Three Reasons I've Gone Back to Rote Memorization

When I was a child, my sisters and I participated in a Bible memory club that gave kids prizes for memorizing Scripture. My husband's father used to pay him a dollar for every verse he memorized. Needless to say, we are highly motivated. But as he and I grew up, went to college and seminary, married, started a family, and moved to the missionfield, we left that practice behind. We still loved and studied the Bible, but somehow Scripture memory fell off our radar. 

When I read The Count of Monte Cristo many years ago, something began to stir in my heart. In one of the early chapters in the book, Dantés is in prison and feels like he is about to go mad. Then he meets Abbé Faria who tells him that at a certain point in his life he read and re-read the great classics and stored much of them away in his memory. Hence, his mind was constantly having meaningful dialogue with all the ideas he had stored away in his brain. I was intrigued by that! (The complete post is here.) I began to hope that "someday" I might have the time to do the same thing.

Then, about ten years ago, I read an article about how cell phones and the internet were robbing us of our ability to remember things. Phone numbers, addresses and other information were automatically stored for us on our devices. There were even apps for managing your passwords. With a click of a button you could access any Bible verse by typing in a few key words into your search engine. No need to try to remember anything! This was my second prompt to dive into action. 

The final step toward putting these thoughts into practice came when I stumbled upon Andrew Wilson's book An Approach to Extended  Memorization of Scripture, which clinched my resolve. (I've written an entire blog post about my journey here.) 

  

I've been at it for ten years now and I've memorized some wonderful Scripture verses, hymn lyrics and classic poetry. Sometimes my 65 year old brain doesn't cooperate and it takes me a whole month to get a short Bible passage down pat. (I've discovered that a chunk of twelve verses is my limit.) Poetry comes more easily because of its cadences, but whether it's Scripture, prose or poetry, consant review has been a necessity. 

Do you know what has surprised me most? How much fun it is! (I always get a warm glow when I recite Wentworth's letter to Anne from Persuasion.) and it's gratifying to always have something "nutritious" in my brain to think about. It's like having a secret chocolate stash that I can raid anytime that I have a quiet moment. It also keeps me from doomscrolling while waiting for a doctor's appointment or while standing in a long line. I just whip out the list of memorization projects that I keep in my wallet and start working my way through it. 

The purpose of the post is not to brag as much as it is to encourage you to give memorization a try. You might be surprised at how fulfilling it is. And your brain will thank you!

Blessings,

Aristotle on Friendship

I've been slowly making my way through Nichomachean Ethics this year. Much of it has been surprisingly straightforward and not as intimidating as I expected. Some of it, like the section on justice, has required a little extra research for better understanding. The chapters on friendship, however, have been as clear as a blue summer sky. I find them especially fascinating in the light of the gospel message to "love one's enemies," which Aristotle sees as an impossibility.

Some of the questions Aristotle asks are: Can a good man really be friends with a bad man? Can you be a friend to yourself? What are the obligation of an "unequal" friendship such as between a king and his subjects or between parents and children?

He lists three types of friendship: (1) utilitarian, (2) pleasurable, and (3) "perfect". The first involves two people who each have something to offer the other. The second involves two friends who enjoy doing the same things together, but the third includes two people who have a deep commitment to one another no matter what.

Aristotle says that the first two types are easily dissolved.  A man may cease to be useful to his friend if he can no longer offer a particular service to him. Or a man may no longer want to be friends with someone who still pursues adolescent pleasures into adulthood because they naturally will grow apart as their sources of pleasure change. But true friends, to Aristotle, are those who are virtuous, who do not make friends just because the other person has something to offer them. They live for the mutual benefit of one another and it takes much more than a change in circumstances to separate them. In fact, the only thing that will dissolve the relationship, according to Aristotle, is if one of them ceases to be good. 

Of course, all of this had me thinking about marriage and how easily couples divorce these days because of the first two kinds of friendship. "This person no longer is pleasing to me" or "This person no longer serves my interests" are frequent grounds for separation. Healthy relationships require the third kind of friendship in which each partner desires what is best for the other and will do all in their power to be faithful, true and kind to the other person even when (or especially when) the other no longer seems useful or beautiful. 

I expected to be bored silly with this book, but spending 15 minutes a day in it has given me much food for thought. 

