Quote of the Week XVI

"Hope abides."
-Michael on the radio, From the film, Twenty Years After

Daddy Come Home

Daddy come home,
I'm all alone
Daddy come home,
I'm all alone
Just come today
I'll be so behaved
Please come today
I'd be so behaved
Won't you come home?
I'm all alone
Please just come home
I'm all alone.

In the still and in the dark
Is where I feel the most afraid
And even though I'm there to pray
Perhaps I will not make it.

The simplest things feel so beyond
and all my strength has left me
The joy of it is nowhere seen
And I am having quite the time.

All this feeling seems too much
And all these memories the same
Nothing permanent at all-
Nothing that is, except the pain.

Daddy come home,
I feel so alone
Please just come home
I feel too alone
Why did you die?
I'm still alive
Why did you die?
I'm still alive
Daddy come home
Your son is alone
Please just come home
'Cause I'm all alone.

Gratitude

Today I would like to take the opportunity to thank all my friends and family for being a part of my life, for being patient with me, for exhorting me, for forgiving me, for helping me, and for occasionally letting me help them. Life is meant to be lived in relationship. Kevin, I miss, you. Come back safe. May the Lord bless you all.

Quote of the Week XV

"The ghosts of regret did not return today to mark the anniversary of your death. This time, there was no struggle to hide from memory and imagination. Where once I braced for a backward slide into confusion and guilt, I now prepared to celebrate the years of our mystical companionship.
So when you were there to greet me at dawn, your presence was warmly welcomed. Together we ushered in the day. -Molly Fumia

Sonship and You

What does it mean to be a son (or daughter, for that matter)? What does it mean for you? What does it require of you? Does it benefit you? Does it tell you anything about who you are? These are the questions I will be exploring here in the immediate future. Comments and questions are always welcome.

Adoption Again

"Q. 34. What is adoption?
A. Adoption is an act of God's free grace, whereby we are received into the number, and have a right to all the privileges of, the sons of God."

(From the Westminster Shorter Catechism)

Adoption

Here is a Sermon titled "The Doctrine Of Adoption 1" I found at sermonaudio.com (Pastor Paul Michael Raymond from Reformed Bible Church, Central Virginia)

Daughter

"DAUGHTER, n.
1. The female offspring of a man or woman; a female child of any age.
2. A daughter in law; a son's wife. Ruth iii.
3. A woman; plu.female inhabitants. Dina went out to see the daughters of the land. Gen. xxxiv.
4. A female descendant; lineage of females. Luke i.
5. The female penitent of a confessor
Shak.
This word is used in scripture for the inhabitants of a city or country, male and female. Is. xvi. 2 Matt. xxi. Also as a term of affection or kindness.
Daughter,be of good comfort. Matt. ix."

American Dictionary of the English Language. Noah Webster. 1828.)

Son II

"SON,
2. A male descendant, however distant; hence in the plural, sons signifies descendants in general, a sense much used in the Scriptures. The whole human race are styled sons of Adam."

(American Dictionary of the English Language. Noah Webster. 1828.)

Son I

"SON,
1. A male child; the male issue of a parent, father or mother. Jacob had twelve sons. Ishmael was the son of Hagar by Abraham."

(American Dictionary of the English Language. Noah Webster. 1828)

To My Love IV

I love you tomorrow; I love you always.
I feel you forever, forever inside me
I break in the waiting, and long for the joining
And ever and always I dream of your heart.

I am the least, the least of my brethren
And I am the weakest of men that I know
And I cannot fathom a love to remember
And I am afraid it will go up in smoke.

I long for death as one still born
And all in the valley is dark and cold
And you are a light and gift to adorn
But I fear when I find you I will be much too old.

You are not my salvation and not my rest
Yet I am afloat and I cannot sleep
You are beauty inside me and mostly the best
And I dream that you are real.

"I do not deserve you," is the thing I say
And I am hardly able to call aloud
I feel the confusion and fear for the sway
But I feel alone and haunted right now.

I've never seen an angel
But I am still here
Faith is rewarded
Remember, my dear.

