Wednesday, November 26, 2008


THE BEREAN TIMES November 26th, 2008




Well it has been an unpredictable November so far. We have had some sunny days and stormy nights,crackling fires
windy afternoons, flooded drives and icy morns. Actually quite typical for November in the Northwest.

We have had to say goodbye for awhile to one of our own and welcomed another only too briefly. We celebrated birthdays
and mourned loss
but through it all our focus has been on the Redeemer. Tomorrow we will celebrate His great Providence in the guiding and founding of our nation. We love America and all that she was founded upon and what she has stood for and what has been fought for, for generations. But America is changing in frightening ways, all I can say is that I'm glad America is only my temporary home and that I am only a pilgrim here, that my home and country is in a far off land, but I will rejoice when we are finally there. Tomorrow will be a day spent with family; aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins to reflect on our many blessings and to share good food and even better memories. Let us not fail to remember the past and to map out our futures to the glory of God, Amen.



Gratitude is a state of mind and being. Grateful and Thankful. In every situation let us find something to be truly grateful for. Thankfulness should be full it's in the word itself. We can't and should not try to fool ourselves with self-pity(poor me)and grumbling complaints. There is and always will be people less fortunate than ourselves, lives more in danger and turmoil and sorrow more overwhelming. There will always be needs seemingly unmeetable and crisis aplenty. Our response needs to be one of compassion and endurance, to not give up and to remember the one lonely leper who came back to give thanks....I intend to be the one, how about you?


Thanksgiving is on the move getting closer and closer. It is amazing how people ignore Gods providence by trying to forget our history, the history that we Americans are so proud of. We have come so far. Our forefathers were hunted and harried, persecuted and punished and for what; to worship God and live how they saw fit. But they came through it and not through their own strength but by God. They new that and they gave thanks to God. So this Thanksgiving I’m thankful for many things. I can’t even count my blessings because there are so many. America is trying to take God out of every thing, most Americans call Thanksgiving ~turkey day~ but it’s real name is Thanksgiving and it is called that name for a reason. They took God out of schools, they’re trying to take God out of “in God we trust” and even the Pledge of Allegiance. But let me tell you, that when I say the Pledge of Allegiance I will say it with One Nation Under God! America, America God truly has shed His Grace on thee!!


- What is Faith? Faith is something that you are willing to die for, no matter what
comes before you, or how hard the challenge is. You will pour your all into it, it is something to believe in, trust, follow, Someone to worship, and obey. I will give you any answer on why you should more than ever pray like never before, and worship like never before. Times are getting harder and they won't soon get better, so now is the time to get in touch with the Lord God Almighty, serve Him, and be a faithful follower of Christ for all eternity.
Sir. Brennen Dickinson *Obey to live for ever.*


Thanksgiving : The act of rendering thanks or expressing gratitude for favors or mercies. 2. A public celebration of divine goodness; also a day set apart for religious services, specially to acknowledge the goodness of God, either in any remarkable deliverance from calamities or danger, or in the ordinary dispensation of His bounties. The practice of appointing an annual Thanksgiving originated in New England. WEBSTERS DICTIONARY 1828
I am thankful for those convictions of the pilgrims that pressed them to leave their homes and comforts, and rely on God to lead them where they and future generations could live, worship and belong to the Creator alone. I am also very thankful for the preservation of His Word and the documents of history which without, we would be deluded by the revised versions of corrupted mankind.
I am joyful to be hearing the true account of the pilgrims read aloud by my mother and teacher (-: . Plymouth Plantation by William Bradford is an eye-witness account describing the events prior to and the first 50 years of the new colony in America. I have learned much so far, which only lets me know there is much more to be learned!
I am thankful for a family who is also on a great pilgrimage to another land.
Most of all I am thankful for the hope placed in me of everlasting life, bought with the blood of The King. Jesus our Savior.

