A Toast

April 25th, 2008

To absent friends, in memory still bright.

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Laughed At

April 21st, 2008

Last week I had an interesting conversation.

I was told that my current project was sufficient to graduate (once filled out far more than the current paper).

I was told my current paper will be really hard to write .

I was told it should be a really good paper.

I would need two projects like this if I wanted to go into acedemia.

And my favorite part, my hoped for graduation date was laughed at.

Standing Firm

March 18th, 2008

The question was:

What has allowed you to stand firm in your faith in Christ during your time in grad school, college, or both?

Why am I asking this question? Because so many people who enter higher education professing Christ are swept away from their beliefs. I want to know more about the flip side.

And this is my response. I post it here because some people wanted to reference it.


I think there is a large factor of self determination that happens when people enter college. They must now choose to go to church, whereas before if they were coming from a Christian family they would have had to choose not to go to church. So in effect is part of the issue that they are freed from family and social pressures for the first time?Second, to what extent does the person’s upbringing and understanding of the relationship between God and nature affect the pulling away? Will a person when confronted with ideas, theories, and systems take a literalistic-infallible approach or realize that all truth comes from God. That is, in their studies, will they see God or see an absence of God? I fear than many of the people you are referring to come from backgrounds that will put them in opposition to observation and well founded theories. This leaves them three choices: reject one, reject the other, or form a more complex understanding of the world and God’s action in it than they were brought up with. I know people in gradIV that have each chosen differently from those options.

Speaking for myself, I can say that higher education has forced me to reconcile many things I’ve learned with the often naive or misinformed opinions I had. However, although I grew up in a PCA church (and PCA is know for being rather conservative), I had parents who were quite ecumenical. I think having been exposed to several flavors of Christianity (I was confirmed in a Lutheran church, I went to a Catholic high school, most major days in the church calendar we went to an Episcopal church (i.e. Easter Vigil, the Christ Mass, etc)) kept me flexible enough that I could approach learning from a stand point of recognizing and appreciating God’s work rather than a standpoint of trying to pit existing beliefs against what I was being exposed to and seeing which one came out ahead.

So I guess my summary of this would be that people are not being brought up to appreciate that all truth comes from God. They have instilled in them a rigid belief that either must stand or crumble completely. The very process of learning about human nature, history, societies, persons, nature, math, etc should be some thing that churchs should prepare young people for.

We should not be like Joshua who, when approached by an angel of the Lord, could only think of two options: “Are you for us or for our enemies?”. The angel’s response was “neither”, but he carried a message of truth for Joshua. Let us not approach things as pitting our faith against the other, but recognize truth and the pursuit of truth no matter the source and be in wonder of God’s creation or despair at the results of the fall. The commander of the army of God was not for or against God’s chosen people. Let us not be so conceited (as Joshua was) as to assume that we are waging the important battles for God. Let us prepare young people for the truths they will encounter and to love and be humble.

Maybe then, maybe if we don’t draw battle lines but love those who persecute us, maybe if we really seek truth and not just affirmation of what we believe, maybe if we learn humility, maybe if we learn to question ourselves and learn discernment (Jesus was constantly tweaking the beliefs of the Pharisees (who seem to have so much in common with certain approaches to Christianity)), we can grow in our faith and train and encourage those younger (no matter their stage of learning) to become mature and complete. And perhaps without forming a battle, their faith won’t be on the line when they hit college.

Sitting on the edge of the world

March 11th, 2008

There are many nice things about beaches and many things I miss about them.

Especially on nights like this.

Ok, one beach in particular.

The ferry  comes and goes,  comes and goes.

Occasionally a train thunders past.

Dusk casts the embers of the grill into glowing relief.

The breeze gets colder.

Kites are put away.

Stillness settles the park.

The light is almost gone now.

The chill of the breeze seeps into your bones, oblivious to your coats.

The lapping of the waves is synchronized with your tears.

Because you had no where to go but to the edge of the world.

And there sit.

A meaningless refrain

March 11th, 2008

This is out of context and will not be explained further on such a forum as this. But somewhere public, I have to say that hearing the same refrain from many over a many years does not make it true. Nor does it make it false, but please, it’s worse than a platitude. Available data doesn’t seem to support the refrain. And from some, it borders on hypocritical. And considering where this blog appears in Google if you search for “anti-hypocrisy club”…

Those that always listen

March 8th, 2008

I very occasionally these days have opportunity to talk to someone or another who listens.  No judging, little interrupting, and willing to hear about anything.  It’s nice to be able to tell someone else everything that is good, everything that is bad, and everything that mixed and confused.  Without fear you can talk about it all.  Knowing they will keep it in full confidence…  because they can’t speak yet and their understanding of language is still extremely limited and they will forget it all once another car drives by.

As an aside, these people make excellent dance partners because you will *never* step on their feet, and they’ll always have a good time and overlook your attempts to remember which ways you can turn given the foot you have to start the next step with.

I can see what I’ve begun

February 17th, 2008

I pick up the principles of magnetic resonance imaging book proffered semi-humorously, semi-seriously for my reading until the rest of the people arrive and start skimming it.  I glance up, she hasn’t started her reading like she said she was going to.  The laptop speakers emit something resembling “The Tower”.  She sits, not moving, head in hands, staring at the screen with a reflective look in her eyes.  The track concludes.

The same voice starts in again: “inside the labyrinth walls there lies a tiny child who sleeps alone”.  She continues to sit and not move and stare at nothing.

“She’s beautiful” she comments before checking the tour schedule.

Imposition of Ashes

February 7th, 2008

“Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return”

For many of the years I can remember I’ve taken this as a benediction of sorts.  A reminder of the blessing of a beginning,  assurance of an end, and the middle left open.  Dust, our necessary humility, at both ends of our lives, the middle carved out in the dust by God’s power.  Our incarnate state existing by no power of our own, yet left open to us to fill.

Yesterday though, as ashes traced a rough cross, I couldn’t help but think “Well duh!”.  Yes, the words speak of life and death, but the rite is one of mourning.  Mourning is is hard and these is much to mourn about.  Instead of hearing a benediction, I heard “remember: mourn loss, mourn the brokenness of the world, mourn your brokenness”.  As every day I have to go through modern rituals to deal with my brokenness, I wondered how I could forget that I am dust.  I wondered how when grieving I could forget.

Imperfection, grief, brokenness, pain, hopelessness, sin, despair…  They don’t wash off like ashes.   So remember?  How could I forget?

Contradiction: another of the “healthy habits for life”

January 23rd, 2008

A magnet came in my bag of oranges.   The magnet said “Limes - good for you and help you grow up big and strong!” and had a picture of Big Bird.  The wrapper the magnet came in said “Not suitable for children”.

Deferred

January 10th, 2008

Another semester is about to start and I haven’t bothered checking grades for last semester.  Why?  Well, I will have one grade for one class and it is always the same: “Deferred”.   This always seemed appropriate to me.  What more appropriate grade to give one than one that matches one’s life?

I realize this is a lame post, but I am officially out of wit and pretty much anything positive.  The song playing right now is “The Boy Who Stopped the World” by Aaron Sprinkle.  There’s some connection there.  Whatever.  I give in.