Quote of the Week XIV

"Political pragmatism dug this hole. Abandoning principle one more time won't help America or the Republican Party get out of it." (Vox Day)

Rescue Me

You are worthy oh my God
All your works declare you great
You are worthy Oh my Lord
Far above the highest things

Rescue me out from the pit
Rescue me for I am low
I cannot restore myself
Rescue me Lord; rescue me.

I have drug my weary heart
Through the mire of lustful sin
I feel I've made your goodness naught
I feel I've ruined everything.

Rescue me out from the pit
Rescue me for I am low
I cannot restore myself
Rescue me Lord; rescue me.

Thank you for my beating heart
And all the wonder deep inside
Thank you Lord for what you've done
In your shelter where I hide.

Rescue me out from the pit
Rescue me for I am low
I cannot restore myself
Rescue me Lord; rescue me.

Hear my cry, Lord, for I am faint
Do not leave me with this heart
Create in me what I cannot
Make me like your son.

Rescue me out from the pit
Rescue me for I am low
I cannot restore myself
Rescue me Lord; rescue me.

Keep Me Lord I Pray.

I cannot take the pain tonight
It hurts too much
It hurts too real.

I cannot raise my sword to fight
I have no strength
I only feel.

I am overwhelmed tonight
And all the world just turns and turns
I can never make it stop
While everything just burns and burns.

I am lost at sea tonight
And nothing ever gets quite through
And everything that I had held
Is now what's left and holding you.

I am not alone.

I wish the pain would stop tonight
I wish that it would go away
I am running out of fight
And I don't like to feel this way.

I don't see the end right now
But I know that it's there
And everything that isn't right
And everything that isn't fair--

I know that He will come again
Keep me Lord I pray.

Delta Blues

I have just discovered something monumental. It is called the Delta Blues. Sure I'd heard one or two songs in a movie here and there... but tonight I walked into a pub and there was this guy playing this music. He was up on stage playing the weirdest looking guitar I had ever seen. He was using a slide and singing things that... I am speechless... I have never heard anything like it before. It moved me in a way that, up till now, only Thomas Tallis and J.S. Bach had been able to do- and it wasn't just the songs, it was the style itself. I just do not know what to say...

Quote of The Week XIII

"For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also." (James 2:26)

On The Wishes Of The Burdened

To the dead and to the dying
It's not enough to live again
It's not enough to start it over
It's not enough at all my friends.

To the ones we always ever
See before our very eyes
You have gone and we are left here
But most of us just want to die.

To the ones we wish were with us
Life has never been the same
And ever since you left our presence
We just can't quite play this game.

To the ones who left too early
We just don't know what to say
We are lost and broke without you
And truth is hidden behind the pain.

To the ones who'd have us hate God
As if I could, as if I would
You never ever seem to get it
But I guess you never ever would.

To the stricken who lash and wander
To the ones who cannot cope
To the ones who find the bottle
And the ones who find the rope,

To the ones who pull the trigger
To the ones who cut and bleed
We all of us forget each other
We all of us forget we need.

To the ones whose drugs are faster
Faster than our medicine
To the ones who will not weather,
The ones who cannot rise again,

I and all of us before you
Know this world is full of pain
But we just wish that you would call us
so we could hear your voice again.

Identity

Where do I come from?
I just want to know
(thinking somehow I'll know then something).

If I come from nowhere
Where can I go?
(Perhaps it is nowhere and I wait to die).

Why can't I see you?
Inside my mind.
(Are you a figment of my broken soul?)

I do not know me
And I cannot find
(I have no hist'ry and nowhere to hide)

Please tell me something
Something that's true
(For I am a vapour yearning for you).

Please do not leave me
For I am all fear
(And I do not know, how to be here).

To My Love III

And then again and all at once
I couldn't hear and couldn't fight
And all my strength was washed away
And everything was hanging...

I don't know the smallest thing
And I can't hold to everything
and every single word I hear
Is like again to kill me dear...

I am so low
I am so low
Down here we go
Down here so low.

I never thought you'd ever hear
And all the dreams I wasted dear
I never thought that I would land
Just thought that I was drifting...

I always wanted just one thing
But never ever could begin
And every time I close my eyes
I see the dead before me...

I am so low
I am so low
Down here we go
Down here so low.

I used to think so many things
that now I think are terrible
And all the times I thought of you
I never thought you'd come...

