"Heaven Is For Real"

Heaven Is For Real by Todd Burpo with Lynn Vincent

I must admit I’m a bit of a skeptic when it comes to people who say they’ve been to Heaven. I am a believer and I am convinced Heaven exists and that I’ll be going there when my life here ends, certainly not because of any merit of my own but because Jesus’ death paid for my sins, and the sins of all who are willing to trust Him. In spite of my faith, my human reason finds it hard to accept, or maybe just thinks it’s too good to be true, that a person could experience Heaven and then return to earth to tell the rest of us what it’s like. I have no problem with the Heaven part, just the coming back part.

This story is particularly touching in that it’s a young child who is sharing his experience of Heaven. And he didn’t just go, come back and start telling his story. What he experienced slowly seeped bit by bit into his everyday conversation with his parents. Because he was so young, he was unaware that what he experienced was not a normal event but a spectacular look into the afterlife that very few people ever get to tell about. He thought it was what happened to everybody so his telling of it was in matter-of-fact bits and pieces as various topics came up over time. That slow unfolding of the story is what makes it so believable for me.

The first indication that something out of the ordinary had happened to their son, Colton, came when he said that he recognized the hospital as the place “where the angels sang to me.” When his parents questioned him, they heard more: “I was sitting in Jesus’ lap” and “Dad, Jesus had the angels sing to me because I was so scared.” Then, when Colton told his parents where each of them had been and what they were doing while he was anesthetized and in surgery, they didn’t know what to think, but it was becoming clear that something big had happened.

Everything Colton said about his experience in Heaven was analyzed by his parents until they had no choice but to believe it. He knew things he couldn’t know and he talked about meeting family members already gone when he was born. Even when asked about things he had already told them, they couldn’t trip him up. There are of course many who will say the parents made it up, or Colton made it up, or it was a dream or the effects of the anesthetic, but I figure I’ve got two choices. I can believe it and look forward to the kind of life that awaits me in Heaven, or I can dismiss it merely as the fantasy of a small child and forget about it.

I choose to believe it. It’s beautiful and inspiring and hopeful, and I get more good out of believing it than not believing it. I read the entire book looking for something that would make it not credible, but didn’t find it. There is a lot more to Colton's story than is told here so check it out for yourself and let me know what you think.

I recommend “Heaven Is For Real” to anyone who could use a little hope, a little happiness. Suspend your scepticism and disbelief for a couple of hours and read the book. What have you got to lose?

Canadian Book Challenge #5

Happy Canada Day! It's July 1st again and that means Canada Day celebrations and The Canadian Book Challenge 5. I signed up for Challenge 4 and my goal was to read 13 but I managed to get in these 16:

The Wise and Foolish Virgins by Don Hannah
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Blue Castle by Lucy M. Montgomery
The Cellist of Sarajevo by Steven Galloway
The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill
The Stone Angel by Margaret Laurence
Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowatt
The Hatbox Letters by Beth Powning
The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz by Mordecai Richler
The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields
The Flying Troutmans by Miriam Towes
The Piano Man's Daughter by Timothy Findlay
Glass Voices by Carol Bruneau
Anne of Green Gables by Lucy M. Montgomery
The Nine Lives of Charlotte Taylor by Sally Armstrong
The Boat Who Wouldn't Float by Farley Mowatt

The challenge was a very positive experience for me, discovering Canadian authours whose names I'd never heard and finally getting to some whose names are as familiar to me as my own but whose books I just never got around to picking up. I found writers I loved and writers I didn't enjoy at all, but I ended the challenge feeling like I have a whole new world of unexplored books waiting for me.

For my first year in the challenge I made a list of Canadian books I've been wanting to read but this time around I think I'll just read them as I find them. There's a huge list of them at Canadian Book Challenge 4 Final Roundup. John Mutford hosts the Canadian Book Challenge on his blog www.bookmineset.blogspot.com and keeps a running tally month by month of the total each participant has read. The link above will take you to the list of the 859 reviews written on 638 books by 56 participants in the past year.

I just signed up for Challenge #5 and hope some of you will consider it. All you have to do is send John an email at jmutford (at) hotmail [dot] com with "sign me up" in the subject line. Each month he sends out an email asking us to send links to the reviews of books we've read that month and once he gets your first one you'll be added to the list of participants in his sidebar.

You don't have to have a website or blog to post a review. Places like Amazon and Chapters let anyone post a review without having to sign in. The only stipulation John has is that the reviews be available to everyone, so posting it on Facebook wouldn't qualify because you have to have an account to sign in.

So click on the Canadian Book Challenge 5 button on my sidebar and check it out. And in the meantime, enjoy your Canada Day celebrations!

"Choosing To See"

Choosing To See by Mary Beth Chapman (with Ellen Vaughn)

Mary Beth Chapman is the wife of gospel music artist Steven Curtis Chapman, a well-known singer/songwriter whose career has spanned two decades and is still going strong. Mary Beth is also mother of six and a public speaker at Christian women's groups. 

