You know what I don't want to tolerate? Tolerance being counter-intuitive. It seems that in the name of tolerance, we're scared to oppose anything, because being intolerant seems to be the easiest way to become an American pariah. Well, I guess that means I'm doomed to a life of unpopularity.
Bunny trail: I think the "Coexist" bumper sticker using religious symbols is just plain ignorant. Take a world religions class people. Read a book. Then form an opinion.
Back on track. Every belief is not equally valid. Either Jesus is the Savior of the World or He isn't. Either it is OK to kill infidels in Allah's name or it isn't. Not every belief system has equal merit, nor should they be given equal air-time. And in special circumstances, giving ground in the name of tolerance is actually offensive.
I'm sure you've all, by now, heard plenty about the Mosque being constructed at Ground Zero (the site of 9/11). Rather than ranting about it here, I figured the most constructive use of my words would be to make a list of things as/more insensitive and offensive than having a Mosque at Ground Zero. These all could be argued from the standpoint of understanding and tolerance.
10. The Handgun Appreciation Club (with indoor shooting range) at Columbine High School
9. The Andrew Jackson's Colonization Museum at any Native American reservation
8. Lebron James singing the national anthem at the 2010 Cav's home opener.
7. Changing all of the tour guides' uniforms at the Holocaust Museum to resemble Nazi Officers.
6. "Bloody Sunday's", an Irish pub in the heart of London, England.
5. A Michigan recruiter at a booth during Ohio State's Club Fair
4. A US munitions factory in Hiroshima or Nagasaki, Japan
3. A national law mandating that every "Martin Luther King Jr Blvd" in the country be intersected by "James Earl Ray Road".
2. "Hutu Gravedigger Services" in Rwanda, advertising "No one has more experience."
1. A Jewish Synagogue next to the Kaaba in Mecca, with a likeness of Mohammad wearing a Yarmulke
Tolerance should never take priority over respect; or better yet, love. And not all perspectives are worth listening to. Why allow something unloving and disrespectful in the name of tolerance? I think our response to those building Park51 should be "You are welcomed to build, as soon as Israel is allowed to build a Synagogue at Mecca." That should delay the project a while...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Christians are the Worst...
It's been a while folks. Good to see you again. Yes, I'm loosing weight. Thank you for noticing and speaking up. Encouraging bunch of people...
Now for the matter at hand.
Imagine that you work at Chili's. (Ok, I'll give you a few seconds to think about those Fajitas ... soooo good) Sunday afternoon, you go in to work. You make between $3-$4 per hour plus tips. Now imagine 12:43 in the afternoon rolls around. A well dressed, seemingly happy group of 7 walk in, and are seated in your section. Everyone gets soft-drinks, except for the one guy who asks for water, 2 slices of lemons and splenda stirred in. They get appetizers, entrees, but no dessert, because let's face it ... nap time is coming. Throughout the meal, they talk about the church service they all just attended, the message, the worship, and maybe a little gossip about that one family. You know the one.
Then you hand them their single check an hour later. It totals up to $78.75 pre tax, and $84.45 after tax. While you wait on other tables, they greet you as they walk out the door. You make your way back to the table, and discover something interesting. They have left $.55 as a tip to round up to $85, and a gospel tract for you to read.
That hour of your service, combined, was worth $3.55.
Do you read the tract?
If you think this is a baseless hypothetical situation, I DARE YOU to ask anyone who is a server in a restaurant. You'll hear stories that miror this. Even better, ask them what day they dread working the most. They will almost unanimously tell you Sunday. Why? Because Christians are the worst people to serve. They're demanding, condescending and cheap.
We're demanding, condescending and cheap. Right after service, where hearts are uplifted, lives are changed and people encounter the Living God, we let ourselves get away with being demanding, condescending and cheap. For a people who serve the best God, why do we let ourselves get away with being the worst?
For the servers out there, please know this: When Christians treat you this way, it's shameful. It is not behavior endorsed by the Bible we read, the God we serve or the values we strive to uphold. God's love for you is greater than that Bible tract. Your time is worth more than we've made it. We appreciate your service, because believe it or not, YOU are an example to US of how to serve others. Sometimes we just forget that as a people, we represent the God who didn't come to be served, but to serve and to give His life for many. Forgive us for forgetting.
To the Christians out there: don't you think it's time we changed the tides? After all, we are a people who once were lost, but now are found! We serve the God who formed the heavens and the earth, and the Savior who bore the sins of all mankind. Do you realize that we're known by our actions, not our intentions? No one cares about our theological disposition; rather, they care about and are impacted by the practice of our religion. Isn't it time that we let Sunday be a day that others look forward to also? Imagine how great it would be if Sundays were the day that servers looked forward to working, because of how generous those Christians are.
We serve a generous God, let's allow ourselves to be generous to the world He's called US to serve. We are a people overwhelmed by God's mercy, so let's pass that on, even if they spill your drinks or get your order wrong. Twice. We are a people transformed by nothing less than an encounter with God Himself. Let's give people more than tracts to believe in. Let's be a transformed people, no matter where we go.