I am dreaming of my God
And everyone is seeking Him
And I am running through the throng
Running home to Him...

I am so low
I am so low
Down here we go
Down here so low.

Until the day when every wrong
Is made to right- I can't go on
But on and on the world just goes
And all inside is broken...

But I hold out this very hope
And I just thought that you should know
And every time I think of you
I'll pray that you are flying...

Quote of the Week XII

"Why would you have Denny's lighting in your home?"

(From the illustrious thug, "Bonesey")

Why?

Have you ever thought about how bad things make you appreciate good things? For instance, if you are really thirsty, a tall cool glass of water is appreciated a lot more than if you are not. If you have been poor, money may be appreciated a lot more when you have it than if you had always had plenty. How many times have you realized just how much you cared for someone after it was too late (one way or another)? We all know of some things that we not only appreciate better after some sort of lack or suffering-- but also we know of things that we probably would not appreciate at all if we had not, "gone without."

It may very well be that the pain of this life is for something in "the next." I sure would like that. I think you would, too.

To My Love II

Will it be safe to hurt with you?
I hope so.
Will it be as I could hope
And will you take from me this coil?
And will you not turn me away
When you are not enough to cheer?

I will wait and hope some more
And everything that I wish for
Will be out there and me in here
As you are not yet with me dear.

I am not well tonight.
I hope that you are better off
But if you're not I'll still be here
But I am not enough to cheer
And if you're not I'll sit by you
A long way off until it's true
And if you're not remember this
I am broken, too.

Chalcedon

I was reading an entry from the Catholic Encyclopedia last night that was fascinating. I always love the amount of seemingly obscure historical detail found in the entries there (there is a link to the main page on the right). What I found the most interesting is all the drama and backdrop that was explained before getting to the stuff I had already heard. For instance, the council met somewhere else and then had to move to Chalcedon(near Constantinople) at the "request" of the emperor. Disputed issues of jurisdiction between Bishops were settled. Also, there was a giant controversy (discussed at the council) prior to the meetings that led to the death of a Bishop. And there was so much more. It reminded me of my life. I wonder how many times I have given a thirty-second version of something that involved sin, betrayal, and death. There is so much that we often leave out. Sometimes, perhaps, we shouldn't.

Christ Have Mercy

"One of illegitimate birth shall not enter the assembly of the Lord; even to the tenth generation none of his descendants shall enter the assembly of the Lord."

(Deuteronomy 23:2 NKJV)

I believe that the double-edged sword has laid the blow that no one else could really make. It seems to me that here and now the Holiness of God brings fear. And so we must fear the Lord. I begin to see the holiness of the Lord as something that is not peripheral. It is not something abstract. It is not something that makes me at all comfortable with myself. Christ have mercy.

Hallelujah

Life so hard I cannot take
And pain so heavy I cannot stand
Another brick and I will break
My load is like a sea of sand.

Oh the joy of just one glimpse
And how I love the slightest breeze
And dreaming on now ever since
I fear the fear my heart will seize.

I cannot bear the pain today
And in this moment I can't stand
I am never here this way
And in this sea I see no land.

Michael row my boat somewhere
Please, I beg of you
Place within my heart somehow
A hallelujah to see me through.

The Fallen And Me A Step Behind

I was just thinking about my dad, my uncle, Richard Harrington III, Mike, Chris, Jess, Doug, Lauren, and Nick. I miss them and I can't get any of them back. I wish they were all still here. In James 1:17 it says, "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning." (NKJV)

I wonder when I read that. No variation. The God who does the one thing is the same God who does another. There is no shadow of turning. The God who raises the dead is the same God who cuts down men like wheat. The way He was then is the way He is now. He is the same in the old testament as He is in the new. The scriptures say that God is constant.

Sometimes I find that hard to swallow, but other times, I realize that I need Him to be, or all those people that I can't get back... well, I sometimes realize that if God changes, I am doomed.

Thank you Lord, for being the rock of my salvation. Grief assails me heavy and hard-- Oh Lord, do not delay.

James and Spiritual Discipline

I have been muddling my way through trying to memorize the book of James (it's in the Bible for those of my readers outside the circle of contextual knowing). I am almost through two chapters and I have to say I really think that I could do a better job of it. I think that I really haven't made faster progress because I haven't put in more frequent (or smarter) practice.

