<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:25:59.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JBU Reads</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr. Jake Stratman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637789727450379905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/Se36mjU4ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f188iSmOtyI/S220/jacob_stratman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-1683159043544827512</id><published>2010-08-16T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:48:35.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Education - what is its purpose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/TGkxuWu1urI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eLMs1A0_IfQ/s1600/jbu+class.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/TGkxuWu1urI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eLMs1A0_IfQ/s320/jbu+class.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505986691882924722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This picture is of a JBU classroom - taken from the JBU website)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;When I read the book, one theme really jumped out to me – the theme of education.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is education for?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What purpose does it serve?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paton doesn’t give complete answers to these questions, but he does give his readers some food for thought.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;The most important reference to education is contained in one of Arthur Jarvis’ papers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arthur wrote: “[My parents] taught me my prayers and took me regularly to church…From them I learned all that a child should learn of honor and charity and generosity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; I learned nothing at all” (chapter 24).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When this quote is read in light of Arthur’s previous paragraph, I think it means that his education included nothing about the major challenges that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; faced.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The conclusion of Arthur’s essay, about devoting himself to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;South   Africa&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, seems to prove this point.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Throughout the book, there is an ongoing discussion about whether or not education is the answer to crime.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have space here to get into that, but it does raise interesting questions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arthur’s quote takes the question of education’s purpose to a whole new level, however.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Arthur is saying that education must focus on more than just subjects such as science, English, or math.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, students should be taught about the major issues of their times – the issues which their generation must understand since their views will often change the world around them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the root, what Arthur is talking about here is a world view.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Students must be taught &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; to think – how to weigh various ideas and understand controversies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They must be taught how to evaluate the world in which they live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Otherwise, they may just accept the world as it is, without questioning why things like South African racism are the way they are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;So what will you do with your education?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;A few questions: What has been your view of the purpose of education?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do you think Paton is trying to communicate about education?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is more education really the solution to crime?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can you get the most out of your education?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-1683159043544827512?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/1683159043544827512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/08/education-what-is-its-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/1683159043544827512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/1683159043544827512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/08/education-what-is-its-purpose.html' title='Education - what is its purpose?'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266932623479860795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/SjpeQwNka5I/AAAAAAAAABY/iw3EaBScuMY/S220/Esther%27s+senior+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/TGkxuWu1urI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eLMs1A0_IfQ/s72-c/jbu+class.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-9101402789075571680</id><published>2010-08-02T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:02:11.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going against the flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;I would ask outright if anyone besides my fellow bloggers is reading this, but such a thing is not easily said... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZA_vmg8ifE/TFd3c8CWnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-BQ8nCjWbgE/s200/huge.3.16450.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500996808892391106" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I read the novel, I could not help but notice some repeated phrases and ideas. The one that I remember above all others is the phrase “such a thing is not lightly done.” Although I may have missed some instances, I counted the phrase repeated four times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Why does it stand out to me? The simple reason is that each time the idea is expressed, it either breaks my heart because of the opportunity that was missed or it fills me with hope that all will be reconciled since men have finally learned to love each other. The phrase either highlights a barrier that still must be broken, or it shows the collapse of a barrier that was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;What is the root idea expressed in the phrase? I think it is simply an admission of man’s fear of his fellow man. It shows a place that I have been many times before, where I know what is the right thing to do, but my fear of laying my reputation on the line keeps me from doing it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Because the struggle resonates so deeply with my own experience, I find it the ultimate triumph when a man goes against his fears and listens to his heart. The most memorable example for me in the book is when the young white man ignores the customary segregation and helps Kumalo exit the courtroom (p. 237).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;How often do we allow our fear to limit us? In Proverbs we are told that “The &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; lays a snare…” (Prov. 29:25, ESV). Why can’t we trust God to worry about the results and just do what we know is right? I guess such a thing is not lightly done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;(Image by Jay Koelzer, taken from images.com)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(52, 47, 26); "&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-9101402789075571680?