Monday, December 8, 2008

"God's Bailout"


Justin pointed out this interesting article to me. If you'll click on the link you see the cover story of Monday's New York Times. The headline is Detroit Churches Pray for 'God's Bailout'. My first reaction was one of disgust that a church would resort to such cheesy publicity, seemingly to just attract attention. But upon further reflection, and after reading the article I've ever so slightly revised that opinion. In the spirit of Christian charity I think we should consider that in the midst of their saying
We support the bailout and will use every gimmick at our disposal to get it passed
they were really thinking,
Most of our congregation depends on the auto industry and we're very worried they're not going to make it.
They are certainly using every gimmick available to attract attention to their cause, and inviting the United Auto Workers and various Auto executives to speak at the event implies to me that they are a bit caught up in themselves. Still, giving them the benefit of the doubt, what is probably behind all the phony spirituality is a real concern for the community.

I doubt very much that God gives a whit for the United Auto Workers, the Automobile Industry, or the General Motors Corporation. But I know for a fact that he loves deeply and is terribly focused on every individual person who is effected by the troubling economic times. I just wish weren't so caught up in themselves that we always thought of God as 'The Great Economist/Politician in the sky'. He is more concerned with his people living in worship, whatever happens to their economic situation. And if the words of Jesus are to be trusted, True worship of God may be even easier when times are rough. "Blessed are the poor in spirit" and all that.

But even in the midst of SUV Altars and 'God's Bailout' there is light to be seen. To quote the article,
Bishop Ellis encouraged the congregation to pray, not that Congress would “do the right thing” and approve loaning money to the car companies, but that Detroiters would “make it” through these tough times.

I don't know the guy's heart, but his words are (at least a bit) on track with God's will for his people.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Projectile fun - stone age style!


After spending some time surfing the web I decided to try my hand at using a sling. Not a sling shot, mind you, but a David and Goliath kind of sling. www.slinging.org has a really cool site on the sport.
I decided to go with tennis balls for starters, on the theory that I'd be less likely to harm myself and others that way. Also, since there's a 25 foot tall cinder block wall by my place I thought if I slung against that I wouldn't have to run to retrieve them all the time.

Turns out it's very fun and relaxing, although I'm not very good at it. Still, I'm better than I expected. The first 4 or 5 throws I actually couldn't hit the wall from 20 paces (it's bigger than a barn too). But I got better and soon I was able to reliably hit about a 4 foot area most of the time (squirrels beware!).

Much to my consternation, however, when I picked up and threw the ball without the sling I found my throwing arm to not only be more accurate but a tad bit more powerful. What's the point of a sling if I can throw it farther with my bare hands? I think that the problem here was that the cord/rope I used was way too heavy. Most of the energy of my throwing arm was being transferred to swinging the weight of the cord and to helping the thick cord cut through the air. A thinner and lighter cord would enable this energy to be better transferred to the ball itself.