The Comic Without a Name

Appropriate for the Thanksgiving Holiday

Pilgrim Man by ESDH


[ IF ]
Dearest Lord,
If all I need right now you have already given,
If all I will ever, and forever hereafter need is in your hand and time and keeping,
If what is gently taken away from me or withheld from me for a season, is for my benefit and your glory,
If my name was already written in your Book Of Life before time itself,
If death will never win or reign over my soul,
If you are my father, and chastise and afflict me only in the deepest of love and foresight ;
If you direct all my steps according to your perfect will, purpose and good pleasure,
If the echo of a word or sound must taper off and fade away before another can be spoken or heard,
If you have called me from darkness into your marvelous light,
If I am your beloved,
If I even I am yours, even your treasure,
If you will never leave me or forsake me,
If your grace is sufficient,
If my only purpose and work, which is to worship Him who is worthy, is also my greatest peace, joy and privilege,
If every If was abolished when the King of Kings said “ IT IS FINISHED!”,
Then what shall we worry or fear all of our days? Praise the Lord for a peace that passes understanding! And a victory unfading and glorious!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


THE BEREAN TIMES October 31st, 2008




Seasons of Life

The seasons of life will come and pass in turn without us having to do anything. They just are. We practice wisdom by recognizing the seasons we are in though. I have the joy of watching different seasons in my children's education. There is the initial season, we'll call it Spring: The newness, the wonder, the excitement and the anticipation of all things ~ everything is an adventure in learning. Then we have Summer: Rapid growth, strong roots take hold, beauty begins to bloom and the body and mind begin to exercise and stretch forth and grab hold of new found knowledge. Then comes Autumn: This is the time of full statured, magnificent display of what God has wrought in each individual and the uses for which they will be called. Finally we have Winter: The time to share and pass on a legacy, a lifetime of learning, wisdom and knowledge to a new and eager generation. I have to be careful to recognize which season each of my children are in. My response to them and how I teach them tends to change with the season. May God grant me the wisdom to know this and to appreciate the changing seasons.


I’m sitting at the computer wondering what I should write about. Suddenly I remember this isn’t being written in pen, so 150 backspaces or so later you wouldn’t even know about this. Be right back I have to get my MP3 player and listen to some Switchfoot…. done. Haaay light bulb just came on above my head. This is my column, so I can write about what I want to. But what do I want to write about? Another light bulb comes on, thought you should know what I look like…I’m the one with the camera. I am also a member of the P.T.F. aka Percussion Task Force. This is funny, here I am writing the second newspaper article and the first one isn’t even out yet. Well, let me tell you what we did in October. My school, the Berean Academy had a Fall Farm Harvest theme this month. We went to two different farms, the first one was the V2 farm in Enumclaw. While we were there a horse stole my cowboy hat. But we got a picture of the culprit. Kind of cool. I received an incredible offer at V2 but regrettably had to turn it down. I will wait for another opportunity. I just hope it comes fast. You see, I’m a horse lover from way back. The first horse that I ever rode was my uncle’s horse Star, named for the star shaped white patch on her forehead. I once made a bet with my uncle on Independence Day that a groundhog (a firework) could work under water, and if it did he would let me ride Star. It worked and I got to ride Star. I like horses a lot, if you know me at all, you most likely know that. Some might say that equestrian pursuits are not manly, but I think otherwise! (try telling that to the many generations of bull riders, cowboys, gunslingers and bronco busters) I prefer the western style of riding. I have grown up around horses, whether real or fictional and have developed a need you might say, to ride as often as possible… (Sometimes in the middle of those Arabian nights I steal off into the abandoned desert arenas and ride to my hearts content on every rare breed you can think of.. Miles and miles are passed practically flying through obstacles of those awkward colored genie carpets, ya I mean the blue guy with the bracelets.. Ali Baba is yet to be found… and a few times a tiny little monkey guy gets in my way before laughing his cute little monkey laugh, then diving out of the way just in time… I HAVEN’T MET MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS YET…. BUT I’M POSITIVE SHE IS BREATHTAKING and loves wild gorgeous horses almost as much as I do…. But if it’s awhile before the beauty comes along in my life.. That will do just fine.. You see I have a princess for a sister… and she enjoys my company greatly.. She thinks I’m the most creative, unique and handsome guy around… [which is definitely true if you ask me]… but I don’t think she knows that, on those days that she is a grumpy nag.. I consider trading her at a swap meet for a glorious breed or anything with a bridle in its mouth… [ha ha ha] ….I am not kidding, I’m sorry but you should hear her sometimes man!! Well c’mon, you know I have to earn some points by honesty!!! Love you Will, SLH) Wow! That was way not me that just wrote that. Must be my crazy sister. We also went to The Farm, funny name I know, that’s the name of the farm, it’s The Farm. It is located in Snohomish county. We went into a hay maze, a giant corn maze in the shape of Washington state, had kettle corn and hot apple cider and my mom was named 2008 grump of the year. We also had a really cool field trip to the studio’s of Spirit 105.3 in October. It was awesome to go there and see how everything works, hear the history of Crista Ministries and meet some of our favorite radio personalities including Matt Case and Tom & Sara in the afternoon. We also recorded the Pledge of Allegiance and got to go in the broadcast booths!