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/9101402789075571680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-against-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/9101402789075571680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/9101402789075571680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-against-flow.html' title='Going against the flow'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13852223453208623329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZA_vmg8ifE/TFd3c8CWnsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-BQ8nCjWbgE/s72-c/huge.3.16450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-9140764370354216949</id><published>2010-07-26T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:44:34.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice and Prejudice Both Have a Blind Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TE4BfDtvc1I/AAAAAAAAABA/w5QJ9zwNE_8/s1600/259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TE4BfDtvc1I/AAAAAAAAABA/w5QJ9zwNE_8/s320/259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498333828150686546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TE4BejHg5rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NsTSYrwZe9M/s1600/271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TE4BejHg5rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NsTSYrwZe9M/s320/271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498333819400414898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two pictures are of Capetown and Cape Point, South Africa, where such breathtaking beauty is still marred by racism, even though apartheid ended over 15 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was... brought up by honorable parents... They were upright and kind and law-abiding; they taught me my prayers and took me regularly to church... from them I learned all that a child should learn of honor and charity and generosity. But of South Africa I learned nothing at all."&lt;br /&gt;-p 207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is taken from one of Jarvis' articles that is his father reads after his untimely death at the hands of Kumalo's son. In the rest of the article, Jarvis writes of how he always loved South Africa and it seemed so beautiful to him, yet he never learned anything of the true hates and fears of his country and that therefore, he is going to devote his life to fighting them - not because he is courageous and worthy, but because it is only way he can "end the conflict of his deepest soul."&lt;br /&gt;So, where then do we learn of prejudice and what do we do with that knowledge once we have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first learned about prejudice in the 3rd grade when one of my friends told me about this weird guy named Hitler who wanted to kill all the Jews. I didn't believe him at first because genocide was an act beyond my comprehension. There was simply no reality in which one person would kill millions because of something they couldn't help. As I grew up, I learned about the Rwandan Genocide and South African apartheid and religious wars in India. The world which used to be so beautiful and full "sun and gold and oranges" was now filled with death and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that with Jarvis' parents, prejudice is not always an active force. Inaction on the part of the ambivalent and complacent is what perpetuates prejudice. In my hometown, there is a clear racial and economic line dividing the city in half. North Tulsa is where poor minorities, the largest of which is still black, live and South Tulsa is where all the rich white people live. My parents, like Jarvis', taught me of honor, charity, and generosity and took me to church and were good people. And yet, they also taught me that North Tulsa is not safe. In their defense, the crime rate is significantly higher, but not allowing me to drive myself to a NHS service project in North Tulsa during the day is taking it a bit far. My parents would never say anything blatantly racist, especially considering my younger sister is adopted from South Korea. Yet, they don't fight the dividing line and the prejudice of others continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When were your eyes first opened to prejudice? What are ways that you and others inadvertently perpetuate the problem?What can we as JBU students do to combat the prejudice we find surrounding us? Would you be willing "to do what is right, no matter the cost"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-9140764370354216949?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/9140764370354216949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice-and-prejudice-both-have-blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/9140764370354216949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/9140764370354216949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice-and-prejudice-both-have-blind.html' title='Justice and Prejudice Both Have a Blind Eye'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00595833163015093854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/S_npKuO9bqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/URV6Tgk-Hf4/S220/232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TE4BfDtvc1I/AAAAAAAAABA/w5QJ9zwNE_8/s72-c/259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-3575378570365870828</id><published>2010-07-20T00:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:41:53.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey Friends! My name is Cassie. I'm going to be a second year English Ed major and I am so pumped to get started and meet some new folks in the fall! Hopefully YOU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho-Kay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that in this story we see HOPE as a result of one person helping another. HOPE is a result of sacrificing concern for one's own problems and caring for the problems of another. In doing this, the characters can move forward and inspire readers to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the surface, Paton paints a very grim picture--an elderly priest finds his only son guilty of murder as a product of an unjust society that is slowly killing the values of traditional tribal living. Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the HOPE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the end of Chapter 17 when Father Vincent instructs Kumalo in his time of greatest fear and sorrow, "do not pray for yourself, and do not pray to understand the ways of God." He then goes on to say that Kumalo ought to pray for Gertrude, for Absalom, for everyone except himself, and to give thanks where he can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is perhaps a result of this conversation that Kumalo goes back to take in the young impregnated girl at the beginning of Chapter 18. When he sees HER smile, he is able to "walk on like a man from whom a pain has lifted a little," and the HOPE continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I don't know if any of you had the joy of picking a senior quote for your yearbooks... this was one of my candidates and it seemed appropriate to share. &lt;em&gt;"It is one of the beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IGAwkncKs4/TEU2La2xC6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qw02nJisRXo/s1600/obama-hope-shelter-copy-500x752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495858490091047842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IGAwkncKs4/TEU2La2xC6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qw02nJisRXo/s200/obama-hope-shelter-copy-500x752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my questions: Where else do you find HOPE in this book? Are there other hopeful moments beyond one person helping another? Where do you see HOPE today? (Besides Obama's campaign slogan)? (By the way, this is in no way indicative of my political preferences--I just thought it would be a funny correlation). Is Obama's representation of Hope the same as Paton's? Are there stories of HOPE in your own lives? And lastly, (this is rhetorical folks), did Christ give us a model by sacrificing himself to give us HOPE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-3575378570365870828?