As a complete aside, the mathematician won't let me conclude this blog post without a tipping lesson. Do you know how to tip 15% on $84.45? Yes, I said 15%. Think of it as a minimum, because traditionally, it was. If you can't afford to tip, then you can't afford to go out to eat. Buy groceries, go home and have a great afternoon with your family & friends.
If you have a smartphone, just use that calculator and multiply $84.45 x 1.15. Pay that amount. If you prefer to do the mental math, then do, but get it right: Add 10% and 5%. 10% is easy to come by ... $8.45. Now round it up to $9 (you big spender you). Then cut that number in half to find the 5%, and add it on. $9 + $4.50 = $13.50
If your server is average, just tip 15%. If they're above average, go ahead and tip 20% ($18). If they're really amazing, tip 30% ($27) or more and let their manager know ... compliments go a long way.
We serve the best God. Let's be the best at serving the world around us, even while they're serving us lunch.
Now for the matter at hand.
Imagine that you work at Chili's. (Ok, I'll give you a few seconds to think about those Fajitas ... soooo good) Sunday afternoon, you go in to work. You make between $3-$4 per hour plus tips. Now imagine 12:43 in the afternoon rolls around. A well dressed, seemingly happy group of 7 walk in, and are seated in your section. Everyone gets soft-drinks, except for the one guy who asks for water, 2 slices of lemons and splenda stirred in. They get appetizers, entrees, but no dessert, because let's face it ... nap time is coming. Throughout the meal, they talk about the church service they all just attended, the message, the worship, and maybe a little gossip about that one family. You know the one.
Then you hand them their single check an hour later. It totals up to $78.75 pre tax, and $84.45 after tax. While you wait on other tables, they greet you as they walk out the door. You make your way back to the table, and discover something interesting. They have left $.55 as a tip to round up to $85, and a gospel tract for you to read.
That hour of your service, combined, was worth $3.55.
Do you read the tract?
If you think this is a baseless hypothetical situation, I DARE YOU to ask anyone who is a server in a restaurant. You'll hear stories that miror this. Even better, ask them what day they dread working the most. They will almost unanimously tell you Sunday. Why? Because Christians are the worst people to serve. They're demanding, condescending and cheap.
We're demanding, condescending and cheap. Right after service, where hearts are uplifted, lives are changed and people encounter the Living God, we let ourselves get away with being demanding, condescending and cheap. For a people who serve the best God, why do we let ourselves get away with being the worst?
For the servers out there, please know this: When Christians treat you this way, it's shameful. It is not behavior endorsed by the Bible we read, the God we serve or the values we strive to uphold. God's love for you is greater than that Bible tract. Your time is worth more than we've made it. We appreciate your service, because believe it or not, YOU are an example to US of how to serve others. Sometimes we just forget that as a people, we represent the God who didn't come to be served, but to serve and to give His life for many. Forgive us for forgetting.
To the Christians out there: don't you think it's time we changed the tides? After all, we are a people who once were lost, but now are found! We serve the God who formed the heavens and the earth, and the Savior who bore the sins of all mankind. Do you realize that we're known by our actions, not our intentions? No one cares about our theological disposition; rather, they care about and are impacted by the practice of our religion. Isn't it time that we let Sunday be a day that others look forward to also? Imagine how great it would be if Sundays were the day that servers looked forward to working, because of how generous those Christians are.
We serve a generous God, let's allow ourselves to be generous to the world He's called US to serve. We are a people overwhelmed by God's mercy, so let's pass that on, even if they spill your drinks or get your order wrong. Twice. We are a people transformed by nothing less than an encounter with God Himself. Let's give people more than tracts to believe in. Let's be a transformed people, no matter where we go.
As a complete aside, the mathematician won't let me conclude this blog post without a tipping lesson. Do you know how to tip 15% on $84.45? Yes, I said 15%. Think of it as a minimum, because traditionally, it was. If you can't afford to tip, then you can't afford to go out to eat. Buy groceries, go home and have a great afternoon with your family & friends.
If you have a smartphone, just use that calculator and multiply $84.45 x 1.15. Pay that amount. If you prefer to do the mental math, then do, but get it right: Add 10% and 5%. 10% is easy to come by ... $8.45. Now round it up to $9 (you big spender you). Then cut that number in half to find the 5%, and add it on. $9 + $4.50 = $13.50
If your server is average, just tip 15%. If they're above average, go ahead and tip 20% ($18). If they're really amazing, tip 30% ($27) or more and let their manager know ... compliments go a long way.
We serve the best God. Let's be the best at serving the world around us, even while they're serving us lunch.
Friday, February 12, 2010
An Unemployed Man's Perspective on Daytime TV
First of all, let me just publicly dispel a myth I held going into being unemployed. You would think that once you didn't have a job, you'd have all the time in the world to do the things you enjoy, since, after all, you finally had the time you were lacking when it wasn't consumed by commute and committed employment. That's bunk. The structure that school or employment provide are what drive motivation to do all those other things apparently. I haven't been this lethargic in ... well ... I can't even remember.
Being unemployed stinks. I'm not gonna lie. It just plain stinks.
