Archive for April, 2005

So this is where I belong!

According to this quiz, I belong in:

1: Baptist (Reformed/Particular/Calvinistic) (100%)
2: Congregational/United Church of Christ (88%)
3: Lutheran (80%)
4: Presbyterian/Reformed (80%)
5: Anglican/Episcopal/Church of England (78%)
6: Church of Christ/Campbellite (78%)
7: Methodist/Wesleyan/Nazarene (72%)
8: Baptist (non-Calvinistic)/Plymouth Brethren/Fundamentalist (64%)
9: Pentecostal/Charismatic/Assemblies of God (61%)
10: Eastern Orthodox (60%)
11: Anabaptist (Mennonite/Quaker etc.) (45%)
12: Roman Catholic (44%)
13: Seventh-Day Adventist (41%)

Which is really a shame, because I’ve never had the desire to be a Baptist. For crying out loud, I said infant baptism, people!

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DSL and monkey wrenches.

My DSL is being wonky again tonight, disconnecting and re-connecting seemingly at random. This is not a pleasant experience of technology working in my favour. And here’s a question for the ages: why can’t Blogger perform a background publish and save me the trouble of having to sit around and watch a page refresh for twenty minutes? Just wondering.

This is for Kevin: I’m listening to the Foo Fighters right now. “Monkey Wrench” from the always-angsty “The Colour and the Shape”. I like this song, in its own sort of barbaric, chaotic way.

Today was an unbelievably busy day at work. I was busy from the moment I got in at 7:30am till the time I left at 5:30. Which is just crazy talk - 10 hours of hopping. I’m taking a well-deserved break to do the laundry at home. And update my blog.

Also notice that I included a handy-dandy picture of me on the sidebar, because all the kids seem to be doing it nowadays.

And, finally, if you’re looking for something to, check out my photoblog on the side, there, because it’s got a pretty good photostory on it. Including a freezer that doesn’t freeze, yet contains ice cream. I kid you not.

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Other people say things better than I do.

I found these in different places. You might want to take a gander, tell me if you disagree, be shocked. Whatever

Be positive, joyous, world-affirming; cherish great friendships, delicious alcohol, exotic marital sex, scenic locations, vanguard teenagers and red-hot music; sad-sack Christianity is oxymoronic - and moronic. Jesus reserved his harshest criticism not for harlots but for pharisees. - P. Andrew Sandlin

As I read the Bible I find in it a quite unique interpretation of universal history, and therefore, a unique understanding of the human person as a responsible actor in history. You Christian missionaries have talked of the Bible as if it were simply another book of religion. - Badrinath (Hindu Scholar)

Reason is always a kind of brute force; those who appeal to the head rather than the heart, however pallid and polite, are necessarily men of violence. We speak of ‘touching’ a man’s heart, but we can do nothing to his head but hit it. - C.S. Lewis

You want to mess up the minds of your children? Here’s how - guaranteed! Rear them in a legalistic, tight context of external religion, where performance is more important than reality. Fake your faith. Sneak around and pretend your spirituality. Train your children to do the same. Embrace a long list of do’s and don’ts publicly but hypocritically practice them privately . . . yet never own up to the fact that its hypocrisy. Act one way but live another. And you can count on it - emotional and spiritual damage will occur. - Chuck Swindoll

Tolerance is the virtue of those who don’t believe anything. - C.K. Chesterton

The Bible was written not to satisfy your curiosity but to help you conform to Christ’s image. Not to make you a smarter sinner but to make you like the Saviour. Not to fill your head with a collection of biblical facts but to transform your life. - Howard G. Hendricks

Pray with your intelligence. Bring things to God that you have thought out and think them out again with Him. That is the secret of good judgment. Repeatedly place your pet opinions and prejudices before God. He will surprise you by showing you that the best of them need refining and some the purification of destruction. - Charles H. Brent

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Speaking with tongues.

To paraphrase Solomon, there’s a time to speak, and a time to shut the hell up. Proverbs, always full of stuff like this, say, “A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. The tongue of the wise uses knowledge rightly, but the mouth of fools pours forth foolishness.” Even James said his piece. “All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.”

That’s the human race for you. So few words causing so very many problems.

It’s like throwing a rock into a lake. Maybe the impact of the stone isn’t that serious. But the ripples that spread outward, and they affect such a huge area it’s hard to even imagine.