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/3575378570365870828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3575378570365870828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3575378570365870828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>Cassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613850749876717403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IGAwkncKs4/S-g3UUJdYuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s1CqSNl8gjM/S220/246.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IGAwkncKs4/TEU2La2xC6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/qw02nJisRXo/s72-c/obama-hope-shelter-copy-500x752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-5352093990975062784</id><published>2010-07-13T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:13:00.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feet of clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Hello, my name is Isaac. I am a junior mechanical engineering student. Nice to meet you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One thing that impressed me during my reading of the novel was the humanity of Paton’s characters. Those you might call the “heroes” of the story, people like Kumalo, Jarvis, and Msimangu; even they were partakers in the worst of human nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kumalo, one dedicated to the service of God, is just as selfish and sinful as any one of us. This is the man who, for the sake of his own vanity, lies about having been to Johannesburg before. Here is a priest who cannot find it in himself to pray because he is overwhelmed by the tragedy of his experience. In one of the novel’s most poignant moments, it is Kumalo, in the very act of trying to speak truth to his brother, who ends up destroying the relationship through his deceitful words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZA_vmg8ifE/TDv1jtwX2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l5nyIDJSeV0/s200/Feet_of_Clay-760x835.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493254164435163538" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yet it is this same man who accomplishes great good in the story. It is he who rescues three children from a life of impoverished hopelessness and brings them into his own home. It is he who the people of Ndotsheni love above all others and for whom they will accept no substitute. It is Kumalo in the end who returns to the God he has served for so long and lays everything before Him in prayer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Clay feet. Even a statue of iron has feet of clay. Even the best of humanity has the greatest of flaws.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The real truth lies in Msimangu’s statement: “I am not kind. I am a selfish and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.” (p. 55) It touched a chord in me when Kumalo passed that same message along to Jarvis in their final meeting. At Jarvis’ earnest assertion that he is “no saintly man,” Kumalo replies, “of that I cannot speak, but God put His hands on you.” (p. 308) That is all that can be said of any of us, even the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;In which other characters in the novel do we see flaws that tarnish yet in some way humanize their image? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-5352093990975062784?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/5352093990975062784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/feet-of-clay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/5352093990975062784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/5352093990975062784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/feet-of-clay.html' title='feet of clay'/><author><name>Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13852223453208623329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZA_vmg8ifE/TDv1jtwX2ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l5nyIDJSeV0/s72-c/Feet_of_Clay-760x835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-6588671580252979273</id><published>2010-07-05T13:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:43:44.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice Belongs Only to the Just</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TDJeBmqGarI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G30K6nSOr9Q/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TDJeBmqGarI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G30K6nSOr9Q/s320/216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490554277368064690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kristen and I'm a senior at JBU double majoring in Spanish and Political Science. I live off campus, but I should be around for orientation, so don't hesitate to ask about anything. Trust me, it can't possibly be as bad as my first week and I still go here, so no worries. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're supposed to post a picture, I though I'd show you guys a picture of what a typical neighborhood looks like in South Africa courtesy of my trip there freshmen year. This is the house of some missionary friends in a suburb of Capetown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Judge does not make the Law. It is the People that make the Law. Therefore, if a Law is unjust, and if the Judge judges according to the Law, that is justice, even if it is not just. It is the duty of a Judge to do justice, but it is only the People that can be just." -p 191&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the book, the idea of justice in relation to race is discussed. Each race has its own place in the social hierarchy - English speaking whites, Afrikaans speaking whites, colored people, then blacks who speak Sesotho, Zulu, Xhosa, etc.  As the quote above states, it is the people who truly determine justice. How are we to determine who is truly just? To us, it seems abhorrent that races should be ranked in a hierarchy of privilege, but to South Africans, especially whites, it seemed as natural as breathing.  The blacks were less educated and more prone to crime, hence their lower status. Yet, Arthur Jarvis, the white activist that Kumalo's son shot, argued that the blacks are only that way because the whites have denied them the opportunity to be anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This raises many questions. Who is right - Jarvis or his father? Can we judge the white South Africans for their treatment of the black South Africans when they felt they were treating them justly and treated even other whites, such as the Afrikaners, badly? I haven't read far enough to see how Absalom's trial ends, but if it does turn out that he is more severely punished for killing a white man, even accidentally, than he would be if he killed a black man, does that make the judgment unjust or just the people? In short, why are we as Christians so certain that racial disparities in the justice system are wrong and what can we do to rectify these problems in our own justice system? Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-6588671580252979273?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/6588671580252979273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice-belongs-only-to-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/6588671580252979273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/6588671580252979273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice-belongs-only-to-just.html' title='Justice Belongs Only to the Just'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00595833163015093854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/S_npKuO9bqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/URV6Tgk-Hf4/S220/232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mz_X4LK1fN8/TDJeBmqGarI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G30K6nSOr9Q/s72-c/216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-2691953564924858826</id><published>2010-06-24T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:39:58.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mute Suffering, Deep Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    Hi, my name is Esther and I will be a sophomore at JBU this school year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am majoring in journalism.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if you have any questions about life at JBU, feel free to ask :D&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Introductions aside….let’s get to the book!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;I actually finished reading the book tonight…and I just got it Monday morning – so it’s a fairly easy, good read.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I promise there won’t be any spoilers in this post though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;What struck me most at the beginning of the book was the concept (as my title implies) of the mute suffering and the deep fear of the natives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The mute suffering refers to Stephen Kumalo’s wife at the end of chapter 2: “She sat down at his table, and put her head on it, and was silent, with the patient suffering of black women, with the suffering of oxen, with the suffering of any that are mute.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I naturally didn’t like the concept of equating a “black” person with an ox, but I think it is very appropriate for the author to point out how the silencing of natives in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; caused them to be seen as not much more than cattle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paton expands on this idea a little more when he later talks about the natives that came to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to work in the mines and other menial jobs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;The bigger issue, for me, was the issue of fear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of chapter 3, Stephen Kumalo’s feelings are described this way: “Deep down the fear for his son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Deep down the fear of a man who lives in a world not made for him, whose own world is slipping away, dying, being destroyed, beyond any recall.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fear is a larger theme in the book than suffering, although the two are interwoven throughout.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the white people fear the natives and crime.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Out in the tribal areas, the natives fear the big city for the way it tends to steal their loved ones, never to be heard from again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Both of these, the suffering and the fear, paint a picture of a country devastated by inner turmoil, torn apart by racial/ethnic discrimination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/TCQxOZLjExI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4jazQh7J8TE/s400/cover,+6-24.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486564369391358738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 257px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;This picture is what the cover of my version of the book looks like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would guess that this is the sunrise at the very end of the book, although I do not know for sure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, I promised no spoilers – but it will suffice to say that in this scene, the fear and the suffering have come together – and yet in a small way, at the same time there is a glimmer of hope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Question: What descriptions do you see in the book of people’s (sometimes contradictory) fear, especially of each other?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-2691953564924858826?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/2691953564924858826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/06/mute-suffering-deep-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/2691953564924858826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/2691953564924858826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/06/mute-suffering-deep-fear.html' title='Mute Suffering, Deep Fear'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266932623479860795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/SjpeQwNka5I/AAAAAAAAABY/iw3EaBScuMY/S220/Esther%27s+senior+picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/TCQxOZLjExI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4jazQh7J8TE/s72-c/cover,+6-24.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-6208246267193451399</id><published>2010-05-07T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:04:58.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Book Selection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/S-Q4vWZjqeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/saxLpMEOjdQ/s1600/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468558233652406754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/S-Q4vWZjqeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/saxLpMEOjdQ/s320/cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings JBU Community:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our 2010 freshman summer reading program, the JBU Reads committee selected Alan Paton's &lt;strong&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a beautifully touching story of brokenness and redemption in pre-Apartheid South Africa. We hope that you will enjoy reading the novel while watching World Cup Soccer (South Africa is the host nation).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please read this blog throughout the summer. Every week, a new student will blog about his or her reading experience. We hope that you will engage the writer in dialogue by leaving lots of comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Jake Stratman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assistant Professor of English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coordinator of JBU Reads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-6208246267193451399?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/6208246267193451399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-book-selection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/6208246267193451399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/6208246267193451399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-book-selection.html' title='A New Book Selection'/><author><name>Dr. Jake Stratman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637789727450379905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/Se36mjU4ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f188iSmOtyI/S220/jacob_stratman.