What's worse, since I'm unemployed we can't afford normal people TV, so we're forced to use antenna TV. There isn't a whole lot on during the day. The only show I really even care about is Dr. Phil. The rest of the day is filled with what I like to call "drama TV" (the View, Tyra, Days of Our Lives, Maury, etc). So since it's all there is to watch, I started watching.
Did you know that Jerry Springer is STILL on TV?
WHY is Jerry Springer still on TV?
The guy who spearheaded the brawling drama TV movement is still doing his thing, provoking screaming fist fights between lesbian love triangles, spurned lovers, and midget rodeo transsexual Olympians. Girls flash the camera to get Jerry Beads. Seriously? We're still funding this crap? And what's worse, there are at least 3 other shows that specialize in the same stuff. And that's WITHOUT counting the judge and divorce court genre...
I could blame Jerry for ruining TV as we knew it, but the truth is he's still on the air because he keeps finding people to be on the air with him. People call in and want to be on the Springer show with their drama, and he obliges.
Truth be told, I think we're to blame for his presence. After all, they don't supply the drama, we do. As much as I hate it, I've become wholly convinced that our American culture no longer revolves around values, but around drama. We don't care about character nearly as much as we want to get to know characters.
Thinking back over my life, I don't know a venue, whether it be school, church, or family, where I can't pinpoint people who seemed as if they couldn't go a month, week, or sometimes even a day without some kind of drama. I'm sure you know people like that. Maybe it's you. Tune in next week to find out if it is...
No, seriously, think back. Why is it that we can't get through a day without some kind of a plot twist? Wouldn't it be AMAZINGLY REFRESHING if we could just do the mundane and boring for a week straight? Wake up, go to work (I wish), commute home, have a family dinner, enjoy some downtime, go to sleep and then do it all over again. Or how about this: Go to church, greet people, laugh, sing praise and worship, grow through studying the Word, go to lunch, go home, grab a nap, and do it all over again next week.
Why is there always gossip? Or fights? Or mistrust? Why do we let things like this keep our attention? Or why is it that we know characters on TV better than we do the members of our own families?
Honestly, I need YOUR perspective on this. Please answer the following questions in the comment section, especially if you're able to think back and remember life prior to sitcoms and reality TV (i.e. if you're older ... just sayin'): Why do you think drama has such a high place in our society? Is it a greater problem to be bored with the routines of life or exhausted from the emotional swings of living dramatically?
And on a completely separate note, I have to confess: I do watch the View. It's easy to tolerate after you've seen the Tyra show. At least The View has both sides represented. You don't know the "liberal bias" until you've seen it masquerading in designer dresses, dramatic eye makeup and heels.
Being unemployed stinks. I'm not gonna lie. It just plain stinks.
What's worse, since I'm unemployed we can't afford normal people TV, so we're forced to use antenna TV. There isn't a whole lot on during the day. The only show I really even care about is Dr. Phil. The rest of the day is filled with what I like to call "drama TV" (the View, Tyra, Days of Our Lives, Maury, etc). So since it's all there is to watch, I started watching.
Did you know that Jerry Springer is STILL on TV?
WHY is Jerry Springer still on TV?
The guy who spearheaded the brawling drama TV movement is still doing his thing, provoking screaming fist fights between lesbian love triangles, spurned lovers, and midget rodeo transsexual Olympians. Girls flash the camera to get Jerry Beads. Seriously? We're still funding this crap? And what's worse, there are at least 3 other shows that specialize in the same stuff. And that's WITHOUT counting the judge and divorce court genre...
I could blame Jerry for ruining TV as we knew it, but the truth is he's still on the air because he keeps finding people to be on the air with him. People call in and want to be on the Springer show with their drama, and he obliges.
Truth be told, I think we're to blame for his presence. After all, they don't supply the drama, we do. As much as I hate it, I've become wholly convinced that our American culture no longer revolves around values, but around drama. We don't care about character nearly as much as we want to get to know characters.
Thinking back over my life, I don't know a venue, whether it be school, church, or family, where I can't pinpoint people who seemed as if they couldn't go a month, week, or sometimes even a day without some kind of drama. I'm sure you know people like that. Maybe it's you. Tune in next week to find out if it is...
No, seriously, think back. Why is it that we can't get through a day without some kind of a plot twist? Wouldn't it be AMAZINGLY REFRESHING if we could just do the mundane and boring for a week straight? Wake up, go to work (I wish), commute home, have a family dinner, enjoy some downtime, go to sleep and then do it all over again. Or how about this: Go to church, greet people, laugh, sing praise and worship, grow through studying the Word, go to lunch, go home, grab a nap, and do it all over again next week.
Why is there always gossip? Or fights? Or mistrust? Why do we let things like this keep our attention? Or why is it that we know characters on TV better than we do the members of our own families?
Honestly, I need YOUR perspective on this. Please answer the following questions in the comment section, especially if you're able to think back and remember life prior to sitcoms and reality TV (i.e. if you're older ... just sayin'): Why do you think drama has such a high place in our society? Is it a greater problem to be bored with the routines of life or exhausted from the emotional swings of living dramatically?
