Monday, August 18, 2014

Unjust Judging


         I am taking AP English this upcoming school year and I had to read To Kill A Mockingbird and write a literary analysis on it this summer. This is definitely not AP worthy, but here it is. 

Unjust Judging

            In To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee depicts the childhood adventures of Scout and Jem Finch. These adventures include a mysterious neighbor named Boo Radley and a court case in which their father is the defendant’s lawyer. Harper Lee uses the court jury’s unruly sentence to magnify Scout’s own unfair judgmental opinions towards others.
            Both the court jury and Scout have a previously formed opinion about the person in question. The jury has a biased opinion about Tom Robinson because he is black and “I ain’t ever seen any jury decide in favor of a colored man over a white man,”(208). Regardless of the facts presented to them, the jury has already sentenced him in their minds before any facts are presented. Scout’s father, Atticus, makes a fairly clear case for Tom Robinson’s innocence. It appears that the verdict should be very obvious to all and yet the jury is not moved because of their prejudice opinion towards black people. Scout does the same thing with Boo Radley. She forms her opinion about him based on what other people have told her about him and not from her own experience or facts. For example, “People said he went out at night when the moon was down, and peeped in windows,” (9). Scout is unrightfully afraid of Boo Radley because of what people have said about him. Instead of getting to know Boo Radley for who he truly is, Scout makes assumptions about his character based on rumors others have spread. Likewise, the jury makes their judgment on Tom Robinson based on the bad name given to the people with his skin color rather than taking the facts and his character into consideration. Scout and the court jury both have biased views on the person of interest.
            The jury passes judgment on Tom Robinson and although of a different form, Scout also passes her own judgment on Boo Radley. Robinson is convicted of raping a girl, although it is made pretty clear that he is of complete innocence and she is the one bearing the guilt, “I say guilt, gentleman, because it is guilt that motivated her,” (203). Still, the jury judged Robinson, as all juries must do, but not in his favor, for “a jury never looks at a defendant it has convicted…and not one of them looked at Tom Robinson…‘Guilty…guilty…guilty…guilty,’” (211). Robinson is judged and unrightfully sentenced. Scout also passes unfair judgment on Boo Radley. She concludes from what she’s heard about him, that, “he’ll kill us!” (47). Since she believes this about him it affects the way she talks about and treats the thought of him. For example, she does not go near his house if it can be helped, except for when they try to get him to come out of the house. Scout and the court jury both pass judgment.
            It appears that the jury and Scout’s judgments were unjust and wrong. Atticus makes it very clear that Robinson is innocent and that, “this case is as simple as black and white…The state has not produced one iota of medical evidence to the effect that the crime Tom Robinson is charged with ever took place…The defendant is not guilty,” (203). Even though Robinson’s innocence is practically obvious the jury still sentences him. They refuse to see that they are wrong in their judgment of Robinson. Scout’s judgment of Boo Radley is also a false image of who he truly is. As events unfold Scout begins to gain a fuller understanding of who he is. There are several times when Boo Radley is thought to have done a good deed towards her and her brother, Jem. One of those times is when a fire breaks out in the town and Scout and Jem are standing out in the cold. Once inside, they realize Scout has a blanket on and Atticus claims it was put there by “Boo Radley. You were so busy looking at the fire you didn't know it when he put the blanket around you,” (72). Nearing the very end of the book, Boo Radley saves Jem and Scout’s lives. Unlike the jury, Scout realizes she has misjudged Boo Radley. After walking Boo Radley home after he saves them, Scout contemplates on how “you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough,” (279). Scout eventually learns to view people justly. Both the jury and Scout unjustly judged, except Scout saw her injustice and changed her verdict.
            Scout’s judgmental opinions towards Boo Radley are magnified by the court jury’s unjust judgment of Tom Robinson. Both the court jury and Scout are biased, they judge, and their judgments are unjust. The way that Harper Lee parallels these two events makes the reader take into consideration his own judgments and realize he should do the same as Scout and flee injudicious judgments.


Thursday, August 14, 2014

Work Together For Good


       Romans 8:28 (ESV) "And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."