Anyway, here's a picture of my grip. My ring finger is through the loop on one end of the sling and my thumb/index finger holds (and releases) the other end. The knot makes it easier to grip as well as gives a guide for how much to 'choke up' (so to speak) on the cord. I was using an overhand throw and only one partial revolution. The whole swinging it multiple times looks good in the movies, but it seems to me that when used for warfare and (especially) hunting one revolution is best. You might get more power with multiple revolutions but no animal or halfway competent soldier is going to stick around waiting for you to swing it around 3 or 4 times.
Now a bit of a history lesson. Much of this comes from the slinging.org site. They have a number of very informative articles here as well as a forum here. Another cool site is here. The origins of the sling are unknown since it was developed in prehistoric times and is made of materials that biodegrade easily. But it has been very important in warfare up until a little after the gun was invented. It even rivals the bow in some respects. In the hands of a master it is thought to have a range of around 300 yards, which is more than all but the more recent versions of the bow. Also, rocks in flight are harder to make out from the ground than arrows, so frequently soldiers would be struck by them unawares without being able to bring their shields to bear. And as Goliath can attest they are more than capable of penetrating a human skull. The terminal ballistics are even better when lead pellets are used in place of stones. The Greeks and Romans used some that were shaped like a football and since they hit point first and were denser than rock they penetrated very well. While I was in London I saw some cool ones in the British Museum. If I remember correctly the ones I saw were about 2" in diameter and maybe 3" long. They were inscribed with clever Greek sayings like 'duck' and 'take that.'
Another advantage over the bow was that slings were much cheaper and easier to make. Since they were more compact a soldier or hunter could easily carry a spare. They were a more natural fit for peasants than the bow because bows and arrows were expensive and rocks and cord were much more plentiful.
Their primary disadvantage is the steep learning curve required. True mastery required learning it at a very early age. The bow, on the other hand, could be learned much quicker. And battlefield tactics of the time required only massed fire on enemy formations - not precise accuracy. Even an inexperienced peasant with a modicum of training could hit a group of men from 100 yards away provided he had enough upper body strength. As the world moved away from an agrarian economy (where shepherds had time to learn the sling) to a more urban and industrialized structure (where bows could be made quicker than in antiquity) the sling fell out of favor in place of the bow. It seems to me that this transition was less because of stopping power and more a factor of the skill being lost as society changed. The arrow does have significant more penetration capacity through armor, but lead pellets from a sling are more than capable of shattering armor and have a greater range than the arrow. Here is a Discovery Channel piece that makes the argument that the Spaniard victory over the Aztecs was not due to superior firepower, but in fact was due to plague.
There are still people nowadays who are very skilled with the sling. Shepherds in North Africa and South America use them to hunt and to direct their flock's movements from afar (they hit the ground in front of a wayward sheep). And there are a number of elders among the Navajos, Apaches, Comanches and other Native American tribes who are still deadly with a sling. An interesting video is here. A 60 (or so) year old man who learned how to sling from a Comanche can throw with enough force to shatter granite stones.
Anyway, I hope this post isn't too long. I need to go to bed. I'll keep you posted on my progress with this new hobby.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Roadkill, the tasty way

My friend Sam made a cake that I think all of you should see. I can take no credit for it - him and a few friends put it together for a Halloween party, but it's so precious that you just have to see.
















Isn't he cute?

Oh Happy Day!

I just went to the CoinStar machine to cash in the change I had in my car's center console. It was about enough to fill a large freezer bag. I thought it would be about $20-30, but it was $68.22!!! Isn't that amazing! And the best part is that when I got back to my car I found a quarter on my seat that I had left behind. That's like one sixth of a Dr. Pepper!

I think that the $60 may be enough to buy the rest of the accessories for the muzzle loader I'll be buying soon (primers, a powder measure, bullets, cleaning patches...). My friend Sam and I will be trying our hands at the blackpowder blacktail season in a few weeks. I'll keep you posted. And just so you know, Mom, I'll take every precaution to make sure I don't blow myself up.

Friday, November 7, 2008

I'm a bad blogger!

Okay, so I haven't posted for a while. Sue me. Actually don't sue me because lawyers are expensive and it wouldn't be worth it for you.

I plan on posting something more substantial soon. I'm taking a class on "Native American History and Mission" at George Fox Seminary that has been very enlightening. I plan on sharing some of my thoughts on this. Stay tuned!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Britney

I heard a song this morning that really struck home. Bebo Norman wrote a song to Britney Spears. He apologizes to her for all the things that our society has done to her. I have to admit that I never really thought of it this way, but I think he's right. I've never bought one of her albums and I don't read gossip magazines, but how many times have I made a snide comment about her not being a real musician?

The only reason she thought she could make it on her body instead of her music is because our society told her that she could. She learned from puberty that it's a good thing to do stupid things so that people pay attention to you. Many people believe this as children but most of them are weaned out of it by good socialization. We kept feeding it to her and then when it reached it's logical conclusion we decided to point and laugh. I actually felt a little ashamed typing her name because it has become synonymous in my mind with media hype and fluff. But the people who love her still call her by that name and it's a part of her identity - the identity of a real person, not just a celebrity. Anyway, here's the lyrics and if you click on Britney's name above you can see a tribute video on You-Tube.