And on a completely separate note, I have to confess: I do watch the View. It's easy to tolerate after you've seen the Tyra show. At least The View has both sides represented. You don't know the "liberal bias" until you've seen it masquerading in designer dresses, dramatic eye makeup and heels.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Generational Knowledge of Tragedy
Something dawned on me today when I heard that celebrity musicians will be covering "We Are The World" to benefit relief in Haiti. When the original song was performed, I was 4 years old, and I remember singing the song, but I had no idea what it was for. I didn't know that it was meant to raise funds for famine in Africa. I also only vaguely remember the Challenger disaster, because I was only 5. My parents, on the other hand, can tell you exactly where they were, and when they talk about it, still get tears in their eyes.
Where were you when JFK died?
Where were you when you heard that the Challenger exploded?
Where were you when the Towers Fell?
Where were you when you heard about the earthquake in Haiti?
When I talk about the JFK assasination, I only speak with facts. I only know basic information. I don't know what it's like for my president to be killed and not know who to blame.
On the other hand, I can tell you exactly what I felt at the moment when the Twin Towers were attacked, who I called, who I tried to console, and how many times I cried for no reason and too many reasons all at the same time.
Do you realize that the children being born today will have no emotional connection to or rememberance of the World Trade Center? In the world they live in, the Twin Towers never existed. To them, it's just history. This realization gives me a greater appreciation for the Hebrew culture found in the Bible. They didn't have CNN. They didn't have YouTube. They didn't have social media, Newspapers or any other way to preserve the past. They had scribes that would reproduce letters and books BY HAND. The main way they remembered was to tell stories. They told stories over and over and over again, with as much vivid language as they could muster to reproduce the sights, sounds, smells and emotions of their past in the hope that the future generations would remember, learn and pass it on.
When I have children, I hope that I have the courage not just to teach them how to live in the present, but also to teach them about the events that created the world they live in in the hopes that they can take that information and remember, learn and pass it on.
Where were you when JFK died?
Where were you when you heard that the Challenger exploded?
Where were you when the Towers Fell?
Where were you when you heard about the earthquake in Haiti?
When I talk about the JFK assasination, I only speak with facts. I only know basic information. I don't know what it's like for my president to be killed and not know who to blame.
On the other hand, I can tell you exactly what I felt at the moment when the Twin Towers were attacked, who I called, who I tried to console, and how many times I cried for no reason and too many reasons all at the same time.
Do you realize that the children being born today will have no emotional connection to or rememberance of the World Trade Center? In the world they live in, the Twin Towers never existed. To them, it's just history. This realization gives me a greater appreciation for the Hebrew culture found in the Bible. They didn't have CNN. They didn't have YouTube. They didn't have social media, Newspapers or any other way to preserve the past. They had scribes that would reproduce letters and books BY HAND. The main way they remembered was to tell stories. They told stories over and over and over again, with as much vivid language as they could muster to reproduce the sights, sounds, smells and emotions of their past in the hope that the future generations would remember, learn and pass it on.
When I have children, I hope that I have the courage not just to teach them how to live in the present, but also to teach them about the events that created the world they live in in the hopes that they can take that information and remember, learn and pass it on.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Why Pat Robertson Was Wrong...
For those that haven't heard, Pat Robertson recently made a pair of statements regarding the destruction in Haiti resulting from the 7.0 earthquake and it's tremendous aftershocks. Rather than paraphrase, please click the link below to be redirected to the most unbiased YouTube clip I was able to find showing what was said...
Pat Robertson's Two Cents...
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
In voicing my repulsion of Mr. Robertson's words to friends, on two separate occasions I was told that he was right to say what he said. While I value the relationships I have with these friends, I have to stand in strong opposition to their conclusion, because I believe that it reflects poorly on the heart and mind of those who belong to Jesus' church.
Pat Robertson is one of the loudest voices on the globe maintaining a Christian paradigm, and the strength of my response is directly proportionate to his elevated status and the representation he is of all Christians. My goal is to make sure that people know that not everyone maintains his over-simplified view of this catastrophy.
I won't lie. I'm stirred up about this, and I believe rightfully so. And if I'm wrong, I'm wide open to divine guidance and correction. Until then, I'll rant away. Rather than spend more time crafting another response, I'm simply going to use one I already released to a dear friend:
I vehemently disagree with the belief that "We should defend the truth of his words." Historical facts are far from the fullness of the truth. It's not that his words were ill timed ... it's that they were deplorably inappropriate coming from a man redeemed by grace. To be wholly forceful, his words were unbiblical. I stand on Luke 13. Please take the time to read it.
Also, it is worthy to note that I stand behind the words of Charles Spurgeon, a voice certainly more prominent than my obscure opinion. Here's a link for his commentary on Luke 13. Also a worthy read.
Jesus was asked what He thought about Galileans who were murdered and whose blood was then mixed with sacrificial blood as a warning to the Jews by Pilate. The common belief of the day was that bad things happen to bad and deserving people, and that the worse the punishment, the worse the sinner. "Those dirty Galileans deserved it." Racism mixed with legalism. How despicable.
Jesus doesn't tolerate that belief for one moment. He cut through their cultural bigotry and did what He did best ... show God to a people desperate to hear from Him. He sited 2 different recent events to dismantle their belief...
"Do you suppose that these Galileans were greater sinners than all other Galileans, because they suffered this fate? I tell you no..."