This sums up the activities during October for the Berean Academy, until next time…

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U.S. News & Thoughts

Where our Faith and Treasure are...

Where our faith and treasure lie is telling. In this nation we have both seen much and heard much, to be frightened of late, The economy is in danger of collapse, the political divide is growing and there is discontent and fear that is palpable. If the liberal media is to be believed we are doomed and need a savior. They have picked him and his name is Obama. But we already have a Savior, his name is Jesus and He has already solved every problem we will ever encounter, calmed every fear, built for us beautiful housing, is our Great Physician, owns the cattle on a thousand hills and knows of what we need before we ask it. If our faith and treasure are tied to this mortal and temporary life there is great cause to be alarmed. But if our faith and treasure are held in trust by Him who holds all things I have no need to fear; prepared and wise yes, especially as we see that day approaching.


Reformation Era

Albrecht Durer (1471-1528) of Germany was an artist of great significance in his time; his 100 most famous works were very recently on display at the Museum of Biblical Arts in New York. They will continue to be exhibited at many places in the U.S.
He began as an apprentice under his father in gold working. The latter was careful to bring his children up to honor God.
Albrecht is best known for his wood cuts. He started selling them and his engravings at age 24.
Because of the printing press advancement he was the very first artist who illustrated, designed and printed his own books. He sold many with his art. One book had a sequence of fifteen wood cut prints with texts from Revelation, and included some very graphic apocalypse paintings.
During the last decade of his life Durer became a fan of the famous Martin Luther. They both understood that the press gave people the liberty to see and read for themselves. Luther was a popular writer of vigorous prose and added many of his (Durer) art pieces within his publishing.
Albrecht visited the Augustinian Church in Nuremberg and listened to Luther’s mentor Johann Von Staupitz, who preached that it was Jesus’ atonement rather than our works that gains us His freedom and redemption from sin.
Luther’s teachings influenced him greatly; he wished to make a portrait of him, of whom he said “This Christian man has helped me out of great distress.”
While Luther had disappeared shortly, Durer was moved to pray for him, he offered “O God if Luther is dead who will henceforth deliver the Holy Gospel to us with such clarity?” He never got to make a portrait of Luther, but he did however portray Mr. Philipp Melanchthon who was the lead writer of the Augsburg Confessions of 1530.
When Albrecht died in 1528, Luther commented in his writing “It is natural and right to weep for so excellent a man.”

