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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Nourishing Mother

There have been a couple of blizzards lately. My car got a little stuck in some snow going up a hill. Joy's parents were here last week. I sat in the right lane for twenty minutes and lots and lots of cars drove by. When Joy and her parents pulled over and got out to give me a push, a bunch of other cars pulled over, too. So many followers, so few leaders. I've been reading books and disagreeing with some of their arguments and conclusions. I've been doing the same in Bible studies and discussions with certain religious persons. Ph.D.'s decide they know more about Jesus than the authors of the gospels; they decide they know more about the origins of Israel than the authors of Exodus. They rely on Carl Jung for their understanding of the spirit world. They learned at universities that biblical miracles are really metaphors, and it doesn't matter if anyone in the Bible ever actually existed, what matters is the effect the stories have on you. Southwestern knows these views exist. Does Southwestern have an answer to these views that are gaining acceptance with more and more people? Maybe they're so busy trying to convince people to speak in tongues that they don't have time to deal with anything outside of their bubble. Southwestern taught me the basics of the history of psychology. I learned how to run a church like a business. Replace customers and stockholders with church members. Replace employees with volunteers. I already knew more about the bible and doctrine than Southwestern tried to teach me, and I learned more by chasing my own curiosity. It's not surprising that so many Southwesterners graduated bitter or brainwashed. "Everyone is a minister, your whole life is a ministry. You can minister as a teacher. You can minister by being an ethical businessperson. Now fill out these monthly ministry surveys so that we can document how many hours you have ministered and how many people you have gotten to speak in tongues." I miss the community at southwestern. Eating lunch and dinner with the same eight or so friends. The table only seats six, we've got ten already crowded around, "Sure, there's room for a couple more." The cafeteria trays get stacked under the table; plates, bowls and cups are crowded together, "Is this my glass or yours? I think that's my fork." Carpooling was a given, never an option. Some people didn't even have cars. The person with the roomiest vehicle became Joseph, the Levite from Cyprus. Driving the thirty minutes or more to Dallas, the Journey was as important as the destination, if there even was a destination, "Where are we going again? Where do you want to go?" People transferred and dropped out, gone but not forgotten, and the groups changed, new people joined, the whole personality of the group changed. I became part of two groups. I wished they could all become one group. There were a few crossovers, I have to stop to think which group they started out in. There was a chain of groups linked by certain persons but distinct because of certain irreconcilable personalities. Once a week "at church" is nothing. We're all acquaintances. The religious leaders preaching community have done nothing for me. I wonder if they know that it really exists or if they think it's just some far off ideal. The thing is, I don't know if community can be forced; I think maybe it just happens. At SAGU, we were thrown together into this strange world. We were on our own trying to make sense of our surroundings we held on to each other and community formed out of necessity. After a few years we were comfortable in that place. "Home" became the strange world that we went to during the summers. With comfort came independence and the group became smaller and smaller groups and community all but disappeared. The members of the community became acquaintances and then we graduated. Is that the history of the world? One family becomes a few peoples; these split into smaller tribes, eventually individualism wins out and we spread out into the suburbs and put up fences. Does community only exist in the ghettos? For a long time I've thought that American Christianity needs persecution or else it will keep getting watered down and it will die. Israel grew most rapidly while slaves in Egypt. Christianity spread when Christians were killed in Jerusalem. Christianity did not take over the empire during the time of Constantine, the empire took over Christianity. Now people who believe that there may or may not be some type of God are taking over the West's understanding of the Bible. I sat down wanting to write something, not quite knowing what it was. There it is. I might be trying to express that I feel alone in my faith (by "I" I mean me and Joy). I want to sit around a crowded table and tell them about my tzitzit and tell them about the youth group. I want Monday thru Friday to matter as much as the weekends. I want to say, "See you tomorrow," instead of, "See you next week." I miss you guys, y'all, give me a call sometime. May we learn to be a community again before "He calls us home to stand united round the throne."


Thursday, October 26, 2006

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Thursday, October 19, 2006

"No Spiders or Visigoths Allowed"

 

"The other day, I went to the store with my friend the kangaroo. They had a sign that said 'No Kangaroos Allowed' I said to my friend, 'Well, what can I do? They don't allow kangaroos.'" -Guido, Life is Beautiful

At the beginning of one of the final episodes of Band of Brothers, one of the veterans talks about how, under different circumstances, he might have been friends with some of the German soldiers.

They were all just young men doing what supposedly good young men do, defending their country. They followed orders. They died for problems and solutions that they did not create. It didn't matter whether they liked or disliked Jews, they were loyal to their country.

Twenty years after Americans helped defeat the regime that posted "No Jews Allowed" signs on their storefronts, Americans had "No Blacks Allowed" signs on their storefronts. How could they be so blind and ignorant?

Now it's forty years later. It's election time. I hear as many campaign commercials as songs on the radio at work. When they're not saying, "The other guy eats babies for breakfast and has dinner with the Devil." they say, "There are 250,000 illegal immigrants in Colorado. The other guy is soft on illegal immigration, but I'm tough on illegal immigration. We love legal immigrants, but illegal means illegal."

What I want to know is, Why does illegal immigration have to be illegal? Why do we have to protect our borders from people who will build our houses and roads and cook good mexican and asian food? From people who just want a better life for their children? Let them come in legally, you say. Right, but I'm thinking there must be some reason people risk their lives taking the dangerous route of illegal immigration. I don't know how people are supposed to go about entering the country legally, but I'm sure it could be made easier. I'm sure there are tons of forms and fees that people can't afford until after they've found work in America. I think I heard somewhere that there's a limit to the number of immigrants allowed each year. Why? Is all that necessary? I guess the government likes to be able to keep tabs on the people that are in America. So how about making the immigration process as simple as trading a signature and a fingerprint for an identification number, at least until they get settled in. The arguments I've heard in favor of stricter immigration laws and enforcement all have to do with money. They're taking all the good jobs. They don't pay taxes. They're all on welfare. No, they're not. They don't make enough to have to pay taxes. And I don't think so.

Do you pay tithes? Guess what, the Bible never says you have to give ten percent of your money to the pastor of your church. The biblical tithe was food and it was supposed to be shared with the Levites, aliens, orphans and widows. Farmers were supposed to leave the edges of their fields unharvested so that the aliens, orphans and widows could get some free food. So biblically we are supposed to give handouts to foreigners living in our land. So what if it costs us a little extra to help a starving suffering family?

And what I really don't understand is why some people think that they did some great deed by being born in America. As if they have anything to do with where they're born. Birthplace, nationality, race, skin color. These should not be factors in determining who will be allowed to work at certain jobs and where a person must live.

"The world is a ghetto"

"I pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians"


Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Snow!


Thursday, October 05, 2006

It goes something like this

A scientist was giving a lecture about the solar system. He explained how the earth goes around the sun.

An old woman stood up and objected. "I know you're a scientist and all that. But that's not the way things are. You see, the world rests on the back of a giant turtle."

The scientist raised an eyebrow, then he smiled and asked, "On what does the giant turtle stand?"

The woman quickly replied, "On the back of another giant turtle, of course. It's turtles all the way down."



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