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/S-Q4vWZjqeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/saxLpMEOjdQ/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-4828899340291554064</id><published>2009-08-20T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:37:40.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind and Faith</title><content type='html'>The one line from the book that really struck me was Rabbi Saunders lamenting about his son, "Why did he have to be so brilliant?" as if intelligence is somehow an enemy of faith. For me personally, relating to people (or for that matter, God) has been a challenge for me all my life. I know a lot about Christian theology and Christian history. I have some understanding of how Christianity compares to other world religions, in the sense of how "our Truth" compares to "their truth." I have tried desperately to understand what makes Christianity's "One God" and Truth and teachings different from any other mainstream world religion, to develop an open and understanding world view, and it has left me a desperate agnostic. I had a lot of understanding for Rabbi Saunders at the end, talking about why "heart" was such a desperately important thing to have developed, and why an intelligent mind can so easily choke that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster Alley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-4828899340291554064?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/4828899340291554064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-and-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/4828899340291554064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/4828899340291554064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/08/mind-and-faith.html' title='The Mind and Faith'/><author><name>Dr. Jake Stratman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637789727450379905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/Se36mjU4ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f188iSmOtyI/S220/jacob_stratman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-4999848871740321016</id><published>2009-08-17T07:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:48:47.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone of you is chosen</title><content type='html'>I know that you will be talking a lot about the major themes of The Chosen in your first bit of time at JBU. So, instead of hashing those out, I want to encourage you to take advantage of this summer reading and really soak in what you’ve read this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a history major, nor am I an English major; so, on the surface The Chosen holds no true appeal to me. However, I chose to study Intercultural Studies and Cinema because I have an ‘obsession’ with humanity. I love to watch humans interact, I love to listen to their stories, and I love to watch them grow into the people they were meant to be. Those factors are what kept me reading this book. I loved watching both Reuven and Danny be brave. They both looked into different ideas and examined each of them. Each new idea, whether accepted or rejected, made them into new people. They grew because they knew and cared about other humans, family, Jews around the world, each other. They understood the connection with other humans that comes with simply living. Reuven and Danny are dealing with the essential questions of people our age: who am I? How do I fit in the environment around me? How does that fit in the world? They are asking these questions with each new lesson they learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I love about college. JBU seems like a homogenous group, but in reality, there are countless lessons to be learned from interacting with every student you come across. I encourage you to learn from Danny and Reuven. Be brave, look at ideas outside of your norm. Really step back to see who you are, and put yourself in places to be molded into who God wants you to be. I am not at all the person I was during orientation freshman year. I guess you can say that my “earlocks” have been cut off, and I am walking “bent forward with eagerness and hungry for the future”. I cannot think of anything more exciting than being free to ask questions, find answers--find God. We don’t have to hide out in the library behind shelves like Danny to find out new ideas, we can do that in classrooms, in the dorms, in Walker Student Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each book I read, I gain new insight about myself and the world around me. As you are beginning this journey, be inspired by Danny and Reuven. This is an exciting time, you were chosen by God to be at JBU for a reason, take advantage of it, learn all you can, and most importantly, live it to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-4999848871740321016?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/4999848871740321016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-of-you-is-chosen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/4999848871740321016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/4999848871740321016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-of-you-is-chosen.html' title='Everyone of you is chosen'/><author><name>just jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2d1__h56Ofw/TNAc10T0qkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xJX0xQfxjW8/S220/24222_10150155786030058_752205057_11766109_295534_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-5935117562023493282</id><published>2009-08-10T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:50:14.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence of The Chosen - Esther Carey</title><content type='html'>Silence is a major theme of The Chosen.  It occurs in several instances, but most notably between Danny and his father: they only communicated during Talmud quizzes or angry explosions.  Danny could never understand his father’s silence.  If you have finished the book, you know it was in order to teach Danny compassion that Reb forced him to find the answers within his own soul.&lt;br /&gt;How do these ideas fit with Christianity?  Is such silence Biblical?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we cannot really find truth within ourselves.  Only when we look to God can we find true answers to our questions.  Looking into oneself alone reveals only confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the possible consequences are very serious.  When a father refuses to have a relationship with his son, there is no reason why the son should respect him.  The son could simply make his own choices, freely disregarding his silent father’s wishes.  The soul of such a son would probably become a ruined wreck of anger and bitterness instead of a heart of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, God does not treat us as Reb treated Danny.  Rather than forbidding us from hearing His word and leaving us to our own devices, He gives us His truth as the ultimate point of reference and sent His Son to rescue us from ourselves and our own foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;To Danny, Reb Saunders was an impersonal force, there to lay down rules, but not to love and encourage him.  The God of Reb seems much the same: “The Master of the Universe,” but not a personal God with whom one may have a relationship.  For the Christian, however, God is both.  Although He is infinite, He is also a personal God.  