BRITNEY Lyrics
Bebo Norman

Britney, I’m sorry for the lies we told
We took you into our arms and then left you cold
Britney I’m sorry for this cruel cruel world
We sell the beauty but destroy the girl

Britney I’m sorry for your broken heart
We stood aside and watched you fall apart
I’m sorry we told you fame would fill you up
And money moves the man so drink the cup

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back for you
Yes coming back for you

Britney I’m sorry for the stones we throw
We tear you down just so we can watch the show
Britney I’m sorry for the words we say
We point the finger as you fall from grace

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
And I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But i can see it coming back for you

Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah

Britney, I do believe that love has come here for the broken
Here for the ones like us

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
And I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
I can see it coming back for you

Its coming back for you… yeah
(repeat)

Monday, September 1, 2008

Surfing is fun!

Despite my fear of sharks I braved the waters of Westport Washington on Sunday and had a blast. Turns out surfing is actually very fun. I went with Scott and Shannon and Scott's brother Bryan. Things I was surprised by, in no particular order:

Most of my time was not spent surfing - it was spent trying to get myself and my board far enough out there where the waves were breaking. Most everyone else seemed to be in a similar situation, so I guess this is normal.

I stood up and rode a wave once for about 3-4 seconds before falling over. Shannon saw me, so I have proof. Yay!

The Pacific Ocean at Westport in September is actually pretty comfy with a wetsuit on.

When you're having fun you hardly ever think about shark attacks, even while doing your best impression of a wounded seal.

Westport has smaller waves than most of the surfing beaches in California and Hawaii, but the currents are more difficult to deal with. According to Scott and Bryan, "Big Al" Perlee (the owner of the Westport Surf Shop) says that if you can surf here you can surf anywhere.

I never once heard the phrase 'take it easy brah' or the words stoked, gnarly, or radical.

If you have a big enough board (I didn't at first until I traded) it's not incredibly hard to catch a wave.

Getting saltwater up your nose/ear/throat/left lung is very unpleasant but happens with some frequency.

It's very different from wakeboarding, mainly because of the way you get up and because the currents are very unpredictable when you don't know how to read the waves.

Even though the water was very crowded and I didn't know the proper etiquette I never had anyone call me a 'yuppie tourist' or scream at me to get off his wave.

When you surf 50 yards away from a jetty the current will gradually pull you closer to the rocks, making it so that you can't swim away and have to make landfall, thereby scratching up your feet pretty bad.

It really sucks to scramble 100 yards to shore over the rocks on a jetty with bleeding feet while carrying a surfboard.

Once you get back in the water the saltwater cleans your wounds and it's not a big deal.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Community With no Distinction

I was browsing through a number of old sermons at my church a while ago and was saddened by one of the comments that was posted to it. The sermon was about how God's presence in our lives can change the ordinary into the extraordinary. I haven't yet listened to the whole sermon, but what I have listened to was very good.

There were two comments to this sermon. One comment was from a woman who was very touched by the sermon - brought to tears even. The other comment was simply one Bible verse, given with no explanation at all.

I Timothy 2:11-13
11Let a woman learn in silence with full submission. 12I permit no woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she is to keep silent. 13For Adam was formed first, then Eve...

You see, this was the first time that Imago Dei had a female preacher. This verse was quoted with no other explanation, argument, or offer for discussion. There was no attempt at dialogue or understanding. There certainly wasn't anything related to the actual content of the message.

I don't understand why people do this. What is so challenging about a woman telling a group of believers about her mission trip to the Sudan? I don't share this guy's view on women in ministry, but even if I did what possible benefit is gained by doing this? Even if I grant his view that women shouldn't speak in public that doesn't mean that this woman's message doesn't have value. It doesn't mean that you can simply dismiss her. God uses broken and messed up people to convey his Word to the world. Even if Heather Thomas' preaching in front of my church was somehow an abomination it doesn't mean that what she said doesn't have value.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that he doesn't even comment on what she had to say. For all we know he didn't even go to the service or listen to it online. He dismissed her without even addressing the thing she had come to say.

But the pastor I had in Seattle recently preached another sermon on this subject. Not the subject of women in ministry, but on how we dismiss people without even giving them a fair shake. Speaking on James 2:1-7 he discusses the vision of a 'community with no distinction'.