         Recently, my oldest sister, Sarah, was at our house reading excerpts from the newly published book, Eight Twenty Eight: When Love Didn't Give Up by Larissa Murphy, and immediately I knew I had to read it. It's about Ian and Larissa Murphy and tells the story of Ian's car accident that left him with brain damage and how it affected the people around him, mainly Larissa, his at-the-time girlfriend, and now wife. I haven't finished reading it yet (I started it last night after finding out my mom had bought a copy too, I plan on getting my own, and I'm almost done) but from what I have read so far, I highly suggest this book to everyone. Its chilling to read a book so touching about people that I have never really known that well, or at all, but I know people around me that have known and loved these people. There are several people in the book that I have actually had the pleasure of knowing, if only a very little bit. I was around seven or eight when the accident happened. And I all too vividly remember my family talking about it. I remember regular blog updates  on Pray For Ian, such as, he's home, he talked today, he proposed today! I remember people saying they'd foolishly expected to see Ian to walk into a room, but he never did. I remember not knowing who exactly this person was but knowing that there were people who cared about him, some of who I knew, and that prayer was needed (even prayer from my at-the-time unsaved heart.) I remember thinking Larissa was a brave and loyal woman for sticking by Ian's side, even when things got unbearably tough. It was a testimony to her love for Ian, her love for God, and her faith in what He would do. To sum this all, I highly suggest buying this book, Eight Twenty Eight: When Love Didn't Give Up by Larissa Murphy.



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Perceptions

I have been thinking (something not new at all) and I have come up with an idea (another regular occurrence). This involves you (yes, all of you who like to write) and me. So, I thought it would be fun to do a little collaborative writing thing for the fun of it. Here's my idea, I will create a random scene (or use one I have already written) and have different people rewrite the same scene from different people's perspectives (which will be called Perceptions). Maybe your character wasn't even in my scene, maybe they were watching the scene from a distance. Maybe your character is an animal who is trying to understand what is going on. Maybe your character wrote a poem after this scene explaining what happened, how it made them feel, etc. Maybe your character picks up on things that my character never saw, heard, or thought worth mentioning. Maybe your character leaves in the middle of my scene and goes off to do something different, or your character goes past where I left off. The possibilities are endless. All you have to do is pick a character, comment, email, facebook, text, tweet, (contact me somehow) what character you're doing, then when you're done, send me your part and I'll post it on here for all to see. Or you can do it just for fun and I can not post it if you prefer. My email is southboundvideos@aol.com. I hope this is fun! I will post the scene sometime this week. :)

Monday, July 14, 2014

Talent At Its Peak


Fluffy the Unicorn


Written By: Margaret Sensenig and Jonyo Hull
Plot Assistant: Nathan King 
Published By: Members Of The Whale 
Dedicated To: Mason Miller’s Unicorn 
Special Thanks To: Julia Pritchard's iPhone 

"Their best work put on display," says the CEO of Mythical Creature Times, Nicholas Shoff. 


     Fluffy was fluffy. Fluffy had pink hair. Fluffy had a long, long horn. Fluffy loved to dance. Fluffy was a boy. One day Fluffy danced in the rain, and his pretty pink hair got all messed up so he went home and cried. He was so upset because once his hair was messed up, there was no going back. So he cried. And he cried all night long. This was because his hair was messed up. His hair was messed up because he danced in the rain. Fluffy was a boy. He died. He shouldn't have danced in the rain. The End.


Thursday, June 12, 2014

A Limb Removed


       Here is a short and sweet Literary Analysis on Jane Eyre that I wrote for school. Normally the Literary Analysis we wrote were on the theme but this one is on Biblical Principles. 