On May 28, 2008 the Chapman family suffered a horrible tragedy when their little girl, Maria, was hit by a car in their own driveway. The driver of the car was their son, Will. I remember when this story hit the news; the unthinkable circumstances left parents around the world wondering how it is even possible to survive so much pain. This book is Mary Beth's story, from childhood to present day. It includes much more than the accident, but that event has been the defining moment of her life that has coloured every other moment since.

At the time of their daughter's death the Chapman's were in the midst of planning the wedding of their eldest daughter, Emily, and the high school graduation of their eldest son who was the one behind the wheel when the car struck and killed his little sister. The impact on the whole family was overwhelming. Will fought hard with guilt and  Mary Beth and Steven struggled with God over why it happened and especially why it had to happen the way it did. The other children were devastated by the loss of their sister.

Their struggle to keep on putting one foot in front of the other, to carry on with wedding and graduation plans, to go back to living a life that would never be normal again is a testament to their faith in God. They chose daily to trust that he would carry them all through this, help them endure the pain and bring something good out of all the bad.

It's a remarkable story of hanging on through a kind of heartache most of us can only imagine. The authour is very honest about their pain and anger as they agonized over the fact that God could have stopped this from happening but didn't. It wasn't and still isn't easy for them, but God has held them together and they continue to believe in His goodness and His love for them.

This tragic story is not an easy one to read but it's not only about suffering. Hope is the thread that runs through every chapter and encourages us all to face the painful realities of our lives with faith, knowing that someone bigger than we are is in control. This is a story worth reading.

"Poems of the Past and Present"

Poems of the Past and Present by Thomas Hardy

I've enjoyed reading Hardy's novels since I was first introduced to them in high-school, but this is my first look at his poetry. I confess I have no idea how to review a book of poetry so I guess I'll just write what I was thinking as I read.

The overall mood of the book is sad disillusionment, the same feeling that comes through his novels, only more focused because in poetry so much is said in so few words. I expected his poems to be melancholy but this is more than that I think. This is despair, and it never ends. It seeps into every verse, every line. In "I Said To Love" he says:

"We now know more of thee than then;
 We were but weak in judgement when,
 With hearts abrim,
 We clamored thee that thou woulds't please
 Inflict on us thine agonies."

It's clear that he has been hurt. You can't read his novels without seeing how disillusioned he is about love but this verse sounds almost bitter. When I was younger I used to think that life must have treated him very harshly, but now I don't expect his life was harder than other people's, I just think that as a poet he is more free, and better able, to express his emotions.

There's a poem in this collection called "A Commonplace Day" that I like a lot. He writes about the day passing without having accomplished anything, an experience common to us all but most of us could never put it into words with so much feeling. I find myself drawn into his disappointment when he says:

                     "Nothing of tiniest worth, Have I wrought, pondered , planned".

In another poem titled simply "To Life" Hardy sounds so tired of the suffering and darkness of life that he asks why life can't, just for one day, pretend that it's good and happy. Where most of us might sigh with a moment's passing regret, he picks up a pen and turns his regret into art

                                                 "But cans't thou not array
                                                  Thyself in rare disguise,
                                                  And feign like truth, for one mad day
                                                  That Earth is paradise?

Some (most) of these poems are heart-wrenching to read, full of pain, but honest, his heart laid open for all the world to see. There's one called "God Forgotten" and another "The Bedridden Peasant to An Unknowing God" in which he questions if God ever hears him or if He's forgotten about Thomas Hardy, and, indeed, the whole human race. He believes in God's existence and that He is good, but he feels abandoned. Who can't relate to that from time to time?

There is also, though, a certain amount of cautious hope in what he writes. In "To An Unknown Pauper Child" he advises the baby to stop breathing and not be born into such a mournful life, but at the end he faces the fact that neither he nor the child can do anything to change what will be and he says;

                                                   "I can hope 
                                                    Health, love, friends, scope 
                                                    In full for thee; dream thou'll find 
                                                    Joys seldom yet attained by humankind.".

The last one I'll mention is called "The Superseded". I love this one because it touches a sore spot in all of us. He writes about how people drop into the background of life as they age, making room for younger, fresher lives in the forefront. We all understand this process is a normal, healthy part of aging and we have no trouble accepting it for others, but each one of us is a little hurt and surprised when it actually happens to "me".

                                                    "Tis not that we have unforetold 
                                                     The drop behind;
                                                     We feel the new must 
                                                     Oust the old
                                                     In every kind;
                                                     But yet we think
                                                     Must we, must we
                                                     Too drop behind?"
                                             
I think these poems might be a bit too melancholy for some, but I enjoyed most of them. I don't mind their sadness because they speak of real life, and real life is sad. I love the simplicity, the honesty, the beauty of his words and after my first attempt at reading his poetry I remain a staunch Hardy fan.