He has not remained silent, He has spoken to us. Furthermore, He offers us the opportunity to have a close, personal communion with Him through the reconciliation of His Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-5935117562023493282?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/5935117562023493282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence-of-chosen-esther-carey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/5935117562023493282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/5935117562023493282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence-of-chosen-esther-carey.html' title='The Silence of The Chosen - Esther Carey'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266932623479860795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/SjpeQwNka5I/AAAAAAAAABY/iw3EaBScuMY/S220/Esther%27s+senior+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-5682613259925375107</id><published>2009-07-27T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:01:39.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn between two worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; I first read The Chosen in High School. I distinctly remember two thoughts I had about the book. The first is that I was pretty sure I was missing most of the subtleties in the conversations. The second was that I really liked Reuven and Danny. I really felt like I understood and related to them. I don't want to launch into a detailed analysis of Danny and Reuven, and why I relate to them so well, but I do want to focus on a facet of Danny that I understand better this time through the book: the way he is torn between two worlds.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; The fact that Danny is torn between his duty to succeed his father and his desire to become a psychologist is not exactly a subtle plot point. Reuven's father says that “Reb Saunder's son is a terribly torn and lonely boy” (pg110). What is interesting, though, is how Danny deals with his dilemma. I don't want to give anything away, so I will simply say that Danny's decision is not made in a single, watershed moment. Instead, his decision is made in small steps; each one taking him a little closer to his final decision.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; Although the boys' culture is very different than ours, which could make it very difficult to relate to them, the things they struggle with are things that you and I also struggle with. When I look back on my first half of college, I realize that much of it was filled with a sense of being torn. Not the extreme that Danny dealt with, but sometimes they were difficult. As you enter your college career, you will encounter this, as well. Some will be simpler, like deciding whether to study or watch a movie, and others will be more difficult, like picking a major. You may even have an experience like Danny's. Will you pursue the career your parents want for you, or will you pick what you want to do? These are not easy questions, either for you or for Danny, but they are what makes life what it is, and they are what makes The Chosen such a great book.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-5682613259925375107?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/5682613259925375107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/torn-between-two-worlds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/5682613259925375107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/5682613259925375107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/torn-between-two-worlds.html' title='Torn between two worlds'/><author><name>Kyle Macfarlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-3709258017523343612</id><published>2009-07-20T22:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:33:53.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy World...Cockeyed</title><content type='html'>When Reuven was in the hospital, he met a boxer, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Savo&lt;/span&gt;, who said in response to the war, that it is a "crazy world...cockeyed." Months later (in chapter 9, 173-174), Reuven recalls these words after he calls the father of the boy who was also next to him in the hospital and finds out that Billy's surgery was not successful-- the boy still cannot see. He had the best surgeon, but still he did not gain his sight. Reuven had the same surgeon, and even his scar tissue healed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuven wanders out to the porch, dwelling on Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Savo's&lt;/span&gt; words. He sees a motion to the side of his field of vision, but ignores it at first. Then, he notices a housefly caught in an intricate spider's web on one side of the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we view this "cockeyed" world? Some might see God's providence. Others might see his permitting omniscience. Some may see no good in it at all. To most, it just does not make sense. This world is plain "cockeyed" and there seems to be little explanation for it. Even if we have an explanation for why it happens, that does not mean that this world makes sense. The events themselves still seem cockeyed, at times. In this world of suffering and "cockeyed" events, what is our response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuven saw the fly struggling to free itself, only to get caught again. The spider who had spun the web was approaching to claim his prey. Reuven went over to the web and looked closer at the situation. He then blew at the web to destroy its hold on the fly, but it held fast. With one more hard burst of air, the web gave way and the fly was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ignore what is happening in this world if it is not directly in front of us, or will we look closer? Do I choose to go and investigate, but then let happen? Or do I do what little I can to help those caught in the webs of self deceit, lies, oppression of any and various kinds, poverty, pain, illness....even if they may seem to be small and insignificant, yet, I can do something about it. In fact, I may be the only one who can, but it may escape my notice if I'm not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people who feel helpless about the world will do small things such as Reuven did to help themselves feel like they can really do something about the cockeyed world. These small acts such as helping a dog caught out in the rain, feeding the stray cat on the back porch, or donating a great number of coins to the bell ringer at the store door at Christmas time are important ways of redeeming what should not be. Especially with the last we can see how it helps other people, but we often get something more than modest pleasure in giving, don't we? It isn't necessarily wrong to do these things, they can be part of doing the small good things, as mentioned before. But can we do more? Are there parts of this cockeyed world which I ignore because I'm not willing to do more, perhaps as Reuven could have done, to call little Billy sooner in my busy schedule to encourage him before the chance passes me by to help someone in pain? What do I ignore, what do I investigate but leave alone, what do I give one try and then give up--if only I would have tried once more?&lt;br /&gt;~ May we have a great doing time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-3709258017523343612?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/3709258017523343612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-worldcockeyed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3709258017523343612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3709258017523343612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-worldcockeyed.html' title='Crazy World...Cockeyed'/><author><name>phoebebird</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xEKi7M0iLk/Tx420miIoNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VATXkHzFnq8/s220/SANY0416.