A Limb Removed
       In Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë depicts the fictional life of a woman named Jane Eyre. During the course of her life, Jane suffers through loss, heartbreak, and her own faults, but she discovers friends, family, and love. Throughout the book there are numerous biblical principles portrayed, including the one found in Matthew 5:29-30, which says, “If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body be thrown into hell. And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body go into hell.”
       This biblical principle can be found when Jane is told of Rochester’s secret and leaves Thornfield. When Rochester pleads with Jane to stay at Thornfield, even though she is tempted to stay, she knows she cannot because “laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?” (343). As much as she would have liked to dismiss her principles at that moment, she knows she cannot because where is their worth if she can pick and choose when she follows them? Jane knows that if she were to stay, being so near to Rochester would create temptations she would never be strong enough to conquer. She has to leave Thornfield to cut off her temptation. Jane’s action renders her understanding of Matthew 5:29-30.
       Another part of the book that portrays this principle is when Rochester loses his hand and sight in the fire. Rochester was a proud creature whom surrendered to no man and made his own rules and regulations. God had to literally cut off his hand and eyes to make him see his fault and begin to redeem him. Rochester acknowledges this himself when he says: “You know I was proud of my strength: but what is it now, when I must give it over to foreign guidance, as a child does its weakness?” (486). Instead of cutting off what made him sin himself, God had to step in and do it for him or else he would never had surrendered, and surrender he did. “I began to experience remorse, repentance, the wish for reconcilement to my Maker. I began sometimes to pray: very brief prayers they were, but very sincere,”(486). Through the removal of his self-pride and prestige, Rochester is humbled and brought to repentance so that his “whole body [would not] go into hell.” This clearly portrays the principles of Matthew 5:29-30.
       A biblical principle running throughout all of Jane Eyre is as found in Matthew 5:29-30, which explains that we are to cut off whatever causes us to sin because it is better to lose that than to lose your whole self to hell. Brontë exemplifies this through both Jane’s character and the redeeming of Rochester. There are many biblical principles in this book, including that which is portrayed in Matthew 5:29-30.


Friday, April 11, 2014

A Little Bit of Red


Willow: On Water's Edge

              This is a story I started in 2011, so I wasn't that good at writing then. It was never written that well and is pretty cheesy but I think it could be half decent if I re-wrote it. It is an adaptation of Little Red Riding Hood. The main girl (Red Riding Hood) is called Willow Thatcher. That is a name that I have used since this story in at least one other book because I had thought I would never finish this book but I like the name too much to give up on it entirely. Below are some parts from this story. Let me know if you think I should revive this or just drop it.  
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The icy water was freezing my bones and my muscles wouldn’t respond. The water was draining the life from my veins. Suddenly I was being pulled into the chilled air and a blurry face hovered above me. Warmth enveloped me and I was again surrounded by water, still sinking. The face had been a vision, a memory; it was vague yet familiar. Water was filling my lungs and all went dark.
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“Why didn’t you kill him when you had the chance?”
“There’s something about him, something I don’t understand. I just couldn’t do it,” Garrel whispered. 
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When I was born my parents could not take care of me. They were too poor. So my Aunt and Uncle agreed to take care of me until my parents could afford to feed me. But when my sister, Maple, was born two years later, they could not give her away. When they gave me away it broke their hearts. They couldn’t go through with that again. They were able to scrounge up enough food for all three of them.
When I was with my Aunt and Uncle, their realm was raided. I never knew who raided it, but all I knew was that life was never the same after that. Abban was gone. Jewel was weak, all the time. Gretchen locked up and never spoke more than two words to any of us. She’d only speak to him. Hugo. She’d tell him everything. They had been close since birth.
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“What does she want with me? What have I ever done to her?”
“It’s not what you have done, but what you will do.” I didn’t understand. “Don’t you know? Your little friend never told you? Such loyalty, such love, such compassion- all lies. He never was what you thought. He never cared for you. He was just keeping himself safe, lies to free his soul. No one has ever cared about you. Did you really think all this happened because you knew something about Surrél? There’s nothing to know about her. She’s an Oracle, everyone knows that. Foolish child. Can’t tell when someone is using you.”
                 I turned to face Jac, “Is it true? What he says?”
                 “Willow, I…”
                The Wolf broke him off, “Now that Garrel, he’s a different story completely. Such a fool. A skillful fool. He had no idea who the people where that he killed. He has ensured your death in doing so. But he is as innocent as a child. He knows nothing. Everything he did, he did for you. To bring you back, but really he has sealed your death, with all of them. When he ripped Sabrina Fair’s heart out, he ripped out yours too. You have failed.”
               “What are you talking about?”
             “You don’t know anything do you? Who you are, what you are to do. That you are chosen to…”
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             I felt a great force on my back. I was falling. I landed deep in the freezing water. I spun around in the water; I could see Jac’s face. The betrayal.


