Melissa Orr's Weblog

Economics

Melissa Orr — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 02:22:50 +0000

“Only those who produce, not those who consume, can ever be anybody’s market.”
Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

How do you know

Melissa Orr — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:26:19 +0000

“The gift of tears is the mark of a noble soul.”
Morgan Llywelyn, Lion of Ireland

New Collection

Melissa Orr — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 18:54:59 +0000

I will be adding daily to my new jewelry collection called Noir on Etsy, so check in frequently.

www.somethingorrother.etsy.com

Joy

Melissa Orr — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 02:46:43 +0000

“…what I had felt…had also been desire, and only possession in so far as that kind of desire is itself desirable, is the fullest possession we can known on earth; or rather, because the very nature of joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting. There, to have is to want and to want is to have. Thus, the very moment when I longed to be so stabbed again [by joy], was itself again such a stabbing. The Desirable which had once alighted on [me] was now alighting on a particular moment of my past; and I would not recognize him there because, being an idolater and a formalist, I insisted that he ought to appear in the temple I had built him; not knowing that he cares only for temple building and not at all for temples built. Wordsworth, I believe, made this mistake all his life. I am sure that all that sense of the loss of vanished vision which fills The Prelude was itself vision of the same kind, if only he could have believed it.”

–C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

Selfishness vs. Self-centeredness

Melissa Orr — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 22:49:42 +0000

“The distinction is not unimportant. One of the happiest men and most pleasing companions I have ever known was intensely selfish. On the other hand I have known people capable of real sacrifice whose lives were nevertheless a misery to themselves and to others, because self-concern and self-pity filled all their thoughts. Either condition will destroy the soul in the end. But till the end, give me the man who takes the best of everything (even at my expense) and then talks of other things–rather than the man who serves me and talks of himself, and whose very kindnesses are a continual reproach, a continued demand for pity, gratitude, and admiration.”
–C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

Experience

Melissa Orr — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:06:14 +0000

“What I like best about experience is that it is such an honest thing. You may take any number of wrong turnings; but keep your eyes open and you will not be allowed to go very far before the warning signs appear. You may have deceived yourself, but experience is not trying to deceive you. The universe rings true wherever you fairly test it.”

-C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

The measure of distance

Melissa Orr — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 16:57:00 +0000

“The truest and most horrible claim made for modern transport is that it ‘annihilates space.’ It does. It annihilates one of the most glorious gifts we have been given. It is a vile inflation which lowers the value of distance, so that a modern boy travels a hundred miles with less sense of liberation and pilgrimage and adventure than his grandfather got from traveling ten. Of course if a man hates space and wants it to be annihilated, that is another matter. Why not creep into his coffin at once? There is little enough space there.”
–C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

Novelty

Melissa Orr — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 20:27:31 +0000

It would seem to me that all of humanity shares a common need, outisde those most obvious (food, shelter, water), which I find surprising. The need for novelty; which, following the fall in the garden, results in the propensity toward boredom. This need, and it’s consequential futility, can be seen everywhere I look. The thousands of ice-cream flavors. The shopping habits of females. The way a man will float from woman to woman. So often we are fully prepared to diagnose the problem…boredom. But I believe our best attempts at a cure are suppressive and denial. The real matter is people have an insatiable desire for novelty. It cannot be suppressed without negitive consequences. It cannot be blotted out. It cannot be denied. It cannot even be satisfied. Is this, then, an excuse for a woman to find fulfillment in a new blouse every week because she can’t find anything in her closet to wear, or a man to commit adultery against his wife because he was bored with her? Certainly not. These are symptoms of a deeper problem–a pure God-created need is not being met. Yes, I am suggesting this need for novelty was God’s design. So then, following in accordance with scripture which says all things are from Him and to Him and through Him, this insatiable need for novelty is from Him and must also be met in Him and through Him. An infinite God with glories and beauty and adventures unsearchable is the only true cure for our need. It is quite ironic to be given a need that cannot be met; which, in fact, works itself in a circle. However, the God who put it in us had a clear purpose that we should meet this need in Him alone. For, being eternal as He is, there is no end to Him. We will never encounter His finale. We can search Him forever more and be completely fulfilled (ironically) in our insatiable need for novelty. He is new and fresh every morning. So rather than subcoming to boredom and seeking novelty in all the wrong places, we can seek God and save ourselves from false satisfaction. The next time you find yourself wanting a next dress or a new woman, consider that perhaps you may be in need of a healthy helping of God’s newness.
In the words of C.S. Lewis, “further in and further up.”

Society

Melissa Orr — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 04:19:44 +0000

“Friendship has been by far the chief source of my happiness, acquaintance or general society has always meant little to me, and I cannot quite understand why a man should wish to know more people than he can make real friends of.”
-C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy

My Valentines

Melissa Orr — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 20:09:37 +0000

Truly I am blessed. I’m in awe of my three valentines…my husband and my two boys. I have received so much love– by way of affection, poetic words, service, teaching, sacrifice, even drawings–from my husband that my heart can barely hold it. And I was overcome, overwhelmed by my oldest son’s affection to me today. While putting them to bed in our nightly ritual, he clung to my neck and wouldn’t let me go. So I lay there for some time in his arms. My 4 year old boy, who hardly knows the meaning of Valentines, melted my heart. I will treasure it in my heart all my days. And sweetest little Daniel…I’m undone sometimes when he looks at me with his big eyes and says mama. Three valentines!