"Or do you suppose that those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them, were worse culprits than all the men who live in Jerusalem? I tell you no..."
Do you suppose that those who were destroyed by Hurricane Katrina were greater sinners than anyone else? Do you suppose that the souls who were lost to the earthquake in Haiti were more vile offenders than anyone else who walks the planet? I tell you no.
It is appropriate, at times, to vocally oppose the voice of those prominent in the Church. Paul the Apostle did it without apology. Martin Luther did it at the cost of his own life. We have a responsibility to confront anti-biblical Christian ramblings, regardless of the mouth that those words proceed out of.
Did Haiti have a Vodou blessing pronounced upon their independence? I can't find it, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Regardless, it's a historical fact that wouldn't affect my theology for the following reasons:
In Haiti, 80% of it's people profess Roman Catholic Christianity as their religion, and another 16% profess a Protestant Christian denomination. 50% of the population is said to practice Vodou (voodoo). Using those numbers, and the current projected death-toll of as many as 200,000 souls, here's how the simple math of the "God's Judgment" statement plays out...
80,000 Roman Catholics with no affiliation to Vodou perished
80,000 Roman Catholics who practice Vodou also perished
16,000 Protestants with no affiliation to Vodou perished
16,000 Protestants who practice Vodou also perished
8,000 people who did not profess or practice any religion also perished.
Normally in my posts I come across as smug and sarcastic, but I'm crying as I write this, because the numbers are sobering to me that I am overwhelmed. You see, I believe in a God that was willing to spare a city from destruction because of 10 righteous people. And I believe He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Me personally? I would rather do what the Apostle Paul did on Mars Hill concerning the nameless God, only in reference to Bondye the great but unknown and removed Vodou deity and try to instill hope in a place of desparation, eternal life in a place of so much death, and love to try to mend the grief they are facing. Have you seen any of the live broadcasts from Haiti? Have you heard the wailing in the background from those in mourning?
But what do I know, I'm just a man who once had a contract with Satan and who now stands forgiven as a child of God because of Jesus Christ.
Bad form Pat, bad form. Your "optimism" isn't welcome.
Pat Robertson's Two Cents...
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
In voicing my repulsion of Mr. Robertson's words to friends, on two separate occasions I was told that he was right to say what he said. While I value the relationships I have with these friends, I have to stand in strong opposition to their conclusion, because I believe that it reflects poorly on the heart and mind of those who belong to Jesus' church.
Pat Robertson is one of the loudest voices on the globe maintaining a Christian paradigm, and the strength of my response is directly proportionate to his elevated status and the representation he is of all Christians. My goal is to make sure that people know that not everyone maintains his over-simplified view of this catastrophy.
I won't lie. I'm stirred up about this, and I believe rightfully so. And if I'm wrong, I'm wide open to divine guidance and correction. Until then, I'll rant away. Rather than spend more time crafting another response, I'm simply going to use one I already released to a dear friend:
I vehemently disagree with the belief that "We should defend the truth of his words." Historical facts are far from the fullness of the truth. It's not that his words were ill timed ... it's that they were deplorably inappropriate coming from a man redeemed by grace. To be wholly forceful, his words were unbiblical. I stand on Luke 13. Please take the time to read it.
Also, it is worthy to note that I stand behind the words of Charles Spurgeon, a voice certainly more prominent than my obscure opinion. Here's a link for his commentary on Luke 13. Also a worthy read.
Jesus was asked what He thought about Galileans who were murdered and whose blood was then mixed with sacrificial blood as a warning to the Jews by Pilate. The common belief of the day was that bad things happen to bad and deserving people, and that the worse the punishment, the worse the sinner. "Those dirty Galileans deserved it." Racism mixed with legalism. How despicable.
Jesus doesn't tolerate that belief for one moment. He cut through their cultural bigotry and did what He did best ... show God to a people desperate to hear from Him. He sited 2 different recent events to dismantle their belief...
"Do you suppose that these Galileans were greater sinners than all other Galileans, because they suffered this fate? I tell you no..."
"Or do you suppose that those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them, were worse culprits than all the men who live in Jerusalem? I tell you no..."
Do you suppose that those who were destroyed by Hurricane Katrina were greater sinners than anyone else? Do you suppose that the souls who were lost to the earthquake in Haiti were more vile offenders than anyone else who walks the planet? I tell you no.
It is appropriate, at times, to vocally oppose the voice of those prominent in the Church. Paul the Apostle did it without apology. Martin Luther did it at the cost of his own life. We have a responsibility to confront anti-biblical Christian ramblings, regardless of the mouth that those words proceed out of.
Did Haiti have a Vodou blessing pronounced upon their independence? I can't find it, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Regardless, it's a historical fact that wouldn't affect my theology for the following reasons:
In Haiti, 80% of it's people profess Roman Catholic Christianity as their religion, and another 16% profess a Protestant Christian denomination. 50% of the population is said to practice Vodou (voodoo). Using those numbers, and the current projected death-toll of as many as 200,000 souls, here's how the simple math of the "God's Judgment" statement plays out...