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

For Heaven's Victory Has Won



A little while ago, my World History class went on a field study to the Capitol and during that trip we visited the Holocaust Museum. Below are my thoughts about it and a poem I wrote for extra credit. Later we had to complete a word study for the word ‘War’ and below I also have part of that.

What struck me the most during the walk through the four floors were the words they had on the walls of what people said. They all made it more realistic and hit me that these were real actual people that this happened to. I think sometimes when we face such horrible news like this, we tend to shut it out and pretend in our mind that it was less real or not as bad as it actually was just to make ourselves feel better. We hide the truth away so we don't have to face the horror of it all. Those words, though, made it nearly impossibly to push the thoughts out of my head. It gave the people who died voices, bodies, individuality and souls. It took the numbers of how many died and changed them from mere numbers to actually people, human beings, people created in God’s image, that were destroyed.

The room of shoes was also striking. It was hard to not look at the shoes without wanting to cry. Each shoe was unique and belonged to someone who died. The uniqueness of the shoe somehow placed a human face on it. They are actually pieces from the actual event. Shoes have so much meaning for a person, they can describe someone in so many ways, and a room full of them that belong to dead people was like seeing the actual dead people piled up in the room, which is exactly what happened in the Holocaust. There was a description above the shoes that said, “We are the shoes. We are the last witnesses./We are shoes from grandchildren and grandfathers/From Prague, Paris and Amsterdam./And because we are only made of fabric and leather/And not of blood and flesh,/Each one of us avoided the Hellfire.” This also hit me and helped to put faces to those who died. There was also this horrifying smell from the shoes. They smelled old, musty, and once-human-filled. And the worst part is that, how many shoes there were in this room (and there were many), this amount falls short in comparison to how many there actually were. Each pair of shoes is another life that was taken. It is devastating.

There are really no words that I can use to describe how this all hit me. I cannot tell you how sad it made me, how angry, how solemn, how humble, how dependent on God and how inspired to keep history going and fight the fight to keep this country far from this, this made me.

Signs Of No Return (or Heaven's Victory)
By Margaret Sensenig

Built from the bottom up by Book
To be inspired from above
Freedom for the people they took
Peace like an eagle, golden dove

The sweet, sweet holy love does live
In honored words, "We the people"
Those eternal life He did give
Lead this country to the steeple

World around gives way to sweet war
So deceived by angel of light  
Taken captive, what should have tore
The heart who does claim wrong from right

A people fooled, a race erased  
In the name of 'God', ruthless god
Was the thought that steadied and paced
No grace but servant of the rod

The ground cries out for souls are lost
Blood and bone innocent covers
One who orders must pay the cost
Of the evil that still hovers

Death stained minds grieve for this done wrong
That do swear to "never again"
And he with a hundred 'men' strong
Erase the horrors of that end

Eagle, golden dove's mind goes blank
Of the fruit from which it had grew
He wills to redo the past stank
From where all of his hell had blew

If once a pure people see not
The signs of an 'Adolf return'
When evil completely forgot
Then taken over by iron

Followers of His righteous name
Must awake from their stifled daze
Share the love in their hearts the same
To forever at His face gaze

My brothers! Brothers! I do cry
Inside know truth of where you stand
Take her back with a noble try
Her fruit we must bare on this land

It’s a worthy fight. We must fight!
Though the end is of darkness one
We fight the good fight for what's right
For Heaven's victory has won

