{"id":5891,"date":"2014-10-09T00:05:24","date_gmt":"2014-10-09T07:05:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/?p=5891"},"modified":"2014-10-08T11:11:44","modified_gmt":"2014-10-08T18:11:44","slug":"squiggles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/2014\/10\/09\/squiggles\/","title":{"rendered":"Squiggles"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our interaction with others changes us.  Our parents, teachers, family, friends, and random walk-ons upon the stage of life alter our story, and affect our daily conduct.  Some of our fellow actors we remember with fondness, some not so much.  Many we barely recall.  Perhaps we have a favorite teacher who gave us greater insight, a friend who rescued us in a time of need, a father we looked up to.<\/p>\n<p>\tAn elderly man in our church always responded, \u201cI\u2019m too blessed to be stressed\u201d or \u201cI\u2019m blessed all over\u201d when asked how he was doing.  A widower, he was well-respected and noted for his strong faith; he devoted himself to helping the poor, disadvantaged, and troubled, striving to help the homeless and those just out of prison, putting them to work, letting them live in his house, and seeing to it that their lives became better.  His attitude and outlook on life affected not just the poor that he cared for, but each and every one of us who knew him.  <\/p>\n<p>\tBesides the remarkable people I\u2019ve known in the flesh, there are those I\u2019ve met only vicariously: the authors of the books I\u2019ve read.  <\/p>\n<p>\tThe cosmologist Carl Sagan wrote, \u201cA book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called &#8220;leaves&#8221;) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time \u2015 proof that humans can work magic.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\tIf you are a reader, there are books that you know have changed your life.  There are others that you can\u2019t remember, that you have no conscious awareness of, that nevertheless turned your course, perhaps in profound ways\u2014just as nameless extras have crossed your path and made you the person you are: a police officer who noticed a mugger and arrested him before he could attack you.  A stranger who saw a smoldering cigarette butt and stomped it out, preventing a brush fire that would have burned down your home.  The soldiers who gave their lives on distant shores to keep you free.<\/p>\n<p>\tSome of the transformers are obvious.  For those of us who are Christians, the Bible is an obvious life-changer.  Even if you\u2019ve never read it all the way through\u2014or even at all\u2014its words  in the lives of those around you have had their impact.<\/p>\n<p>\tNot all the books that touch us are necessarily profound or deep.  As a third-grader in a tiny school library I stumbled upon a science fiction novel, <em>Space Ship Galileo<\/em> by Robert Heinlein. It began a life-long fascination with science fiction.  Not only have the other works of science fiction I\u2019ve read provided me with entertainment, relaxation, and escape, they opened my mind and gave it flexibility. Science fiction has affected how I think about the world.  It has even had an effect on my theology.<\/p>\n<p>\tMy mother introduced me to the poetry of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The words of his poem <em>The Song of Hiawatha<\/em> still echo in my mind.  Combined with an English teacher in junior high who made us read Robert Frost, Carl Sandburg, and a host of others, I developed a life-long love of poetry.  Because of that, I was open to the works of Kipling, and his classic poem <em>If<\/em>.  Discovering that poem in junior high changed me.<\/p>\n<p>\tA religious tract I read in high school convinced me that reading the Bible every day would help me.  It laid out a simple schedule that made it easy to read through the entire corpus of scripture in a year.  My sixteen year-old self  was so strongly swayed that that every year since I have read the Bible through.  Another religious tract with a character boasting of his knowledge of Greek and Hebrew led me to learn those languages for myself.  Not only has the daily Bible reading and the learning of ancient languages been positive influences on my own spiritual development, I ended up becoming a professor of theology and Bible, an expert in Semitic languages, an adult Sunday School teacher, and a professional author of four books on the Bible.<\/p>\n<p>\tIn my senior year of high school, not only did Mr. Ketchum, my English teacher, influence me with his teaching and encouragement, he also exposed me to works of literature I might not otherwise have found: the stage plays of the Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen, especially his <em>Enemy of the People<\/em> and <em>A Dolls House<\/em>; one spoke to me about standing up for what\u2019s right, even if it isn\u2019t popular; the other reaffirmed for me the importance of women\u2019s rights.<\/p>\n<p>\tSo many people hidden in books have molded me. Even now, as old as I am, \u201cdark pigmented squiggles\u201d regularly worm their way into my head and redirect my path.<\/p>\n<div class='kindleWidget kindleLight' ><img src=\"https:\/\/nettelhorst.com\/blog1\/wp-content\/plugins\/send-to-kindle\/media\/white-15.png\" \/><span>Send to Kindle<\/span><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our interaction with others changes us. Our parents, teachers, family, friends, and random walk-ons upon the stage of life alter our story, and affect our daily conduct. 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