80,000 Roman Catholics with no affiliation to Vodou perished
80,000 Roman Catholics who practice Vodou also perished
16,000 Protestants with no affiliation to Vodou perished
16,000 Protestants who practice Vodou also perished
8,000 people who did not profess or practice any religion also perished.
Normally in my posts I come across as smug and sarcastic, but I'm crying as I write this, because the numbers are sobering to me that I am overwhelmed. You see, I believe in a God that was willing to spare a city from destruction because of 10 righteous people. And I believe He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Me personally? I would rather do what the Apostle Paul did on Mars Hill concerning the nameless God, only in reference to Bondye the great but unknown and removed Vodou deity and try to instill hope in a place of desparation, eternal life in a place of so much death, and love to try to mend the grief they are facing. Have you seen any of the live broadcasts from Haiti? Have you heard the wailing in the background from those in mourning?
But what do I know, I'm just a man who once had a contract with Satan and who now stands forgiven as a child of God because of Jesus Christ.
Bad form Pat, bad form. Your "optimism" isn't welcome.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A Christian Perspective of Disney's "Up"
I'm just warning you, this one is going to be long...
Ok folks, it's 2010. If you haven't yet come to the realization that cartoon movies are made to be a diatribe on cultural absurdities, you clearly haven't seen enough of them. For instance:
In Wall-E, the humans have become so fat and lazy that they forfeited their planet to waste, and have to get off their robotic recliners to do something about it.
In "Over the Hedge", RJ gives a tutorial about how much of human life is centered around food, from a Raccoon's point of view, and pokes a jab about how we're "slowly losing the ability to walk." Ask my wife; every time I see a kid in heelys, I remember and quote aloud that line.
Well today I saw a movie that follows in that great tradition; the tradition of exposing and ridiculing adult culture to our children in cartoon form so that maybe, just maybe, they won't repeat our foolish ways. That movie? Disney's "Up". If you haven't seen it, I'll try not to spoil the ending, but you may just want to go out, rent it, pop some popcorn, watch it and then come back to me. Don't worry ... the blog will still be here.
There are almost too many lessons to take away from the movie to catalog, but I'll do my best. The main purpose of the movie that jumps out to me is answering the question: "What's really important in life." I'll lay the lessons out by character...
Carl Fredrickson is an elderly widower that lived a full life with his wife Ellie, and who wants to fulfill their adventure by flying his house to the place they always dreamed of; Paradise Falls. His valued possessions are a lifetime's worth of pictures of he and his wife Ellie, and most importantly their Adventure book. And while he is the classic depiction of a bitter old man, the viewer is given a glimpse as to why: he is a quiet man who has lived life, including car troubles, house repairs, a miscarriage (or the inability to have chilren) and the death of his wife. The lesson? Don't judge people too quickly, because you don't know their back-story. Well he gets his house to Paradise Falls and then realizes that life isn't about getting your dreams done, it's "What I'm going to do" when I get there. Life isn't exclusively about fulfilling your dreams, it's about coming together to dream about new adventures for the next generation to embark on.
Charles Muntz turns out to be the villian of this movie. He is an adventurer of old that was the inspiration for both Carl and Ellie as children. He makes a discovery which is contested by the scientific community, so he sets out to Paradise Falls to find and capture the bird that will clear his name, and commits that he will not return until he captures that bird. Charles and Carl's paths cross in the wilds of South America, and while he initially seems to be an ingenious pioneer of a man, he quickly flips to show his true character: a man driven by the need to show the world that he's not crazy, who will do anything to see that happen, no matter what the cost or how many people he has to hurt. His valued posessions are the bones of his past exploits. He just wants to complete his set of skeletons. He teaches us that people driven by the need to be recognized have an unlimited capacity to be terrible, because irregardless of their talents and abilities, they are incapable of putting people above their accomplishments.
Russell is a wilderness scout trying to get his last badge so that he can become a Senior wilderness scout. He isn't even doing it to be a senior scout ... he just wants his dad to come to his ceremony and be active in his life again. You learn that his dad is in at least his second marriage (or is dating after his first marriage), and Russell calls his new mom by her first name, saying "She's not my mom." Russell's prized possession is his wilderness scout sash with all of his pins. He, in a protest, lays his sash down at Carl's feet to go off and do what is needed, what is right. He characterizes what is truly courageous: to lay down our lives and interests for the welfare of others.
Alpha and Doug are two dogs, both of which need to be mentioned. Alpha is a condescendingly formal attack Doberman Pincer that Charles Muntz trains to track the giant bird of his obsession. He is the first of a pack of wild dogs trained to do this. Even before I saw Charles Muntz, I thougt to myself, "I wonder what kind of a man trains a dog to be so brutally cruel." Alpha teaches us that you can easily determine the quality of a person by examining the people closest to them, especially those that follow them. Doug on the other hand is a very typical golden retriever; playful, loyal, trusting and even gullible, with a notable distraction by and hatred of squirrels. He is the only member of "the pack" maintained by Muntz who doesn't have a greek letter for a name. He doesn't fit the attack dog mold. My wife made the observation that, "He is the only dog that doesn't have any position with the pack." He gets sent out on "special missions" intended to keep him from getting in the way. The most important thing you'll notice about Doug is that he voluntarily changes masters, from Muntz to Carl, and ends up becoming the "Alpha" of the pack by outsmarting Alpha to help Carl and Russell. His loyalty is based on what we Christians call righteousness: Doing right which is rooted in the expressed heart of God. We do what is right because He did, does, and will continue to do what is right, because He is good.