Here are a few quotes of Durer’s:
·No single man can be taken as a model for a perfect figure, for no man lives on Earth who is endowed with the whole of beauty.
·From [drawing], the treasure secretly gathered in your heart will become evident through your creative work.
·And since geometry is the right foundation of all painting, I have decided to teach its rudiments and principles to all youngsters eager for art.
·If a man devotes himself to art, much evil is avoided that happens otherwise if one is idle.
·What beauty is, I know not, though it adheres to many things.
·As I grew older, I realized that it was much better to insist on the genuine forms of nature, for simplicity is the greatest adornment of art.
·Because of our Christian faith we have to stand in scorn and danger, for we are reviled and called heretics.
a self portrait of Albrecht:
And lastly here is one of his many printed art pieces. It is titled The Knight Death and the Devil. It is supposed to depict the steady path of the faithful through life’s battles and difficulties.SLH


The Hues of Autumn

Walking upon a golden carpet of fallen cedar, diamonds of dew show off their glitter. I see the hues of Autumn. Fire burst of scarlet, orange and lemon yellow, glorious color of whispering leaves. I see the hues of Autumn. In moody blue of salty sea, grey storms of passing clouds, in fields of heated tan and mottled green, I see the hues of Autumn. In the dusty rose of a fading sky, I behold the wonders of a nature my blessed Savior created. With eyes and senses He bestowed, with those who are thankful I will be. Unspoken words that He is here, in dazzling nature clues. I see the Autumn hues.


Wednesday, November 5, 2008


THE BEREAN TIMES September 30th, 2008




Editorial ~

Getting back to square one…

Getting back to square one on the educational home front has been a long overdue process. It has been a refreshing one though. We have purged the jumbled ideas and mass of false starts of various curriculum and good intentions. The end result of our search for educational meaning has been shelf upon box upon bookcase upon table upon desk of every type of workbook, textbook and living book; one upon ten upon hundred upon thousands of dollars spent over the course of the last 15 years. I do not regret the wonderful library we have amassed, in fact it is one of our family’s greatest treasures, but our forays into the land of Rod and Staff, Abeka, Sonlight, Christian Liberty Press, etc. and the exploring of methodology including; Charlotte Mason, Unschooling, Classical, structured and classroom model has led to the conclusion at least for our family that what has worked no matter the curriculum, no matter the methodology is that we have our children’s hearts. I have come to believe that a blending of Discipleship of the heart and soul with the Classical tools of training the mind in right reasoning and how to think are what works best. Neither one by itself is complete and leaves the student lacking in a critical area. Discipleship is of the utmost concern and should always be given priority. But it is a disservice to our children not to give them the proper tools of learning ie. the building of precept upon precept and an unshakable foundation in how to think and reason, so that they can continue their quest for wisdom and knowledge in the light of God’s revealed will. On the other hand, the pursuit of learning in all of it’s glory and sphere of influence, and the rigorous training of the mind is nothing but abject foolishness if you have not prayed and labored and walked with your child(the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom), to set their heart and soul before the Lord in love and humble obedience, this is an awesome responsibility for any parent, but it is what the Lord has commanded. To what can I say “If they gain the whole world but lose their soul”? This has brought me to the conclusion of slow(thorough)and steady(consistent) teaching in the classics with a never ending daily walk of love and blessing to our children, this is what I consider “having it all” and getting back to square one.