I’ve seen it time and time again. I’ve done it time and time again. Some stupid words, a bad mood, sarcasm. And suddenly a world of problems open up in front of you, and you wonder how they got there.

You wonder, but you always know. It’s your dumb words, or your stupid attitude, or your ridiculous knee-jerk reactions. And it’s easy to lie to yourself and tell yourself that they don’t like you because they’re all idiots anyways. They’ve got systemic faults. They’re the ones with the stupid positions and ideas. You’re an innocent victim, a martyr.

Of course, the implications are obvious. I don’t need to spell them out.

On a totally unrelated note, a quote.

“You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” - Anne Lammot

There you have it.

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Oh. We forgot someone.

I eggregiously forgot to mention a certain person in my last post.

*slaps self*

Geof, current maintainer of the .net, is the bomb shizzle. You hear that, people? The BOMB SHIZZLE!

Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Because you asked.

Well, as it happens, I haven’t updated for a while. But I have been thinking a few things while not updating. Some of them are interesting, some mundane. And depending on who you are, you’ll find different bits those things and more.

So, some of you have been asking how I’ve been doing. And the answer is - quite well, thank you. The hard times have died down a bit, although there are days I feel lonely and, frankly, desparate, I’m keeping busy and I’m still surrounded by friends, whether they’re from Toronto, Mississauga, Texas, Ohio, or Nashvegas. Also, the music is great. I haven’t written as many songs as I have lately in a long, long time. And no, they’re not all forlorn lovesongs. Those just happen to be the good ones.

I’ve read quite a few books lately. Ones you should pick up are “State of Fear” by Michael Crichton (a devastating, stunning treatise on global warming and the culture of fear wrapped in fiction); Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay (high fantasy of the most distinguished sort - you really can’t go wrong with Guy); The Testament by John Grisham (a generally hit and miss author, but this one’s absolutely brillian); Sunstorm by Athur C. Clarke and Steven Baxter (this one’s going to be a science-fiction classic… it has all the markings); and Spin by Robert Charles Wilson (the author of Blind Lake, among others; an uneven book, but the premise and the ending are interesting). Right now I’m reading The Risen Empire by Scott Westerfeld, a novel about interstellar politics, neural networks, death as an agent of progress, and how all these things might mesh together. Sort of a cyberpunk meets space opera deal. I’ll tell you how this works out for me.

I’ve been thinking about blogging lately, and so has Jeremy Huggins, in a lecture given at Covenant College. It’s interesting the things that he brings up, from the bloggers driving the church toward a more participatory function, to the blogosphere becoming a compliment to and even replacement for traditional media. Also, some of the points he makes about what sort of community bloggers inhabit are cogent, and leave me nodding my head.

One of the points he makes that I think is terribly interesting is the change in culture - again, driven by bloggers - from a behind-closed-doors, analyst-driven, pivacy culture to a cathartic though-sharing culture. It’s an interesting thought. And it illustrates the divide that technology creates between generations, now, more than in the past. Most parents can’t understand why their children want to blog - generalization, I know, but true as far as I can tell. Why post your thoughts on the internet? Why let people know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling? Aren’t you supposed to keep those things to yourself, ponder over them in private, and come to some sort of conclusion with the help of a few close friend, maybe, sometimes?

I don’t know. It sure doesn’t sound like that’s the way it should be. I mean, back in the day when people used to live in small tribes and villages, information sharing was an essential part of existance - you worked together, or you died together. If one person had a problem, the whole tribe had a problem. That something, I think, that’s been lost over the centuries - the fact that we live in community. And though I’ve been part of some crappy and some good communities, the fact is that it’s essential to our wellbeing as humans. Bloggers, I think, recognize that; it’s got to be at least part of the reason for having a blog. But bloggers have to realize that their community is largely artificial, too, much like people that go to church once a week and smile with eachother about trivialities. What’s the difference? A community can’t be bases on deceit, or even on neglect.

Like, when I post something here, you’re seeing what I choose for you to see. Let’s be honest with eachother - this is not an internal monologue. It’s an external, filtered lifelogue, if there is such a word. And you don’t see what I don’t want you to see, unless you’re an extremely talented empath. Of course, I may never lie to you on this blog. I may, however, neglect to say things about myself. Maybe I’ll delete a passage because I know it might offend some who read. Maybe I tailor what I write to the people that read. Who knows? You certainly don’t.

