More Grandkids Head Back to School
Back to School (Phase 2)
Above: Hyeji, Doyeon, Yuna and Dojin Rasband
Above: Dojin and Yuli; Doyeon, Yuna and Dojin
Above: The Green team; Gunnar, Ollie, Finn and Ila
Effie and Ori Rasband
Cute cousins: Avie, Foster and Yuli, left; Avie and Foster, right
Roy and I spent the week in Cedar City maxing out on the plays at the Utah Shakespeare Festival. We saw seven plays in four days. For my personal record I'm going to mention the plays we saw: Emma (the musical); The Play that Goes Wrong (hilariously funny); Raisin in the Sun; Romeo and Juliet; Timon of Athens, Coriolanus; and A Midsummer Night's Dream. We were slightly disappointed with Romeo and Juliet because Romeo was a far superior actor to Juliette and the balance with her voice/clarity/enunciation, etc. was not there. Our favorite play was probably The Play that Goes Wrong. We have seen it previously at HCT in SLC, and CPT in Centerville. This one was far superior because of the comedic timing by the actors. They were amazingly talented.
We enjoy Cedar City every year; seeing the plays, shopping on Main Street; trying out the restaurants, and finally seeing some of the beautiful scenery. This year we went to Cedar Breaks National Monument where we have never visited. It's so close to Cedar City we were kind of wondering why we've never taken the time before. We were able to take a couple of short hikes before the rain came in (notice the clouds). The weather this week was fabulous. It was probably 10 degrees cooler than Centerville. If you saw the news your probably heard mention of all the rain and flooding. We weren't affected very much because we missed most of the storms while we were in the theaters. However, while we were watching Timon of Athens, we could hear the rain and thunder--and the power went out temporarily; plus the start of Romeo and Juliet was delayed 15 minutes or so to wait for the rain to pass (we were in the outside theater).
Cedar Breaks National Monument
God's beautiful creations!
Last week I quoted from Mistborne. The following quote comes a little later in the book. Brandon Sanderson has some great insights. I have enjoyed many of his books.
“Aside from the prophecies, however, the Worldbringers had taught temperance, faith, and understanding to their people. They had taught that it was better to build than to destroy, a principle at the core of their teachings. Of course there had been rituals, rites, initiations, and traditions. There were also lesser religious leaders, required offerings, and codes of conduct. It all seemed good, but hardly original. Even the focus on scholarship was something shared by several dozen other religions Sazed had studied.”
“That, for some reason, depressed him. It was just another religion.
What had he expected? Some astounding doctrine that would prove to him once and for all that there was a god? He felt like a fool. Yet, he also felt betrayed. This was what he’d ridden across the empire, feeling elated and anticipatory, to discover? This was what he’d expected to save them? These were just more words. Pleasant ones, like most in his portfolio, but hardly compelling. Was he supposed to believe just because it was the religion his people had followed?”
“There were no promises here that Tindwyl still lived. Why was it that people had followed this, or any, of the religions? Frustrated, Sazed dipped into his metalminds, dumping a group of accounts into his mind. Writings the Keepers had discovered—journals, letters, other sources from which scholars had pieced together what had once been believed. He looked through them, thought of them, read them.
What had made these people so willing to accept their religions? Were they simply products of their society, believing because it was tradition? He read of their lives, and tried to persuade himself that the “people were simpletons, that they hadn’t ever truly questioned their beliefs. Surely they would have seen the flaws and inconsistencies if they’d just taken the time to be rational and discerning.
Sazed sat with closed eyes, a wealth of information from journals and letters in his mind, searching for what he expected to find. However, as the time passed, he did not discover what he sought. The people did not seem like fools to him. As he sat, something began to occur to him. Something about the words, the feelings, of the people who had believed.”
“Before, Sazed had looked at the doctrines themselves. This time, he found himself studying the people who had believed, or what he could find of them. As he read their words over again in his mind, he began to see something. The faiths he had looked at, they couldn’t be divorced from the people who had adhered to them. In the abstract, those religions were stale. However, as he read the words of the people—really read them—he began to see patterns.
Why did they believe? Because they saw miracles. Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn’t the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them.
What was it Spook said? Sazed thought, sitting in the shadowy kandra cavern. That faith was about trust. Trusting that somebody was watching. That somebody would make it all right in the end, even though things looked terrible at the moment.
To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe. It was a conundrum, one Sazed had wrestled with. He wanted someone, something, to force him to have faith. He wanted to have to believe because of the proof shown to him.
Yet, the believers whose words now filled his mind would have said he already had proof. Had he not, in his moment of despair, received an answer? As he had been about to give up, TenSoon had spoken. Sazed had begged for a sign, and received it.
Was it chance? Was it providence?
In the end, apparently, it was up to him to decide. He slowly returned the let “letters and journals to his metalminds, leaving his specific memory of them empty—yet retaining the feelings they had prompted in him. Which would he be? Believer or skeptic? At that moment, neither seemed a patently foolish path.
I do want to believe, he thought. That’s why I’ve spent so much time searching. I can’t have it both ways. I simply have to decide.
Which would it be? He sat for a few moments, thinking, feeling, and—most important—remembering.
I sought help, Sazed thought. And something answered.
Sazed smiled, and everything seemed a little bit brighter. Breeze was right, he thought, standing and organizing his things as he prepared to go. I was not meant to be an atheist.”
Excerpt From
Mistborn Trilogy: The Final Empire, the Well of Ascension, the Hero of Ages
Brandon Sanderson
We ended the week with family dinner. It was great weather outside for the kids which always makes it even more pleasant for the adults 😉 We love being together.
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