Thursday, August 31, 2006

Reproach

The response to my commentary on the DTR has been mixed. On the one hand there are those, sad bruised soldiers that they are, who seem to agree with my position. The responses of these individuals are not at all surprising, for they are the very people out of whom my views were built. Then of course there are those who champion the DTR. This is by no means a surprise for, as I already commented, in principle alone the DTR is very sound. I will freely and gladly concede the sound reasoning behind the DTR, for this is the very thing which makes the operation’s failings so oppressive. We are only disappointed because we first expect it to work. Yes, the DTR may indeed work and succeed in certain respects. No doubt it will effectively clamp and restrain a relationship from going where it ought not to go. It may even act as a spur and push people forward into commitment, marriage, children, mortgages and and other such directions. But can real and romantic love come out of such prudent calculations? To my mind love should move with all the speed and force of gravity, which is to say at no fixed of controlled rate what so ever. The DTR’s intrusion is simply mechanical beyond redemption. And so while the DTR may produce something, it is nothing I should wish to consume or be consumed by. That is why I redefined it ‘Destroying the Romance’ and not ‘Destroying the Relationship.’ For the two, quite sadly, are not one and the same.

Reproach
by DH Lawrence

Had I but known yesterday,
Helen, you could discharge the ache
Out of the cloud;
Had I known yesterday you could take
The turgid electric ache away,
Drink it up with your proud
White body, as lovely white lightning
Is drunk from an agonised sky by the earth,
I might have hated you, Helen.

But since my limbs gushed full of fire,
Since from out of my blood and bone
Poured a heavy flame
To you, earth of my atmosphere, stone
Of my steel, lovely white flint of desire,
You have no name.
Earth of my swaying atmosphere,
Substance of my inconstant breath,
I cannot but cleave to you.

Since you have drunken up the drear
Painful electric storm, and death
Is washed from the blue
Of my eyes, I see you beautiful.
You are strong and passive and beautiful,
I come like winds that uncertain hover;
But you
Are the earth I hover over.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Defining the Relationship

Oh the dreaded DTR! Yet another masochistic concept that only Christians would ever think of imposing on themselves. The basic premiss is solid: placing things out in the open, making one’s feelings, intentions and plans clear. However, like many other noble ideas, such as communism and nuclear armament, it fails to work out in practice. A more apropos definition for the DTR might be Destroying The Romance as this is all it ever seems to accomplished. How many casualty stories have I heard from friends? The carnage reeked is immeasurably beyond memory’s horizon. Yet can I name one victory claimed for the DTR? Sadly and assuredly the answer is no. So then why do we persist in this suicide dance? I know not. My only advise, crude and nondescript as it is, is to avoid the DTR like the plague. Advice, I am afraid, which few seem to heed. As for myself, I have personally redefined the DTR and made it my mantra: quite simply it means DON’T TALK RYAN! Truly there is a time and place to shut up. Even I know that.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Attack of the Killer Puppy

My dog Rooney is such a fighter. Nine weeks old and he can already whoop both our cats. Keeran, the one without claws, he just runs over; the poor thing doesn’t have a chance and runs away as fast as he can. As for the one with claws, Arlo, well the dog is more cautious with him. He will usual box at him with his front paws while he waits for a good opportunity to move in and take out the cat’s back legs. But sometimes he will just run in fearlessly, taking a clawing in the process as he overpowers the cat. He has so much fun bullying the cats; when they run away he looks so proud of himself. Sure, sometimes he comes away bleeding, but he doesn’t seem to care. You never hear him whine. Not a whimper.
When we first got the dog the cats tried their hardest to put him in his place and everyone figure Rooney would just learn to leave the cats alone and mind his business like our previous dog Winston. But three weeks later Rooney isn’t backing down and the cats are getting scared. He isn’t even as big as them yet. Wait until he is ten times their size, then they will be really terrified. He isn’t actually violent and he doesn’t try to hurt them. He just wants to play. But, like his namesake, he plays rough. Maybe someone needs to give my dog a red card?

Monday, August 21, 2006

The Sexist Chruch

This morning, while watching CNN, I came across a story which, quite frankly, has me ticked off to the max. The level of idiocy on the part of all parties concerned, including the media itself, is shameful. The end result is negative press for the church, a false and skewed representation of Christian values, and yet more fuel for the secularization fire.

Eighty-one year old Mary Lambert has been fired from her position as Sunday School teacher after 54 years of service at the First Baptist Church of Watertown New York. In her dismissal letter the church quoted 1 Timothy 2:12: "I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent." Now, first of all I think this is a clear misuse of scripture. I am not going to go into the passage here, but I will cover it in my other blog. All I want to discuss for now are the responses off all the parties involved.