Blessings,

Worthwhile Movie #24 - Project Hail Mary

What if saving the planet goes beyond recycling, shouting slogans and waving placards? What if saving the planet means dying so that others might live? That is the premise of Project Hail Mary, the best movie I've seen in years. 

Middle school science teacher, Ryland Grace, (played by Ryan Gosling) is asked to participate in a mission to "Tau Ceti," the only star in Earth's solar system that is not being destroyed by a star-eating microbe called astrophage. His team will try to discover how Tau Ceti has created resistence to the microbe and send their findings back to earth via space probes. The star is so far away that their spaceship can only carry enough fuel for a one-way trip meaning that the astronauts will not be able to return to earth after completing their mission. 

This is enough to know going in. DO NOT read a more detailed synopsis of the plot before watching because it might include spoilers about the ending that will reduce its impact.  

When I linked to the DVD at Amazon, I noticed that Project Hail Mary is their #1 bestseller at the moment and it's easy to see why. It's a good story mixed with humor and pathos. Gosling "owns the part" of Dr. Grace by making his predicament one hundred percent believable. Swearing is at a minimum. And the soundtrack is pretty fun too. 

You might get a knot in your brain if you try to understand the "science" behind it all. After a while I just relaxed and enjoyed the excellent filming and storytelling. It has one of the best examples I've ever seen of what Tolkien calls a "eucatastrophe," a seeming disaster that becomes redemptive. 

A great film! Did you watch it? What did you think?

Blessings, 

What I Read and Watched in July 2026

My reading was limited, but rich, this month. I finished Volume 8 of John Wesley's Works (mostly correspondence), which I enjoyed. One of my goals this year is to read the Iliad, the Odyssey and the Aeneid. I read the Aeneid last month so this month I listened to Elizabeth Vandiver's lectures on Homer's Odyssey and then listened to the audiobook (narrated by the marvelous Dan Stevens.) I did not know that there was a new Odyssey film coming out till I finished the book, but it definitely made it easier to understand what all the criticisms of the film were about. 

To round out the month, I read two delightful shorter books: My Dear Charlotte by Hazel Holt and Lassie, Come-Home by Eric Knight.

I watched two patriotic movies in July. The Wings of Eagles starred John Wayne playing naval aviator Frank Wead (1895-1947). He and Maureen O'Hara have great rapport, but it was hard to believe her as a hard drinking American wife. The film was directed by film-genius John Ford so I was surprised at how much slapstick was included. And it actually pained my heart to see Wayne, someone who always plays "bigger-than-life" characters, limping along with canes. 

A Bell for Adano (based on John Hersey's Pulitzer Prize winning book) was my second film. It is about a small Italian town ravaged by World War II and the American major who comes to restore order. John Hodiak's wooden acting was grating, but William Bendix shone as his underling. It could have been heartwarming if it hadn't been so depressing. 

The highlight of the month was Project Hail Mary, which I enjoyed so much that I'm going to write a separate blog post about it. 

What about you? Did you read or watch anything related to American Independence Day?

Blessings,

My Dear Charlotte by Hazel Holt

I've been in a reading slump. This is partly due to my heavy schedule that hasn't allowed for the mental leisure to "get lost in a book." But it is also due to the non-fiction books I'm reading for some personal projects. They are feeding my mind, but not necessarily my heart. I've started and abandoned a dozen books in the last month, desperate to find the right one to meet that need.

On a whim I began reading My Dear Charlotte because it was described as 1) a mystery, 2) a "must" for Austen-lovers, and 3) an epistolary novel, which checked off a lot of my "biblio-boxes."

It was balm to my soul. 

For those who are unfamiliar with Austen's books this "novel in letters" might seem rather dull. Not much goes on beyond gossip about neighbors and small talk about the price of fabric. Yes, there is a mysterious death, but it won't have you hanging on the edge of your seat. And if you love a good romance, this one will seem pretty mild. 

So what's so great about My Dear Charlotte? It would have to be its nod to all of Austen's novels. Holt gives names to her characters that fans will readily recognize (Elinor, Frederick, Bates, Ferrell, Willoughby, etc.) There are familiar place names (Lyme, Bath, Church Street) and even phrases (Mary's headaches "being worse than anyone else's") that are taken straight out of Austen's novels. AND there are secret engagements, sudden proposals, and handsome young men who turn out to be dastardly. 

