My Father's Daughter


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First House

There are a lot of firsts in life that mark a person’s growth and development and the passage of time — first steps, first day of school, first kiss, first time someone rips hair from your upper lip with piping hot wax lest you continue to look like your grandmother. A notable first in my life in the last month has been the purchase of a house. A house. Nothing makes you feel more grown up than a mortgage.

What a blessing a house is. A greater blessing still a sense of home. Home is a place to belong, a place to rest, a place of comfort and [hopefully] joy. Owning your own house makes the realization of that sense all the more tangent.

But as a friend and I were discussing this morning, C.S. Lewis points out in The Screwtape Letters (run, don’t walk, to rush out and read this book) it is laughable for humans to believe they own anything on this earth. To claim ownership of their time, money, even body and soul is ridiculous. We are given things to tend to, but ultimately they are not ours.

So, I will try to think of this new development in our lives as one of the “talents” the master has given us to tend to until his return. I will try to be thankful for this gift while refraining from believing it to be mine. I will appreciate the sense of belonging, the rest, and the comfort and joy we gain from having a home while keeping in mind that these gifts merely point to our true and ultimate home.

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i dn’t meen 2 compln

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT PERFECT IN ANY WAY, LEAST OF ALL GRAMMAR AND SPELLING.

A while ago I blogged about my pet peeves. There was one glaringly obvious omission: I am dismayed by the abuse of the English language — the written word in particular. I blog, I use Yahoo Messenger, I email, and I understand the online environment lends itself to short forms and mistakes made in haste – I’ve made more than a few. But I am disquieted by the sheer volume of sloppy writing that exists on-line and fear our standards are slipping. Does anyone spell-check, or re-read his or her writing to check for mistakes, or even care about diction, style, and grammar? I understand that one of the benefits of the World Wide Web is the ability individuals have to make their thoughts known, and that free expression is a beautiful thing, but does the English language have to be raped in the process?

I know that writing is a skill and that there is an element of style to it — I don’t expect everyone to express themselves in literature-worthy fashion. I think what bothers me is that often it is painfully obvious that people don’t take the time to care about their words, about spelling, about grammar. They aren’t mistakes of ignorance, just neglect.

I fear the repercussions of this entry (I will be acerbically corrected anytime I make a language misstep), but I couldn’t take it anymore — it had to be said. I think I am already regarded as a Grammar-Nazi by some (basically because of my English degree) and this blog has done nothing to alter that impression. The thing is I don’t expect perfection (except from published works –hello, editors, proof-readers, this is what you’re paid for); I would just like to see more care and concern taken when fingers are put to keyboards.