Richard Dahlstrom argues that if we are to be genuine witnesses and followers of Christ we need to be looking for opportunities to cross over into relationship with people we are uncomfortable with. We will never be challenged to go further into the love of Christ if we only spend our time listening to people who are just like us. But it's so easy, when listening to someone you disagree with, to only listen long enough to put them in a category. Then, once you've judged them as belonging to this category you are free to dismiss their viewpoint. The tragedy is that someone who continually uses this methodology will never learn anything. He or she will just have the attitudes they already have more and more reinforced. It's certainly much safer to live making 'distinctions among yourselves, and become(ing) judges with evil thoughts.' But we are not called to safety; we are called to radical community guided by the spirit of Christ in our hearts.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

The Dark Knight

I just saw Batman last night and it was very good. There was one scene especially that really struck me. If you haven't seen the movie yet then go see it before you read this post. It's a great movie, but if you read this first it will spoil a major plot point.

There's one point in the movie where the Joker rigs two ferries up with explosives - a ferry full of prisoners and one full of normal people. Both ferries are dead in the water and unable to off-load passengers. Both ferries also have a detonator, but it's a detonator for the other ferry. If the passengers of either ferry push the button to detonate the other ferry then they will survive. But if neither of the ferries pushes the button then the Joker will blow them both up in 15 minutes.

I want to focus for a moment on the prisoner's ferry. When faced with this choice I envisioned basically two scenarios. First, the prisoners would fight to gain control of the ship and the guards would heroically fight them off to prevent them from getting to the remote detonator. Second, the guards and prisoners would do the same thing, but at some point one of the guards would realize he doesn't want to die and push the button anyway.

The scenario as it ends up playing out has a third option that I'm ashamed to say I didn't even think of. There's a scene where the head prison guard is looking at the detonator among the prisoners, anguishing over the decision. You can tell that he doesn't know what to do, but that he just may push the button. At this point one of the scariest looking criminals comes up to him and offers to 'do what you are afraid to do.' He has killed men and knows what killing men is like. Therefore he can do what the guard wants to do but can't bring himself to do. He says to the guard "I'll do what you should have done 15 minutes ago." The guard gives him the detonator and I lose a little bit of faith in humanity. But then the prisoner surprises everyone by throwing the detonator out the window and I gain that faith back.

He did exactly what the guards should have done 15 minutes ago. And this option never crossed my mind. Even in the scenario where the guards were heroically defending the detonator from the prisoners I think that, placing myself in the shoes of one of the guards, I would have wanted to at least have the option to push the button when it really came down to it. Actions of self-defense are always choosing someone else's death over your own. Some of these scenarios may be more cut-and-dry than this, but it's still basically the same thing - 'I don't want to die, so you will instead.' It's a totally different mindset when the option of violence is ENTIRELY taken off the table. Maybe those loopy pacifists have something there.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Echo-Friendly



I heard an announcer on the radio today mention a product being 'eco-friendly.' This would be fine except that he pronounced it as if it was spelled 'echo-friendly.' Quick tip for those who make their living pronouncing things correctly: 'eco-friendly' means you use cloth bags at the grocery store and keep track of your carbon emissions - 'echo-friendly' is just an odd way of saying you have good sonar.

Okay, rant mode off - you can go about your business.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

White Trash?

What is it that makes a person white trash? Is it a simple equation involving the amount of blue tarps you own divided by the number of years you’ve completed in school? Is it something more? I may be unusual in this, but to me the term has a very positive connotation. It brings up memories of pheasant hunts, pig-roasts, fishing trips, .22 rifles, and drinking beer from cans. My definition of the term ‘white trash’ is undoubtedly more influenced by these memories than by any amount of time spent in trailer parks or shopping at Wal-Mart.

On my way to church a few weeks ago I saw a man walking across the bridge from Washington into Oregon carrying a plastic garbage bag full of aluminum cans. Now that’s white trash! Journeying from the wilds of Vancouver to the land of the $.05 refund, carrying your wares on your back! I see such a thing and have a tendency to glamorize. But you can almost guarantee that there’s no thrill in it for him. That degree of trashiness requires more dedication than I’m willing to put forth.