Think and Reflect
War is a conflict between people that tends to lead to fighting, both physically and verbally. It is the fighting between people groups, and often involves the harming and killing of human life. It is a combination of many battles fought over for a similar purpose. It often involves weapons used by soldiers. War can also be fought on a spiritual front. This is the kind of war that takes place everyday and everyone is involved in, whether they know it or not. There is a war inside of ourselves, fighting between what is right and wrong, between sin and following God. On a greater level, God is fighting a war for our souls, however that war has already been won but yet it is still being fought over. The final outcome will be God’s victory. On a worldwide scale, there are wars between nations, global wars, wars between countries. These wars, like every kind of war, start in the hearts of individuals and grow into an outward action that affects thousands of people. Wars usually generate from a disagreement. They generally consist of the killing of people to gain what they want, whether it is more land, terrorist attacks on other nations, an agreement that was broken or was not formed, and the list goes on. Also, there can be war within a nation. Sometimes war is necessary, but only when it is fought as a defense. These wars are generally when there is a split within the nation that opposes each other. Such as racial rights, revolutions, discrimination, freedom, a new leader, civil wars and the list goes on. Local wars can be anything from actual fires being shot over a disagreement to arguments in the courthouse over issues. It is a conflict that needs to be mended, and war tends to be the outcome. There can be religious wars, or cultural wars, which are fought between people of different mindsets and beliefs or different ways of life. There can even be “war” among different churches of different beliefs. War is a constant battle within the family today. The children rebel, the parents put on authority, the children submit, and then they rebel again and the cycle continues. Because of the Fall, war is now a natural way of life. There is something we do not like, so we fight until we get it or “die” trying. War can also be fought from an individual’s viewpoint, and is fought everyday. There is a battle between the sin in our hearts and our minds, which know the truth. We daily fight this battle to do what is right, true and just. Everyday we need to put on our battle gear and be prepared for a new set of troubles to fight off. And the most important battle of all is the battle that has already been won by God; the spiritual war. This is a war we also fight everyday, and we have God as our leader, our chief, and our general to guide us through this battle, like he does in any kind of war. God has won the ultimate war, the war for our very lives.

Biblical Philosophy
God is not against the general term of ‘war’. He is against unjustifiable war, just like he is against any other sin that man is capable of. But “the Lord is a man of war: the Lord is his name,” (Exodus 15:3). An aspect of God is war, so how could He be against a thing that is apart of Him, for He is perfect? God has fought a war for our very lives. War occurs because of the fall of man. It began when Satan rebelled against God and “declared war” on him. War, on an earthly scale, starts in the human heart with anger, pride, jealousy and many other things and spreads to those around you until it creates a war, either a national, physical war or verbal, mental war. So many wars are fought for unjust reasons. No war is justifiable, unless it is fought in the defense of life and to end a war. No war that is started on the offensive side is justifiable, but the defense is. A man is called to protect his home, people to defend their country, Christians to defend their faith. John Adams once said, “I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy.” He was making a sacrifice to the things he had to deal in and with so that his children could have a brighter future than what he was living in. He wanted to create a world where the next generation could live in peace and freedom to love God. Why can’t there be peace all of the time? Why can’t we all just get along and stop all this fighting? Maybe if we all agree not to fight again, then there will be no more wars, right? Wrong. Not on this earthly world, at least. Why not? Well, because of the Fall and man’s sin, perfect peace is unreachable. No peoples can be “perfect” enough to never have war again. War is a product of our sin so it cannot be completely abolished by humans. If every human on the earth agreed to never fight again, how long do you think that would last? Man’s heart is so fickle that it is constantly changing, lying and backstabbing. And out of all those people, there is bound to be one person who will refuse to commit to peace. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.” This is true, we will someday reach complete peace through unarmed truth and unconditional love, but it will be the unarmed truth and unconditional love of God. The only way for complete peace to be reached is through Jesus Christ. There will be no peace on this earth until Jesus returns and makes all things right. True peace comes from God, and God alone, and that is a glorious thought.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

A Coronation Of Glory


           Recently in my 10th grade British Literature class at school, we've been studying poems and different poets. We each had to pick a different poem to write a literary analysis on. I chose "The Coronet" by Andrew Marvell. I actually really enjoy poetry, though I know not everyone does, I find it fascinating. So below is the poem and then my brief literary analysis discussing the theme. Yes, I know it is short and written terribly but I had fun writing it so I thought it was worth sharing. Its the thought that counts, right? Let me know what you think!


THE CORONET

by Andrew Marvell


WHEN for the thorns with which I long, too long,

With many a piercing wound,

My Saviour's head have crowned,
I seek with garlands to redress that wrong,

Through every garden, every mead,

I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers),

Dismantling all the fragrant towers

That once adorned my shepherdess's head:

And now, when I have summed up all my store,

Thinking (so I my self deceive)

So rich a chaplet thence to weave

As never yet the King of Glory wore,

Alas ! I find the Serpent old,
That, twining in his speckled breast,

About the flowers disguised, does fold

With wreaths of fame and interest.

