C.S. Lewis College.

The C.S. Lewis Foundation has long envisioned establishing C.S. Lewis College in the U.S. as a fully accredited Christian institution of Great Books and Visual and Performing Arts. That vision is now about to become a reality as plans move forward to launch C.S. Lewis College on the beautiful campus in Northfield, Massachusetts, recently acquired for this purpose from Northfield Mount Hermon School. This property has been purchased for the use of C.S. Lewis College by Hobby Lobby, a privately held retail chain of arts and crafts stores based in Oklahoma City, OK.

Subject to securing all appropriate approvals, C.S. Lewis College currently plans to commence instruction in Fall 2012.

19. The Da Vinci Code, chapter 83: “The Knights Templar were warriors,” Teabing reminded, the sound of his aluminum crutches echoing in this reverberant space.

“Remind” is a transitive verb – you need to remind someone of something. You can’t just remind. And if the crutches echo, we know the space is reverberant.

via The Lost Symbol and The Da Vinci Code author Dan Brown’s 20 worst sentences - Telegraph.

Jellynose fish can grow to more than six feet (two meters) long and, like many deep-sea fish, they have gelatinous bodies consisting of very little muscle.

via National Geographic: Bizarre Gelatinous Fish Found in Brazil.

This earth is a marvel-filled place, isn’t it?

A man apparently tried to rob an acquaintance by beating him with a baseball bat and was seriously hurt when the victim fought back with a sword, authorities said.

via Bat-wielding would-be robber beaten with a sword. AZCentral

To our astonishment — and joy — the comatose woman “hung in” until the 28th week. At that point, an ultrasound showed the fetus was probably over the 2-pound mark, and her doctors scheduled the caesarean. Gasping for air, the child was born at a size and weight that would give her a fighting chance of life.

via Mother-to-be sacrifices her chance of surviving cancer for her baby - Los Angeles Times.

If you didn’t click through to read the whole thing the extremely abridged version is this: Pregnant woman has an agressive brain tumor which needs treatment. That treatment would probably injure or kill the unborn. Woman refuses treatment for the baby’s sake. Amazed doctors argue.  Woman lapses into coma. Father is steadfast until baby has a good chance of survival.  Two pound baby delivered by C-section. Woman gets treatment, dies after regaining consciousness and seeing the healthy baby.

The Secondhand Smoke Blog had this:

The headline described the young woman as a “mother to be.” That is flat-out wrong: She was already a mother, which was why she decided that her baby’s life was most important.

via Secondhand Smoke: Your 24/7 Seminar on Bioethics and the Importance of Being Human: Mother “Sacrifices” Herself: Delays Cancer Treatment to Have Her Child.

This is a beautiful story of a Mother’s love. So beautiful that it’s a shame that I’m so annoyed about it.  The author of the L.A.Times piece is a pediatrician. Here are a few choice bits of hers:

Even I, who had chosen to study pediatrics because I loved children, reluctantly acknowledged that the woman’s care was the medical priority. Wouldn’t I — wouldn’t everyone? — opt for life-saving intervention for myself? Wouldn’t we all yield to the natural instinct to survive?

You “love” children, huh? You’re the pediatrician, the baby is your patient. Doing no harm to that baby is your job. That baby’s health is your job. I’m glad the mother had her wits about her because that baby didn’t have another advocate in the room, and that was your job.  When you love, you sacrifice, and in this case you can’t even manage to imagine sacrificing. Are you so certain that killing an unborn baby is such a natural instinct?

The baby responded by clasping her mother’s outstretched finger, bringing tears to her parents’ eyes — and ours. The new parents didn’t need to know that the grasp was an involuntary reflex; to the young mother, it was a sign that her baby had felt her love.

Here’s a clue for you, Doc. This mother didn’t have any confusion about Love being a warm fuzzy feeling that you get when a tiny baby curls its fingers around yours. If you think she traded her life for a few seconds of warm fuzzy you’re sadly confused.

I gave a silent thanks for her miraculous survival where it was due — to her mother.

She was standing right there. Why would you keep your thanks silent?  Unless…

This kind of stark choice where one person sacrifices her life for the other is, thankfully, a rare occasion.  We don’t  see women making this total sacrifice of their lives for their children often.  This mother’s single choice serves as an exaggerated black and white illustration of every mother’s stream of everyday choices:

sleep or baby’s crying?

clean outfit or baby’s breakfast?

status car or minivan?

Aerobics body or mothering body?

Latest fashions or wash and wear?

These aren’t all-or-none decisions and none of them are final, but my point here is that the sacrifices made for the good of the baby are totally normal.  They happen all the time, they are natural, and we don’t think that they’re so amazing.

In fact, I don’t find the mother’s final choice of self sacrifice all that surprising, she reminds me of Saints  Gianna and Mary.

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When two men broke into her home to rob her, she fought back.

“The woman fought them off,” said Capt. David Honeycutt of the Claiborne County Sheriff’s Department, of the 58-year-old Bray. “She threw a bowl of homemade chili and got after them with a broom.”

From Claiborne woman fights off home invaders : Local News : Knoxville News Sentinel. via Instapundit

Complete with mug shots.

College Student Shoots, Kills Home Invader

via News Story - WSB Atlanta.

What Would Tony Soprano Do?

I turned into Tony Soprano last year. I got so disgusted with a couple of my friends that I whacked them. Not literally, of course; they’re not sleeping with the fishes or anything. But in terms of being a daily part of my life, they’re gone.

Whacked.

via Big Hollywood » Blog Archive » Whack Your Friends, Tony Would.

Whack ‘em. It has a certain Lenten appeal, doesn’t it? This author is writing about whacking friendships to make room in his life for new friends, but maybe you need to whack something else, or make room for something else.