The church itself has been folding to public pressure in a way which shows no real respect for the authority of scripture. First they make a bold and controversial statement. Then, when people begin to question their position, they back down, claiming that there are numerous ways to interpret scripture, none of them essentially wrong; a position which implicitly denies the divine authority of scripture (2 Timothy 3:16). God’s is NOT a relativist. Secondly the church is now claiming that Lambert was not fired because she is a woman, but rather for other reasons which they are too “Christian” to name. I have no problem with a church choosing not to publicly embarrass and chastise one of its members. However, this is no excuse for using scripture in vein, without any conviction. If the church does not believe that 1 Timothy 2:12 in fact excludes a woman from teaching Sunday School then they should not use it as a pretense for their actions. Doing so encourages an interpretation of scripture which the church itself has no conviction in.

Mary Lambert herself, in my opinion, has handled the situation in a less than admirable way. In taking this story to the press she has done the Church (notice the capitol “C”) a huge disservice. She very well may have been wronged, but in seeking to expose the mistakes of her church she has opened up the Church as a whole to criticism. Her actions show little thought or concern for the Body of Christ. This is not to say that she should have let the incident slide without comment, but a secular organization such as CNN is clearly not the proper Biblical agent for correction. Also, considering this woman aspires to be a teacher of God’s Word, it is disappointing that in all her comments to the media, she has done nothing to reaffirm the authority of Scripture or clarify why she believes the church’s use of 2 Timothy 2:12 is a misapplication of scripture.

I would like to thoroughly rebuke the Rev. Timothy LaBouf, pastor of the First Baptist Church of Watertown. For some reason I feel he is the most guilty party involved, perhaps simply because he is the church’s pastor and primary teacher of the Word. However, I have little to say about him because he has chosen to remain virtually silent amidst all the discussion, refusing to speak to CNN when contacted. This is a man who has made the study of scripture his profession, he has taken the task on leading a church upon his shoulders, but when the Word itself and his church come under attack he is no where to be seen. In addition to being a pastor, Timothy LaBouf is also a City Councilor. The only statements he has released so far have been in relation to his political interests, as he attempts to re-affirm his ability to administer fairly and without discrimination. In doing so he only makes himself seem weak and indecisive, while inadvertently providing the media with sound bites and quotes to help them transform this story into a broader discussion of the separation of church and state. LaBouf, in his hurried back peddling, has achieved little other than to reaffirm the belief that religious convictions must be maintained privately, unobtrusively, ineffectually, meaninglessly.

Finally I turn my attention to CNN. Most of my complaints against the coverage of the story can be firmly levied against the aforementioned parties. All of them, while Christians, have done little to defend the authority of God’s Word of shed any intelligent light upon the passage in question (1 Timothy 2:12). All they have accomplished is to convey the impression that scripture is a tool of convenience, to be used to support preexisting suppositions. However, CNN has made one choice in their coverage of the story which displays their disinterested in reaching a true understanding of the issue under discussion. Instead of consulting authoritative sources who might comment insightfully upon the meaning of the verse used in Lambert’s dismissal and its application in this particular situation, they have chosen instead in interview people on the street for their opinions. Let us look at the circular reasoning behind such an approach. Lay-people turn to news agencies such as CNN to inform them in an attempt to reach sound, well founded positions. When CNN uses the opinions of the average, uninformed citizen to inform the other uninformed citizens, essential we began to re-consume out own ignorance: intellectual cannibalism. An injection of content is needed, not self-perpetuating lay-saying. By no means do I wish to deny people their right to hold their own opinion, nor am I criticizing them for being ignorant and uninformed. They are only uninformed because the media refuses to inform them. How are they to know if they are not taught?

In all likelihood this will blow-over quickly enough and few will remember the story. However, this does not prevent people from taking away their own disinterred opinions and impressions. This is how people form a bias.

Friday, August 18, 2006



Thursday, August 17, 2006

To those select few who know what I was
up to tonight, all I have to say is this:

Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm,

for love is strong as death,
jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
the very flame of the LORD.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
all the wealth of his house,
he would be utterly despised.

Song of Solomon 8:6-7

Nerd Alert

So I saw a link for some nerd test on Matt's blog and decided to check it out. Matt scored a 62 on the test, meaning he is only slightly nerdy, which is a surprisingly low score (no offense Matt be you admitted it yourself). Anyway, I decided to take the nerd test and scored a 7, which means that not only am I certifiably un-nerdy, but there is a good chance I am actually cool! It also said that there is a chance I hate nerds, which is way bogus. Nerds are cool! But then again... that becomes kinda circular because if nerds are cool ... and I’m cool ... am I a nerd after all ...? Man, there has to be some kind of syllogism to help work this out... and does using the word ‘syllogism’ make me a nerd? a turbo cool nerd?