Ah, foolish man, that wouldst debase with them,

And mortal glory, Heaven's diadem!

But thou who only couldst the Serpent tame,

Either his slippery knots at once untie,

And disentangle all his winding snare,

Or shatter too with him my curious frame,

And let these wither—so that he may die—

Though set with skill, and chosen out with care;

That they, while thou on both their spoils dost tread,

May crown Thy feet, that could not crown Thy head.

A Coronation Of Glory
By Margaret Sensenig

            In “The Coronet,” Andrew Marvell discusses the object of his poems and where their focus lies. Marvell talks about how he used to write poems for pure joy and pleasure, but now he wants to write to bring glory only to God. Marvell uses an extended metaphor and at least two biblical references to develop his theme that we should not receive the glory for our work, but God should get all the praise.
             Marvell uses an extended metaphor in “The Coronet” as a way to bring together his theme. The extended metaphor that Marvell uses is a comparison between his poems and flowers: “I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers).” The fruits are the products of his labor, his poems, which are similar to flowers. Flowers are nice to look at, but that is really their only purpose. They have very little meaning to them or value. His poems are only flowers; they are nice in the moment, but they do not hold any lasting value or worth and serve very little purpose other than pleasure. He is saying how he used to only write about things of little worth and that had no eternal meaning: things of the flesh. However, now he wants to turn around and write poetry that brings glory and honor to God. He believes that his talent should be used to create something that has eternal value, which is praising and honoring God. Marvell uses an extended metaphor to help portray his theme to the reader.
            Marvell also uses at least two biblical references, or parallels, to support and develop his theme. One of the Biblical ties that he makes is with the story in John 12 where Mary anoints and washes Jesus’ feet. The last line of the poem reads, “May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy head.” Though he knows this to be false, the speaker has an idea that his writings are good enough to bring God such honor and glory like He has never seen before. He believes that his poems are good enough to crown God. However, Marvell sees the fault in this and is humbled. Line twenty-six says that if his work cannot crown God’s head then he will crown his feet, like Mary did. John 12:3 says, “Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” This is the verse that Marvell makes a reference to when he mentions crowning His feet instead of His head. It is a humbling thing and an act of worship to God. Marvell will write his poetry for God, though he knows it is not worthy, but it is the best offering he can give Him. The Biblical parallel of Mary anointing Jesus’ feet is another way that Marvell conveys this theme.
            Marvell makes references to more than just one Biblical idea or story to aid in the building of the theme. Another Biblical reference that Marvell makes is with the Gospel story. Within the first couple lines of his piece, Marvell briefly describes the scene of the crucifixion, focusing on the crown of thorns. This reference goes along with Matthew 17:29, which says, “and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him, they mocked him, saying, ‘Hail, King of the Jews!’” In the lines one through four, which say, “When for the thorns with which I long, too long/With many a piercing wound/My Saviour’s head have crowned/I seek with garlands to redress that wrong,” Marvell is revealing how he has done wrong and for his sin, Jesus had to die. In response to this knowledge he tries to “redress that wrong”; cover up his sins. He searches for different things that will make him right with God. He searches “through every garden, every mead,” to find his righteousness in God (line 5). Then the outcome of this all is that he collects together all his flowers (his poems) and sees that they are worthless. This correlates to the Gospel in that God is the only way to gain eternal life. After realizing this, Marvell seeks to bring God all the glory with his work. It is obvious that Marvell gains support through Biblical references to reveal his theme. 
            “The Coronet” discusses how all the glory and honor should go to God out of our works and not to us. Marvell uses an extended metaphor between his poems and flowers to bring forth the idea of his message. At least the two Biblical references of Mary anointing Jesus’ feet and the Gospel are used to convey his theme. It is clear that Marvell is eager for his readers to feel the same enthusiasm to bring God glory with our work as he is.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Bent On Destruction


“The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

I am completely in love with medieval fantasy stories, such as The Lord Of The Rings. So naturally, one of my favorite genres to write is medieval fantasy. I am nearing the completion of my very own short book (about 100 pages or so) called, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon By Margaret Sensenig, Sub-Authored By Mason Miller, Sub-Written By Hannah Privitera and Edited by Amy Black. I am fortunate enough to have friends who help me out with some of my writings and will occasionally write parts for me. Thanks you guys!