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-3799940431299505024</id><published>2009-07-12T17:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:50:09.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying German as a Jew in a World at War</title><content type='html'>In chapter eight of Book Two, Reuven finds out that Danny is learning German. It disturbs him-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Understandably&lt;/span&gt;, because, at that time, the world was at war against the Nazi German leadership, opposed to the Jewish people. Danny thinks this is why Reuven reacts the way he does. However, that is not Reuven's concern. Reuven is concerned about Danny becoming like Solomon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maimon&lt;/span&gt;, who allowed his hungering for knowledge to become an all-controlling force that ruined the remainder of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never know the difficulty that Danny went through as he studied psychology, which was forbidden in his community, and German, which was not looked upon favorably by many at that time. Even his own friend was concerned about his amazing desire and ability to learn. However, it is notable that while the Nazis used the German language and committed atrocities, the language itself was not evil. That may seem to be a mute point, but hear me out. There are some things which in themselves are not evil-- we just need to be careful how ourselves and others (i.e., those who have written about them or who discuss them) use those subjects. Take English or writing, for example. The power of words is amazing, and how we use them often impacts the thoughts of others. Science also has the ability to used for great good or great harm. Now consider philosophy and the power of ideas. Perhaps there are some fundamental truths which many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;philosophers&lt;/span&gt; express and which we can say, "Yes, that is something that is God's truth." One might look at the Bible, general or natural revelation, or specific guidance to make this calling. However, many ideas can be applied incorrectly and used for great evil. Hitler read much philosophy, but the philosphers he read carried some ideas to one point, and he carried them to another. It is all about how we use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should use what God made to be good as good, and we can do this in all aspects of our education and our life. We do not need to let our desire for an education corrupt us or side track us from what is really important, but allow Him to use our hunger for a particular subject to be moderated by life and be part of life--but not corrupt it. Let's use it for the glory of God. Just some thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-3799940431299505024?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/3799940431299505024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/studying-german-as-jew-in-world-at-war.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3799940431299505024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3799940431299505024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/studying-german-as-jew-in-world-at-war.html' title='Studying German as a Jew in a World at War'/><author><name>phoebebird</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xEKi7M0iLk/Tx420miIoNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VATXkHzFnq8/s220/SANY0416.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-3894857859970020468</id><published>2009-07-06T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:30:16.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness and Sunlight - by Heather Tiller</title><content type='html'>“The world jumped into focus and everything looked suddenly bright and fresh and clean…and there was newness everywhere, a feeling that I had been away a long time in a dark place and was now returning home to sunlight.” (The Chosen, 95)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I first read this passage, I was struck by it. I know the feeling Reuven is speaking of, that wonderful clarity that comes from putting on a pair of glasses after an extended time without them. It is an incredible relief to be able to say, “Oh, now I can see!” Reuven's experience holds the deeper meaning of symbolism and foreshadowing as his life takes off in an unprecedented direction.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    At this point in the novel, Reuven’s life has turned a crucial corner and will never again be what it was. He may not know exactly what the future holds, but there is a definite sense of hope as he describes his house and neighborhood as if seeing them for the first time. The “dark place” he felt he had been in before is symbolic of his life before Danny’s friendship; now that he is beginning to understand more about this remarkable boy and the Hasidic way of life, his life is filled with the “sunlight” of knowledge, love, and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But where there is light, there are usually shadows.&lt;br /&gt;    Even though Reuven is seeing the world anew and has such bright prospects for the future, there remain shadows of uncertainty that threaten to undermine his friendship with Danny. The largest shadow is Danny's father, Rabbi Saunders. Will he accept his son's friendship with an "apikorsim"?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    The second area of darkness the boys must face is the ridicule they may suffer from their acquaintances who do not understand how the two - coming from such different worlds - could be friends. No matter what path Reuven decides to go down, he now has a clearer of knowledge of the world because of his new friendship that will prove more valuable than he could have dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As Esther said last week, it is all about perspective. Who knows what my happen to cause our vision of the world to change? Be concsious of this as you continue to read and live and prepare for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-3894857859970020468?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/3894857859970020468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/darkness-and-sunlight-by-heather-tiller.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3894857859970020468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3894857859970020468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/07/darkness-and-sunlight-by-heather-tiller.html' title='Darkness and Sunlight - by Heather Tiller'/><author><name>Heather</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSNIJoO2SZc/TCNng-YJwOI/AAAAAAAAABc/AzMbhaTqgQI/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-4881677771042065251</id><published>2009-06-29T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:00:57.