Hazel Holt is the author of cozy mysteries, but in this book she interweaves her story with actual letters written by Jane Austen. Some reviewers say that it is very clear where one author starts and the other ends because of the changes in subject matter. They may have a point, but I found no dissonance between Austen's tone and Holt's. Holt mimics Austen very well and I thoroughly enjoyed Elinor's ladylike snarkiness. 

Her description of Mr Russell: He is as accomplished at dancing as he is at flirting, and makes a very agreeable parnter on both accounts. Later she writes, Our mother said that Mr. Russell looked remarkably well - legacies are a very wholesome diet. 

As I said before, the romance and the mystery are not front and center. The book is about Elinor's witty take on every day life as expressed in her letters to her sister. It is pure literary comfort food.

P.S. As a lover of Methodist history, I loved all the little jabs at the "evangelicalism" of Mr. Wilmot. And I enjoyed the frequent references to books and plays that were popular during Jane Austen's lifetime.  

Blessings,

The Riches of a New Book - Elizabeth Goudge Quote

One especially poignant and influential character in Elizabeth Goudge's novel The White Witch is Parson Hawthyn. He lives in extreme poverty in a drafty hut beside the church. In one scene, he painfully rises after kneeling a long time in prayer and heads back to his house. 

For a moment he was visited by a sense of depression because autumn was here and winter not far behind and it might be a very long time before he felt really warm again. Then he thrust the thought aside with shame. He had a bed to sleep in, even if he was not always very warm in it. Suddenly he remembered how rich he now was. Upstairs he had a tinderbox, a candle, and a new book. Entirely forgetting his need of pity, entirely forgetting the poor, he dropped his wet cloak on the floor and clambered up the crazy little staircase to his attic bedroom with the greed of a miser scurrying to his gold.

(photo by Tanya Prodaan at Unsplash)

Blessings,

The Iliad of Homer - Part Two

In my last post, I shared details of reading The Iliad, and of being pleasantly surprised with its accessibility. In this post I want to add a footnote about an unusually compelling theme that was referenced in the afterword of my Rouse translation. This theme proves that the Iliad is much more than a book about war-hungry men! (If you don't know the story at all, this post contains a major spoiler about the ending. But if you are familiar with the basic details of the story, these details will only enhance your reading of it.)

Adam Nicolson writes, For Homer, suffering is hinged to an unresolvable conflict between two inescapable elements of human nature: the ties that bind (family, friendship, community) and the blades that cut through those bindings (such as war). The war is shown against the backdrop of the people, homes and families of Troy. It is violence against domestic order.

To Homer, the city, the realm of family and connection, makes a stand against the chaos. In Troy, woven cloth becomes the medium for his story. When Helen first appears, she is in the hall of her house, weaving. In Book 3, she is working woven images into a tapestry showing the battles that have been fought over her. Helen, as she remembers the source of grief, becomes like Homer, the weaver of the tale.

[Outside the gates of Troy] where the battlefield is a careless and pitiless place, the allure and goodness of the besieged city become ever more precious. Achilles is determined to destroy the Trojans. They flee from his wrath back into the city – all except Hector, their champion, who must remain out on the plain with his adversary.

This is not just the meeting of Achilles and Hector; it is the deathly confrontation of two ways of understanding the world. The city is goodness and connection; the battlefield is horror and death. With Hector’s death, the city’s fabric is irreparably torn.

I have to confess that I missed that theme entirely! But like any classic, there will always be layers of meaning that surface with each subsequent reading.

I will close with just one quote comparing the two versions that I read. (Pope gets a bad rap for his translation, but I enjoyed his energetic eloquence.)

Few and short had his days been when Ajax laid him low, and he never paid to his parents the debt of a grateful son. (W.H.D. Rouse)

Lamented youth! In life’s first bloom he fell, sent by great Ajax to the shades of hell. (Alexander Pope)

P.S. Regarding translations, the majority of readers on the Lit Life Facebook page recommend Lattimore. Coincidentally, last week's Literary Life Podcast was about how to get started reading the ancient classics.

Blessings,