As they used to say (and need to start saying again), the moral of the story is that people are all the same in that we all dream and have goals. But that isn't nearly as important as what we are willing to do with them. This movie was deeply challenging to me. It left me asking questions of myself, and I pose the same to you. Will we see our dreams fulfilled no matter what, even at the cost of the people around us? Are we willing to lay down our dreams to help those that need it most? Is the end result the most important thing to us, or is it the continued journey that we value above anything else? Is our loyalty based on position and authority or on just kindness (acts of kindness springing from a just heart). Will our lives be rated by our own achievements or by our sacrificial inspiration of others?
The greatest moment in the movie comes at the end, when Carl attends Russell's wilderness scout ceremony. Russell is the only child standing without his father present, and Carl stands to be with him, but then presents him with the pin that Ellie gave Carl as a child, bringing him in to the adventurer club. It's been said that we are a part of a fatherless generation. What Carl does is what is necessary for us to do, if we're willing. It's time to mentor the fatherless to be driven by a need for adventurous community, in place of the success society that abandoned them in the first place.
If you are a person professing the Christian faith, ask yourself this: If our Savior offered to us an abundant and full life, why aren't we taking advantage of it in the same way He did, by laying down our lives for others? Why would we expect fullness of life to look different for us than it did for Him?
Ok folks, it's 2010. If you haven't yet come to the realization that cartoon movies are made to be a diatribe on cultural absurdities, you clearly haven't seen enough of them. For instance:
In Wall-E, the humans have become so fat and lazy that they forfeited their planet to waste, and have to get off their robotic recliners to do something about it.
In "Over the Hedge", RJ gives a tutorial about how much of human life is centered around food, from a Raccoon's point of view, and pokes a jab about how we're "slowly losing the ability to walk." Ask my wife; every time I see a kid in heelys, I remember and quote aloud that line.
Well today I saw a movie that follows in that great tradition; the tradition of exposing and ridiculing adult culture to our children in cartoon form so that maybe, just maybe, they won't repeat our foolish ways. That movie? Disney's "Up". If you haven't seen it, I'll try not to spoil the ending, but you may just want to go out, rent it, pop some popcorn, watch it and then come back to me. Don't worry ... the blog will still be here.
There are almost too many lessons to take away from the movie to catalog, but I'll do my best. The main purpose of the movie that jumps out to me is answering the question: "What's really important in life." I'll lay the lessons out by character...
Carl Fredrickson is an elderly widower that lived a full life with his wife Ellie, and who wants to fulfill their adventure by flying his house to the place they always dreamed of; Paradise Falls. His valued possessions are a lifetime's worth of pictures of he and his wife Ellie, and most importantly their Adventure book. And while he is the classic depiction of a bitter old man, the viewer is given a glimpse as to why: he is a quiet man who has lived life, including car troubles, house repairs, a miscarriage (or the inability to have chilren) and the death of his wife. The lesson? Don't judge people too quickly, because you don't know their back-story. Well he gets his house to Paradise Falls and then realizes that life isn't about getting your dreams done, it's "What I'm going to do" when I get there. Life isn't exclusively about fulfilling your dreams, it's about coming together to dream about new adventures for the next generation to embark on.
Charles Muntz turns out to be the villian of this movie. He is an adventurer of old that was the inspiration for both Carl and Ellie as children. He makes a discovery which is contested by the scientific community, so he sets out to Paradise Falls to find and capture the bird that will clear his name, and commits that he will not return until he captures that bird. Charles and Carl's paths cross in the wilds of South America, and while he initially seems to be an ingenious pioneer of a man, he quickly flips to show his true character: a man driven by the need to show the world that he's not crazy, who will do anything to see that happen, no matter what the cost or how many people he has to hurt. His valued posessions are the bones of his past exploits. He just wants to complete his set of skeletons. He teaches us that people driven by the need to be recognized have an unlimited capacity to be terrible, because irregardless of their talents and abilities, they are incapable of putting people above their accomplishments.
Russell is a wilderness scout trying to get his last badge so that he can become a Senior wilderness scout. He isn't even doing it to be a senior scout ... he just wants his dad to come to his ceremony and be active in his life again. You learn that his dad is in at least his second marriage (or is dating after his first marriage), and Russell calls his new mom by her first name, saying "She's not my mom." Russell's prized possession is his wilderness scout sash with all of his pins. He, in a protest, lays his sash down at Carl's feet to go off and do what is needed, what is right. He characterizes what is truly courageous: to lay down our lives and interests for the welfare of others.