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective (by Esther Carey)</title><content type='html'>While describing Reuven’s time in the hospital, Chaim Potok makes several comments pertaining to how one’s perspective affect what one believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first instance seems very simple – Reuven wakes up and tries to figure out what day it is. He cannot know for sure until he is told by someone else. In other words, he must look to some outside source. Likewise, we cannot always discover the solutions to our problems by using only our own knowledge and experience. We need an objective truth point outside of ourselves. For Christians, that is God and His Word. Without that reference frame, we cannot truly know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is Reuven’s predicament while in the hospital: he does not have his glasses. As a result, everything beyond a certain point is merely a confused blur. Our lives can sometimes be the same way: an indistinct haze about which we understand little. I think that a correlation can be drawn between sin and such spiritual vision problems. Our humanness (and our sinful nature) causes us to be near sighted. We can only see the immediate surroundings. Only when we put on our Biblical world view glasses (to borrow from Ken Ham’s illustration) does the fog of our lives become focused in relation to God’s plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly is the situation between Reuven and Danny. Initially, they hate each other because they see only the surface of each other’s lives, and they draw the wrong conclusions from the limited amount that they see. As Reuven’s father says “Things are always what they seem to be, Reuven? Since when?” This ties into the parable Dr. Stratman included in his post last week. When we look at another person’s life, we only see the outward struggles. Before we leap to conclusions, we should try to get to know them in order to understand what they are going through inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-4881677771042065251?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/4881677771042065251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/06/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/4881677771042065251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/4881677771042065251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective (by Esther Carey)'/><author><name>Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00266932623479860795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzGBpOwYNYo/SjpeQwNka5I/AAAAAAAAABY/iw3EaBScuMY/S220/Esther%27s+senior+picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-8184109315143949331</id><published>2009-06-22T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:59:12.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "hooks" of life</title><content type='html'>Don't forget to read the epigraph on the page before Book One. Potok includes this short proverb from Karl A. Menninger (famous psychiatrist):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a trout rising to a fly gets hooked on a line and finds himself unable to swim about freely, he begins with a fight which results in struggles and splashes and sometimes an escape. Often, of course, the situation is too tough for him. In the same way the human being struggles with his environment and with the hooks that catch him. Sometimes he masters his difficulties; sometimes they are too much for him. His struggles are all that the world sees and it naturally misunderstands them. It is hard for a free fish to understand what is happening to a hooked one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, authors use epigraphs to introduce themes to the reader that he/she is most likely to explore in the book. One of the primary themes of this novel revolves around how characters navigate their tradition with the modern world. Both Danny and Reuven are caught by many of life's "hooks." Watch how they struggle with those ideological, spiritual, and emotional battles. Then, ask yourself these questions: how do you respond to new ideas, especially those that seem to oppose what you already know to be true? How do you react when you get caught by a "hook?" As you read "The Chosen," think about whether you relate more with Danny's story or with Reuven's story? Where do you fit in this narrative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to encourage you to enter the essay contest this year. The writing prompt asks you to create an essay on this very topic. The prompt is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A major theme of Chaim Potok’s The Chosen is the simultaneous appeal and danger of new ideas. How should a Christian university deal with the ideas of thinkers who are, to Christians, “goyim”? How do we balance devotion to our faith with exploration of new ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our student bloggers start writing next Monday. They are a mix of in-coming freshmen and upper classmen; men and women; and avid readers and reluctant readers. Join them in dialogue; leave lots of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy reading,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jake Stratman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-8184109315143949331?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/8184109315143949331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/06/hooks-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/8184109315143949331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/8184109315143949331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/06/hooks-of-life.html' title='The &quot;hooks&quot; of life'/><author><name>Dr. Jake Stratman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637789727450379905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/Se36mjU4ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f188iSmOtyI/S220/jacob_stratman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452885503695320765.post-3580662438011063832</id><published>2009-06-15T09:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:00:49.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to JBU Reads</title><content type='html'>In a previous life, I taught English at Glendale High School in Springfield, MO. For several years, I assigned Chaim Potok's &lt;em&gt;The Chosen&lt;/em&gt;. What surprised me, initially, was that my students were unable to see any connections between the characters' lives and their own: the characters are Jewish and most of my students were not; the characters live in New York and my students did not; the novel is set during WWII and we were reading in the twenty-first century. As a teacher, I had to do a lot of cheerleading and judo tricks to convince my students that &lt;em&gt;The Chosen&lt;/em&gt; would be one of the most "human" books they would ever read. So, my hope for you is that you do not get bogged down with petty differences. Try to find yourself in this novel; be open to how this book may change the way you think about your parents, God, education, and the friendships you will cultivate here at JBU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to this blog weekly. Each Monday throughout the summer, there will be a different student blogging his/her reading experience. Leave comments. And, if you become interested in joining the bloggers, just send me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jake Stratman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452885503695320765-3580662438011063832?l=jbureads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/feeds/3580662438011063832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-jbu-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3580662438011063832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452885503695320765/posts/default/3580662438011063832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jbureads.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-jbu-reads.html' title='Welcome to JBU Reads'/><author><name>Dr. Jake Stratman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637789727450379905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9o-8f3rTqCM/Se36mjU4ssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f188iSmOtyI/S220/jacob_stratman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