"The Piano Man's Daughter"

The Piano Man's Daughter by Timothy Findley

This novel was a little slow starting but once it got going it was fascinating. I found it a bit muddled at first, what with the switching back and forth from one time period to another and from one character's life to another. Written with a detachment that it took awhile to get used to, it was a strong story once I got adapted to the style and got everybody sorted out. Somewhere in Section Two, I was hooked.

I must confess that I have started making lists of characters as I read so that I won't forget who they are and how they are related to the story. This can be looked at in two ways: 1. I'm getting old and forgetful and am more easily confused. 2. I've become more organized and efficient and am taking my reading more seriously.  I choose the second theory. If you think the first is more accurate, please leave me to my delusions; they are all I have left. But I digress...

The "Daughter" referred to in the title is Lily, daughter of Tom, who is the "Piano Man". Lily suffers with mental illness, a condition that has plagued her since childhood and that never lets her live a normal life with her son Charlie. Raised by her mother, Edith, who tried to give her daughter as normal a life as possible, she lived in a world that was detached from the reality around her much of the time. In her world the rules were different, and that of course created problems for her family and friends, who could not understand the seizures she sometimes experienced or her unsettling obsession with fire.

The narrator is Lily's grown son, Charlie, who as a child tried to care for his mother during her bad spells, but who eventually went to live with his aunt and uncle when his mother's condition deteriorated to the point where she had to be institutionalized for the first time. When Lily's condition improved enough to be released she would find a place for her and Charlie to live and they would be a family again until her condition worsened and she had to be re-admitted.

The story of Edith, Lily and Charlie is a close-up look at how mental illness can affect a family and even tear it apart when the stress of holding things together becomes overwhelming. It's a tragic illness that can strip the sufferer's life of everything meaningful and destroy relationships that can't bear the weight of it's confines and complexity. And yet, life goes on. As in real life, the characters in this book put one foot in front of the other and keep going because, what else is there to do? This is a well told, consuming story that may not let you put the book down when you want to. It's hard to resist.

This is an amazing story, and I'm hoping to find more like it in Timothy Findley's other novels which include: Headhunter, Famous Last Words, Not Wanted on the Voyage, and The Wars. He has also written two collections of short stories and at least one play. "The Piano Man's Daughter" is well worth the read and I highly recommend it.

"The Stone Diaries"

The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields

I know this won't win me any friends among Canadian readers, but I don't like Carol Shields writing. Granted I've only read this one through to the end. A few years ago I started another one and didn't like it either so I quit about a quarter of the way in. I suspected at the time I was not a "good" reader and that her books were over my head.  I've gained some "reader confidence" since then and learned that it's ok to not like certain styles of writing just on the basis of personal taste. Hence the freedom I feel to hate Ulysses by James Joyce without guilt, but that's a whole other story.

This novel follows the life of Daisy Goodwill from her birth in her mother's kitchen in 1905 to her death in the 1990s. It wasn't an ordinary life, if there even is such a thing. She never knew the mother who died bringing her into the world. She was raised by a neighbour until circumstances changed, requiring Daisy to go home and live with her father. At that point she is eleven years old and she and her father are complete strangers to one another. Each chapter is titled for a specific stage of her life: Birth, Childhood, Marriage, Love, Motherhood, Work, Sorrow, Ease, Illness and Decline, and Death.

I found the gaps too long between some of the chapters. For example, the "Childhood" chapter ends in 1916, just as she reconnects with her father, then that chapter comes to an end and the next one "Marriage" begins with her as a bride-to-be at 22 years of age. I think gaps like that are what prevented me from arriving at a place where I would care about the characters and how things would turn out for them. The story itself is good and the writing as well, I just couldn't get invested in any of the people in the story.

I found some rather odd figures of speech in this book. They're in the right places and at the right times; my problem is that I just don't understand them. There must have been fifty times throughout the book that I came to a metaphor and stopped, wondering what the heck did that mean. I love creativity, but I think this authour and I are on different wave lengths. I'll give you a few examples:

1. In talking about a professor she said "He rides straight up the walls of his sentences."
2. "For Abram Skutari......religion is an open window as well as the curtain with which he darkens the window"
3. "...the word 'woe' made them fall over laughing, such a blind little bug of a word"
4. "...if she says 'So you two gals are out on the town, huh?' then aunt Daisy will say, shaping her mouth into soft ovals of confederacy...." 
5. "Vanity refuses to die, pushing the blandness of everyday life into little pleats, pockets, knobs of electric candy."

I could think through some of these and figure out what she might have meant, (the word "woe" is bug-like though I don't know how it's blind, and maybe I have some idea what "a soft oval of confederacy" looks like) but I can't come up with any connection between "the blandness of every day life" and "electric candy"  (electric candy?).  As something that should paint a clearer picture for the reader or help us understand a situation more easily, these metaphors and others in this book didn't work for me.

I don't know if I'll read anymore of Carol Shields' books or not. I think I'd like to try one more, but it's way down on my priority list now. I know that a lot of people love her writing so definitely give it a try. I didn't "get" her at all, but you might not have that problem. Would love to hear what you think.