In that sense, I think the community blogging creates is artificial. I’d much rather see a community build around an existing community. For instance, if you have a message board build around a theme where like-minded people gather, meet eachother, and generally get to know eachother in a very real sense - build a network of blogs around that. It compliments the existing structure. You could do it with your church. Or your group of friends.

Take the Rumor Forum. I know a lot of people on there from talking to them on the boards, instant messaging them, and even talking to them on the phone. And at the next big .net meeting, I’m going to be there, and I’m going to meet these people face to face. I don’t think I’m going to be in for any real suprises. But you know what the strange thing is? I really do care about these people. Really. There are people who live in Ohio and Nashville and Memphis that I feel closer to than most of the people in my very own church. You might think that sad - but it the reality of an age where people are as connected as we are today. When these people go through stuff in their lives, I pray for them. I feel their pain.

I ask myself the question a lot: why? Why is it that I can feel kinship with people that are 500 kilometers away from me? Is it because I’m some kind of internet loser? No. Tonnes of people have this same feeling. Is it because it’s easy, and I can diconnect whenever I feel like it? I don’t think so - why would I spend time thinking about them when I’m not online? Is it because we mostly have common interests that draw us together? Sometimes - and that’s a good starting place, but it’s not enough.

It’s all very interesting. I don’t know the answers. But I guess that time and the progression of technology will eventually hold them. At least in hindsight.

Back to the idea that bloggers like to participate. I’m playing hand drums and percussion at a good Pentacostal church tomorrow morning. I love doing that, not for any glory of my own, or even the rush of playing - my motive is, I think, that it makes me feel plugged in to something bigger than I am, in a way that merely singing hymns and listening to a sermon, frankly, do not. Call it postmodern of me if you will, but I have talents and gifts, and I must excersize them in some capacity. So I get out of my circles to do it. And it’s good. I think the next big challenge for my church is going to be keeping the youth; but not the way it used to be - keeping them from running with the wrong circles, and keeping them from being pre-occupied with earth. It’ll be more of youth feeling disenchanted with the fact that the church exists with or without them. Right now, someone saying “it wouldn’t be the same without you” is merely lip service, even if it’s cosmetically a truism. I think what the Blogculture is going to want is a church that is emphatically not the same without them - they’re investing in the structure of the church, integrated into the core of its being, and invited to be and do what they can for it.

I once expressed these things to an elder of a church long ago. He though I was talking about recognition - the idea that my ego needs to be fed by the church. In retrospect, that kind of thinking is a tragic mistake. I don’t want my ego fed, dammit! That’s the last thing I want, and most certainly the last thing I need. What I, and others of my generation are looking for is primarity belonging, and a sense of being needed is one facet of that desire that manifests itself primarity before any others. It’s the idea that any social structure is partly the sum of its members - and the church, although ordained by God and called to be in community, is exactly that. A social structure. It has a base of commonalities that exist through the ages, but at the end of the day, churches now don’t resemble churches then simply because the society and people have changed. And that’s not wrong - it’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

Part of the church’s mandate (as a community, not as a social structure) is to meet people’s needs, and scripturally that means eachothers need first and foremost. The question, then, becomes, “How are we as a Church and as a community going to meet the needs of people who feel deeply committed to being involved?” And in my opinion, that’s going the be one of the critical questions in the coming decades - one that, in fact, far surpasses questions of doctrine and procedure. Simply because doctrine does not make good communities. Nor does procedure.

Now, after all that talking, a shift of gears. This week I bought a pink shirt. It is beautiful.

I would like to give a big shoutout to all my people: Laura, Nick, Kevin, Sarah, Lori, Jamie, Mary, _Steve, and of course, the Brotherhood of Mystery. Vampy and Roger - you all make the world go round. (In another age, I would have called you my homeboys. Thankfully, that age, and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, is long gone.)

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Songs, thirty-one poems, scattered photographs.

I’m listening to some songs right now that remind me of a lot of things. Goo Goo Doll’s “Iris”, MWS’s “Love of My Live”, assorted John Mayer, The Shins’ “Pink Bullets”.

I thought maybe the lack of contact would help. I was wrong. This is harder now than it was a month ago. No email for weeks. No church because of the weather. Just a bunch of songs, thirty-one poems, and scattered photographs.

Like the Shins said:

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.

Since then it’s been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkardly cast
That even I could be the star.

I don’t look back as much as a rule
And all this way before murder was cool
But your memory is here and I’d like it to stay
Warm light on a winter day.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

They said it best, I think. That is all.

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