Hello my name is William Hall. I am a student at the Berean Academy and a Berean Time’s journalist. I’m writing about our summer break from school. First, my brother Chad and I and my dad along with some others, helped Mr. Engstrom with a firework show for the city of Maple Valley. Here are some pictures. There were 3, 4, 5 and 6 inch shells. We had a blast and we hope we can do it again next year. Secondly my brother Chad and I and a few of the guys from church went haying. Let me describe what haying is; it is hot, sweaty, itchy hand blistering work. Typically there are three trucks going back and forth from field and barn, four people per truck, one driver, two loaders and one stacker. Most of the time, I was a stacker, I had to tell the loaders how many more bales to throw up to me, and tell the driver READY! or when to stop if needed. I also had to take all the blame if the load fell off, which happened three times. The first was about ten bales, the second time was three or four bales and the third was two bales. The second time the bales fell off, my friend and I went with them. If you’re wondering if it hurt, climb on the back of a truck that is 12 feet high and roll off it, that should answer your question. Yes it did hurt, but we got back up and kept working. To keep on track I must finish telling you about haying. Sometimes there could be six or seven people loading and throwing bales at the same time and I would have to yell stop, and stack the six or seven bales before they started again (talk about impatient). I just remembered there was a forth time that some bales fell off. I was on the top of a loaded truck alone with no one to help me if anything happened, which did. I held the bales until the driver could help me restack them. Well we had a good time and made some money, as I close I must tell you one more thing, my truck team left me in a field for three truck loads without anything to drink. Then someone realized "O, maybe that guy out there could use some Gatorade" ~ it was appreciated. A word of advice, don’t try this. These young men received high compliments and thanks. The reason not to try this... It doesn’t work that well. With that, I end haying. Next, our family took a trip and my brother Brennen came across the water to go with us. We were all thinking that we were going to Snoqualmie Falls to have a picnic. We did go and see the Snoqualmie Falls, but we didn’t have a picnic.
We thought that we were, but then Sara got out of the van wearing sandals, Mom saw this and said "Sara can't wear sandals where we are going." We assumed Mom meant hiking down the trail head. So we loaded up and left for the shoe store. Sara got some shoes and we thought we were going back to the falls, but we started driving in the wrong direction. We were all wondering what was going on, when we saw the Evergreen State Fair 100th anniversary sign. Then Dad said "I have to find a spot to turn around, do you think that guy will let me turn around in here?" So we turned and went in, then mom said "you know I told you guys that something special had come in the mail... WE GOT JARS OF CLAY/LEELAND TICKETS!!!!" you should have seen our faces, everybody was surprised! We found a parking spot, got out and hopped on the fair tractor that took us to the gate. Dad bought some day passes for rides, we got ponchos because the forecast was rainy, but we didn’t use them until it was to late. We separated, Mom and Dad to spend some romantic time together holding hands and looking at the attractions and all of us; Ethan, Sara, Chad, Brennen and I. We went on some rides and then I went and saw the horse arena and the draft horse teams, they were beautiful. We passed our time looking at attractions, eating food and riding rides. Altogether we had a great time. Then came the concert, Leeland opened up the show and Jars of Clay closed it.
The rain was pouring down, we were soaking wet and Jars of Clay opened up with Flood. We didn't know how much it was raining until we saw it through the spotlights. We sat in the bleachers singing and stomping our feet. The best part was when Jars of Clay left the stage and some people started leaving BUT, everybody that wasn’t, started yelling MORE!, MORE!, MORE!. After about thirty seconds they came back on stage. Then they said, ”after a long discussion we decided to play you a few more songs" and then everybody rushed back to their seats and started to cheer and yell even louder than before! They played a couple more songs and then they started to walk off stage and everybody yelled in unison.. “ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG!"… Flood, and a song called dead man carry me. The band kept walking off slowly , once again we all cheered, soaking wet as we were, but …"C’mon, it’s Jars of Clay Man!!!" as we heard one fan yell to his fan friends… So they came back … and said “ Mom caught us out late last night so she put a curfew on us, so we have to be home before it gets too late. But we’ll play you a couple new songs that we might put on our new album if you guys like them." They played the songs and at the end of the last song the lead singer sang "goodnight Washington, Evergreen State Fair, We love you, God bless you," all in the same tune as the last song he had been singing for us. And everybody screamed …He announced that they would add that last song to the upcoming album and also would add a special thank you to us, the Evergreen State Fair fans! Six days after our Evergreen State Fair trip, we went down to a place called Cannon Beach, Oregon. We try to go down every year. This year we did some new things; we had communion on the beach and went to a civil war reenactment.
The story line of the battle is that the Union army must stop in a battlefield to make repairs on their cannons. While they are making their repairs a Confederate scout spots them and the Confederate army sneaks up on them. A Union soldier gets in a fight with another Union soldier and other soldiers leave their posts until a superior canters over to the scene, fires a shot and orders everyone back to their posts. All the while the Confederates sneak up on them. A Union watchman spots them, and the Union army quickly regroups and then the battle begins. Here are some pictures of the battle. We also looked around the camps, I went to the Calvary camp. Here are a few pictures.