By contrast, when I go out shooting I make sure to have something cool to listen to on my MP3 player. I may bring along my Ruger 10/22 (a definite white trash kind of rifle) and a bunch of homemade targets, but I’ll be coming home to a condo with white carpets and a cat who’s afraid of squirrels. I make my own wine, but I use high quality ingredients and good equipment (copper tubing and whiskey stills not being in evidence). I like songs like “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle because they’re edgy and talk about moonshine, but I listen to them on my $1,000 laptop while my roommate watches golf on TV.

Monday through Friday I work at a good job as a bookstore manager but I spent my summers as a kid shooting at crows and squirrels with a slinghot. I have a double major in Philosophy and Political Science but I like to go out to the forest service roads East of Hockinson and shoot golf balls.

So is it okay for me to appropriate a phrase like ‘white trash’ and make it my own? Maybe it’s all right if it’s more of a goal than an actual description. Consider this post my first step in furthering this goal. Am I allowed to call myself ‘white trash’ without degrading the meaning of the term? Maybe on the weekends. Anything else would require too much commitment.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Living Sacramentally

One of my goals for this blog is to express the specifics of my belief in Christ in the hopes that my understanding of him would be helpful for others, both believers and nonbelievers. But for a while now I’ve obsessed about how exactly to go about doing this. I’ve been putting it off because I don’t know how to begin. It has sometimes seemed so egotistical – this idea that I can somehow preach truth into other’s lives when I don’t have things figured out myself. But while listening to the sermon today and in my morning devotionals I had the Holy Spirit impress on my heart that it’s time.

Heather Thomas spoke today at my church on I Corinthians 12:1-11. There were two things she shared that especially stuck with me. “Now to each one the manifestation of the Spirit is given for the common good.” (v. 7) She put this forward as Paul’s explanation of the purpose for our gifts. In giving us these gifts God’s purpose is that we use them for the good of the whole community – to build up the Church as well as humanity at large. Just as Abraham we are blessed to be a blessing, chosen not because of our good graces but because of the part we are to play in expanding the fellowship of Christ and the joy of being one with the Triune God. (I John 1: 1-4) I pray that in my postings here I will do this – that through the Holy Spirit I may draw others into community with the God who exists in triune community.

The other word from the sermon that struck my heart was a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Dragonflies Draw Flame

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme; 
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells 
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's 
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; 
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: 
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; 
Selves--goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, 
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came. 
Í say móre: the just man justices; 
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces; 
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is--
Chríst--for Christ plays in ten thousand places, 
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his 
To the Father through the features of men's faces.


This poem was very influential for me during my first couple of years at SPU. It reminded me of the presence of God that can be felt in everyday things. Worship is not just something that happens on Sunday with acoustic guitars in the background. Worship is an attitude of the heart towards God. Because of God’s presence in creation it is possible for us to worship God in everything that we do. When we are in this world doing everyday things, if they are done with the correct attitude towards God they can be worshipful acts. This devotional attitude is not just for later in heaven. We are to start on the process of living worshipfully in the here and now.

It seems like a tough bill. I know I don't usually live my life in worship of God. The characteristics of God (all forgiving, all loving, perfectly just) seem so separate from the traits of humanity. But I think we have some help here. I believe that Jesus was (and is) both God and Man. And if we really believe that the traits of God as well as the fullness of humanity were united in Christ then the unity of God and man becomes possible in our lives. Jesus Christ can live through us by the working of the Holy Spirit. So to bring it all home I hope that my words on this screen will, in some small and still incomplete way, be the Words of Christ to you. I'm not perfect and it's likely that you aren't either, but we're getting there.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

So it begins

I’m starting this blog so that I can share the details of my life with my family, friends, and random strangers whom I otherwise wouldn’t meet. One of the things that frequently frustrates me is the difficulty of getting into conversations with people about the really important things in life. So many relationships in our culture are deep only in their superficiality. There are a number of areas in my life where I am trying to work out what I believe and what are the most morally responsible things to do. One of my goals with this blog is to throw some of these ideas out there so that others can comment. I think that truth is best discovered in community. If you spend too much time by yourself staring into a fire watching wax melt your ideas won’t be challenged and they will be wacky. So feel free to comment on the things I say and tell me where you think I’ve gone wrong. We might both learn something.


-Jeff