I am nerdier than 7% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

A Tribute to Marry Ann

Mary Ann is the name of the head receptionist at my optometrist's office and she is so nice and sweet and cute that I simply must give her a tribute page. It has been more than a year since I last went to the my eye doctor, yet somehow when i went in today she remembered me. Not only did she remember my name and pull my file immediately, but she also got me in to see the optometrist pronto. I shouldn’t have even bothered sitting down, the service was so VIP. When I was done with the eye exam she helped my to pick out a smashing brilliant pair of specs (at a very reasonable rice too) and then, when she noticed I was almost out of contact lenses she smuggled me a couple of sample pairs. (Shhhhhhh! don’t tell the doctor!) To cap it all off, when I got home I received a phone call from her to let me know that I forgotten my debit card there, but she promised to hold onto it for when I come in next. What a happy “accident”! Now I have an excuse to go back and visit my darling Mary Ann. Oh Mary Ann, why won’t you run off with me to paradise? We could find a desert island somewhere and live beneath the pacific sun. But alas, it would never work. We come from worlds to diverse and distant, and so we are forever set apart, tragically yet beautifully removed. If only I was a bit older and more mature, and if only you weren’t happily married with a mortgage and two children. Sigh...

Monday, August 14, 2006


Lately I have been trying to get better at doing my Bible Studies. Since I finished reading through the Good Book for the first time, which was about three months ago, I have been struggling in my attempts to make the Word part of my day to day life. I guess the problems is just lack of direction. Before it was simple, clear and systematic. I was just reading everything in order. Everyday I would pick up my Bible, turn to where I had left off, and simply read on. But now there is more too it. Reading alone isn’t enough, I’m supposed to “study”. Also, I have abandoned the idea of going at it in order, Old Testament through New. But then how do I choose which book to read and what exactly am I supposed to do to study it? Well I tried starting with the Book of James, since it is just about my favorite. But it is just too daunting a book when you don’t even know how you want to approach it. In the end I gave up and decided to start with the Book of Esther. I think it was a wise move. Esther is a really interesting book, but not too heavy on theology. A nice, engaging, fast paced read with some very awesome messages. Every night I would read a chapter in Esther and then afterwards go back through the chapter line by line with the aid of a couple study Bibles, make notes. Now that I’m done with Esther I have moved on to the Gospel of Mark and so far its been going fine, other than the fact that I’m accumulating a lot of notes. So far I’m a third of the way through chapter 1 and have taken almost three pages worth of notes. At this rate it will take me forever to get through the book and I will produce enough notes to wallpaper my basement. I’m not sure if that’s a bad thing or not. Not sure if I should be less precise in my not taking or what? I mean it seems like a lot of notes to be taking. But at least I feel like I’m learning a lot. Oh well. I guess there is no one correct way to BS. Any ideas?

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Here is a little poem for all you dog lovers. If you are not a dog lover... I have nothing for you.

The Dog

The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I've also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

Ogden Nash

In MeMorial


As many of you may very well know I have really been missing having a dog ever since Winston died. I had Winny for over 13 years; more than half my life. He was a great dog, an amazing buddy, and a big part of my day to day life. I had to put him down just before my trip because he was virtually paralyzed and in so much pain. It was a hard thing to do, the last thing i wanted, and not a good parting sentiment when leaving the country. The day after he died I had to walk out of a prayer meeting because I was still so upset and overwhelmed. But it was also good leaving for Africa right afterwards because what really made me miss Winston was not having him there for our day to day routines. Waking up in the morning my first instinct was always to let him out, but then I would remember he wasn’t there. There were so many things I was used to doing with him and they all became sad reminders. Even eating an apple was a miserable occasion; Winston always used to love eating the core. So getting away from the day to day was a good thing. But as soon as I got back I started to miss him again. Anyway, its taken awhile to digest not having my closets companion. But life moves on, which brings me to my latest news, which is that we have a new puppy. It turns out everyone in my family missed having a dog, and so... well... now we have a dog.... Anyway, i will write all about him tomorrow, but not now. I wanted to have a blog entry dedicated just to Winston before I begin singing the praises of the newest, cutest thing on the block. Winston was a great dog: loving, loyal, intelligent, protective, fun, everything you could ask for I a K-9. I think my only real complaint about him was his hair. Man did he have a lot of hair, but he was beautiful, really gorgeous with that thick husky coat. It was just a lot of work keeping him clean. Anyway, there isn’t a lot you can say about a dog I guess, other that he was ‘good.’ Winston understood probably about a dozen words, and I think his favorite was good. He was a very good boy, and I miss him, even if he was just a hunk of fur.