All of the Civil War reenactment volunteers lived just as they would have in 1863 using no modern technology at all.
We camped at Fort Stevens State Park about ten miles away from Cannon Beach. We were there for four days and went to our favorite shops and the beach.
We also went to the Tillamook Cheese factory and got some souvenirs if you know what I mean!! We had so much FUN! I am ending my column now, remember on Sundays you can tell one of the Berean Times writers something that happened during your week and maybe it will be put in the paper.

Odds and Ends

Thirty-two years ago Peter Rabbit was born, wait I know what you are thinking, just let me finish. Peter Rabbit is a horse that lives in Hickman, Neb. He is a brown Morgan quarter horse crossbreed owned by 76 year old Harley Scott. Hickman annexed Scotts' pasture where Peter Rabbit has lived his whole life. The new annex has a livestock ban. Horse lovers from all over the country started calling and emailing city leaders and crashed the Hickman city government email server three times. A last ditch effort failed on Aug. 26th, 2008. Scott could be fined 100 dollars a day that Peter Rabbit is left in the pasture that he was born in…(World magazine Sept.2008)...I'd say that is worse than a rotten carrot.

U.S. News & Thoughts...

I was thinking about the economy and all the debates and opinions circulating…
questioning whether we still deserve to reside in this blessed nation we have had for over 200 years; and how long God's blessing will be over us. Our unthankfulness and excess has led to the drifting of our standards and goals. I think selfishness is the biggest problem in this country. From individuals to families, and organizations to the government. If we were required to live under the poorest conditions of many other nations, for even a short portion of our lives I'm convinced we would rely on the Creator once again. But we, being so blessed have forgotten to thank God for our abundance, and to ask him in which way to spend the
things He has lent unto us. Most of the time we presume that we have earned the increase by ourselves, and proudly bite the hand that blesses. I wonder if this is still a teachable and rational nation? Can we learn what the chastisement and curse of God looks like? Can we repent, and understand grace for what grace is? Or shall we keep our heads exalted, and fall like many previous nations? No, we should watch where our feet are going and set our affections on the things that will not pass away. Come what may, we need to more than simply regard Him who holds ALL in His care. We need to know and love Him, and trust His judgments and providence with all our hearts.


A poetry corner yes indeed!
But would you prefer a different nook? ;

Like a naughty corner, for kind words you did not heed… Or “go to the corner” for that sassy back-talk look!…?

Nonsense.. [ nonsense]…, all folk must prefer,
the corner in which noses can breathe, and wishes you can hear!


Join us at the poetry corner, It is our goal
to delight;
And we will never ever leave you there,
For more than a night! [-:

Critics Corner
The intelligent and hopefully inspired critique of various entertainment mediums...

This go around we are reviewing the movie FIREPROOF
This movie comes from the same brother duo who brought you Facing the Giants and Flywheel. The experience of making and distributing their first two feature length films obviously shows in the marked improvement of Fireproof. Not only is the production value on par with anything Hollywood produces, it is also genuinely funny, intense, nerve-racking and believable at the same time. This movie inspires strong reaction, whether you agree with it's premise or not. Fireproof tackles a difficult but timely subject relevant anywhere, anytime to anyone, in a realistic manner. Kirk Cameron does a wonderful job of portraying fire Capt. Caleb Holt, who is watching his marriage crumble around him with apathy. Find out what happens when his dad challenges him to do the Love Dare before it's too late. This film is guaranteed to get some laughs and tears out of you, but better yet it will make you think about how we treat each other.