Alpha and Doug are two dogs, both of which need to be mentioned. Alpha is a condescendingly formal attack Doberman Pincer that Charles Muntz trains to track the giant bird of his obsession. He is the first of a pack of wild dogs trained to do this. Even before I saw Charles Muntz, I thougt to myself, "I wonder what kind of a man trains a dog to be so brutally cruel." Alpha teaches us that you can easily determine the quality of a person by examining the people closest to them, especially those that follow them. Doug on the other hand is a very typical golden retriever; playful, loyal, trusting and even gullible, with a notable distraction by and hatred of squirrels. He is the only member of "the pack" maintained by Muntz who doesn't have a greek letter for a name. He doesn't fit the attack dog mold. My wife made the observation that, "He is the only dog that doesn't have any position with the pack." He gets sent out on "special missions" intended to keep him from getting in the way. The most important thing you'll notice about Doug is that he voluntarily changes masters, from Muntz to Carl, and ends up becoming the "Alpha" of the pack by outsmarting Alpha to help Carl and Russell. His loyalty is based on what we Christians call righteousness: Doing right which is rooted in the expressed heart of God. We do what is right because He did, does, and will continue to do what is right, because He is good.
As they used to say (and need to start saying again), the moral of the story is that people are all the same in that we all dream and have goals. But that isn't nearly as important as what we are willing to do with them. This movie was deeply challenging to me. It left me asking questions of myself, and I pose the same to you. Will we see our dreams fulfilled no matter what, even at the cost of the people around us? Are we willing to lay down our dreams to help those that need it most? Is the end result the most important thing to us, or is it the continued journey that we value above anything else? Is our loyalty based on position and authority or on just kindness (acts of kindness springing from a just heart). Will our lives be rated by our own achievements or by our sacrificial inspiration of others?
The greatest moment in the movie comes at the end, when Carl attends Russell's wilderness scout ceremony. Russell is the only child standing without his father present, and Carl stands to be with him, but then presents him with the pin that Ellie gave Carl as a child, bringing him in to the adventurer club. It's been said that we are a part of a fatherless generation. What Carl does is what is necessary for us to do, if we're willing. It's time to mentor the fatherless to be driven by a need for adventurous community, in place of the success society that abandoned them in the first place.
If you are a person professing the Christian faith, ask yourself this: If our Savior offered to us an abundant and full life, why aren't we taking advantage of it in the same way He did, by laying down our lives for others? Why would we expect fullness of life to look different for us than it did for Him?
Friday, January 1, 2010
Top Ten Rumors Worth Repeating...
Over the course of the last few days, Rachel and I have talked extensively about rumors and gossip an everything that wasn't supposed to happen when we stepped down at World Hope. One of the best ideas we had was to create a list of 10 things that we'd prefer people to say if the issue of us leaving comes up in a speculative way. Two things: please feel free to use these when asked about our REAL reason for leaving, and please feel free to post a comment with your own fantastic rumor for us to use the next time we're asked. Ok, here they are, in no particular order...
1) We discovered that the entire staff at World Hope were KGB operatives, and Ryan has an intense irrational fear of Russians. (I really am afraid of Russians, but have no idea why)
2) Rachel is pregnant with octuplets, and we're gearing up to give Octomom a run for her money in the reality TV business.
3) We discovered that our dog Ginger can talk, but she only speaks Gaelic, so we're moving to Ireland.
4) We feel a call to take a family vow of poverty, silence and ... nudity, and that just doesn't fit in with the values of World Hope ... yet.
5) Rachel got hired by National Geographic to photograph pigmy wedding rituals in the Amazon Rainforest.
6) Pastor Mike cracked one too many fat jokes, and actually made Ryan cry.
7) We were simultaneously cast for reality TV shows ... Ryan for "So You Think You Can Dance" and Rachel for "Survivor". (And yes, I heard you think "Ryan for The Biggest Loser", Pr Mike, and I'm hurt all over again)
8) Feskos + Powerball winning ticket = Super Early Retirement
9) Ryan and Rachel are team Edward, while Pastor Dave and Katrina are team Jacob.
And this last one we actually heard from other people...
10) We didn't have any other way out of the Daniel Fast. "What do you mean you don't eat no meat?"
Feel free to comment and share your absurd rumor that we can use in the future.
1) We discovered that the entire staff at World Hope were KGB operatives, and Ryan has an intense irrational fear of Russians. (I really am afraid of Russians, but have no idea why)
2) Rachel is pregnant with octuplets, and we're gearing up to give Octomom a run for her money in the reality TV business.
3) We discovered that our dog Ginger can talk, but she only speaks Gaelic, so we're moving to Ireland.
4) We feel a call to take a family vow of poverty, silence and ... nudity, and that just doesn't fit in with the values of World Hope ... yet.
5) Rachel got hired by National Geographic to photograph pigmy wedding rituals in the Amazon Rainforest.
6) Pastor Mike cracked one too many fat jokes, and actually made Ryan cry.
7) We were simultaneously cast for reality TV shows ... Ryan for "So You Think You Can Dance" and Rachel for "Survivor". (And yes, I heard you think "Ryan for The Biggest Loser", Pr Mike, and I'm hurt all over again)
8) Feskos + Powerball winning ticket = Super Early Retirement
9) Ryan and Rachel are team Edward, while Pastor Dave and Katrina are team Jacob.
And this last one we actually heard from other people...
10) We didn't have any other way out of the Daniel Fast. "What do you mean you don't eat no meat?"
Feel free to comment and share your absurd rumor that we can use in the future.
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