“You will bow to me in fear, in dread, in respect and in terror. I come from a great line that has been feared as a great nation, a worthy nation with arms like never seen before!”
–Margaret Sensenig, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“If my love is the only thing that can heal you, let it be so.”
–Mason Miller, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“That shall not be my fate.”
–Margaret Sensenig, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“I have been racing towards death since my sister was taken from me, and have yearned every day to fall into that bottomless pit, but now I am afraid.”
–Mason Miller, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon 

“Then that shall just be my fate. I cannot require anything more from you.”
Hannah Privitera, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“I see that I have something stronger than hate that guides me now.”
–Mason Miller, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“Stay away, sir. This is not a place you wish to stay. Not here, not near me.”
–Margaret Sensenig, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“I am afraid that I will destroy the only thing left in this world that gives me relief from my agony. That thing is you. I love you.”
–Mason Miller, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon   

“Taking in the situation in a hurried glance, Kazrin sped his horse to stop directly in front of them, leapt off the steed with his sword drawn, and questioned them as to what right they claimed in their conduct.”
–Hannah Privitera, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“I am bent on destruction and I cannot bear to think of bringing that upon you.”
–Mason Miller, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“Here lies my father’s sword, Kazimir, whom has seen many a battle, who aided in the slaying of a dragon to save Gildon. And yet, here is Telassar, the symbol of my kinsmen, my nation. The crest that had carried us so far and so long, but now has been forgotten but by a few called the Drathil.”
–Margaret Sensenig, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

“I would rather face this peril by your side than wait helplessly.”                               
–Mason Miller, The Son Of Endrid: The Ruins Of Raldon

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Revenge Had Felt So Right


Just To Bring Her Back - A Tragedy, Of Sorts 

The ground was hard, his body was tense, and the air was stuck in his throat. Depression set in. It took him over; he relished in this state. The bars before him taunted his soul. The reason for his imprisonment flooded his mind. Her limp body in his arms with a bullet in her heart, the smile on that man’s face as Wade pulled the trigger; it was too much to handle. His heart broke again when he saw her face. Her long brown hair, her hazel eyes that could read his soul, the wedding ring that bound them together, the thoughts drew him to his knees. Wade Parker finally let it go. The strength he had been trying to hold on to crashed. He let salty tears pour down his face. What had he done? Revenge had felt so right. Now he was locked up like the bloody murderer he was.

There is this song called "Kiss It Better" by He Is We. It is a terribly sad song. Below you can listen to it with the lyrics. I suggest doing so. I was inspired to write a story based off of this song. 

It is a modern, romance, action & adventure kind of story. The gist of it is how a man loses his wife, but it was no accident. There was a reason for her death. A bullet to the heart took her from him and he is determined to find the owner of the finger that dared pull the trigger. He knows what he will do if he finds that man: kill him. Wade Parker seeks out the murderer of his wife, but in the end, can he finish the revenge he so looked for? Will his time in jail for the crime he commits be enough to bring her back? Just To Bring Her Back is a short story written by Margaret Sensenig and sub-written by Hannah Privitera (still in the making).    



“She was beautiful, energetic, smart, funny, and…perfect.”
–Hannah Privitera, Just To Bring Her Back


“What had he done? Revenge had felt so right.”
–Margaret Sensenig, Just To Bring Her Back

“He would have followed her to the ends of the world if she’d asked.”
–Margaret Sensenig, Just To Bring Her Back


“Now he was locked up like the bloody murderer he was.”
–Hope Privitera, Just To Bring Her Back


"What haunted his dreams the most was the smile on that man’s face as he died. As Wade pulled the trigger, that man smiled. He had been waiting for that day to come when Wade would avenge his lover."
–Margaret Sensenig, Just To Bring Her Back