Memorization is a wonderful spiritual discipline. It is, however, quite obviously, a discipline. Let us not forget that work is not antithetical to grace.

To My Love I

I am the dead one, the low one
I am the weak one, the bad one
I am always stuck, but never still
And I do fear the coming kill.

I've spent nothing, but nothing's here
And all my labours dissapear
The darkness without is not the fear
It's the darkness within that scares me dear.

I have not the wherewithal
To stand up strait and stand up tall
I seem to stand-- and that upright
But like a puppet, it's the strings I fight.

And all the world conspires again
And I am ready for the blow
And all my fears are justified
I just thought that you should know.

You are probably being great
And being someone I am not
While I am doing things I hate
And hating all the things I've got.

If I could claw my way up there
To the light I've rarely seen
Perhaps I'd catch a glimpse of you
But only God can intervene.

Quote of the Week XI

"Grace, we must learn, is opposed to earning, not to effort."

(From the series introduction by Dallas Willard found in Love Your God With All Your Mind by J.P. Moreland)

Going Back?

I feel mostly unprepared. We shall see.

In every war there is a turning point. There is always a turn. Why not today?

The Joy of Eating and the Death of America I

Have you ever wondered how the joy of cooking gets lost in fast food? Probably not. The thing to consider, however, is have you ever wondered how the joy of eating gets lost in fast food? Micky D's is the symptom of a dying culture. Fast food is not a joy-- it is nothing compared to a good meal with friends and family. Everything about fast food is a sign of the death of a people. Drive through windows, service right now, greasy cheap food. Even if you think it tastes good, it isn't good for you.

When you are eating in a car, your day is not going well. Life has seasons. Life has rhythms. Life has ebbs and flows. Fast food denies this. The quality of the food denies this. The place you eat it denies this. The speed at which it comes to you denies this. The isolation denies this. Fast food is not the problem. The existence of fast food is a symptom. It is the symptom of the death of a culture. There should be joy in eating-- fast food robs you of that joy. Search for the joy. Search for it.

Slowly Fading

You know, dying is a funny thing. We all die in one way or another. Maybe this is a weird way to look at it, but it seems to be true. On your way out, how do you want to be treated? I have often thought that certain things were a bad idea on the way out. Now, I wonder. Sometimes it's true what they say, "you don't know; you weren't there."

August 26

Tomorrow when the polls open up at 7am for the primaries, I will be off to my polling place to cast my vote. If you do not know where your polling location is,

click here.

Tomorrow looks to be an exciting day. If anyone has any questions let me know.

Republican Primary

Tomorrow is the Republican primary in my Area. I look forward to voting. I am currently planning on voting for Schaeffer Cox for State House for district 7 (among other things). Hope all is well with you voters out there.

(Subtlety and Chuckles)

Some dreams are better than others. Some goals are worthy, some are not. You cannot always have what you want at a given time. Thankfully, we don't get all our dreams. We just do not always see how our dreams are good or bad. You know, as I have gotten older, I have realized that I want so much less out of life than I once did. I dream of little things. But simple and "little" are not always unprofound. The little things are so much more than we often think.

There is one thing I would like to remind myself of. Not everything that I want that I cannot have is bad. There is little reason not to try for that which is good. There is little reason to be dismayed when you fail at good dreams. Just stay away from the bad ones.

Christmas

And on that day a child did come
And we who were not there were saved
And when the star shone after that
wise men from the east came there.

That God should come himself a man
And we His creatures be relieved
Oh the joy they felt that day
And now again remembered here.

What shall we say in memory?
And what might we so small and weak,
Bring our Lord on this sweet day?
This day that God was born with us.

Oh sweet child we sing to thee
For you are great and now are born
And all our hopes did come that day-
Except that you will come again.

Quote of the week X

"5. Which rope is stronger? The green or the blue one? Those of you who answered this question doubtless know something the rest of us don't. You might enjoy ice-climbing."

(John Sherman. Page 105 of Sherman Exposed: Slightly Censored Climbing Stories. The Mountaineers; Seattle: 1999.)

In one moment

Kings have been deposed in a single day. In a single moment, we can gain or lose more than we ever thought possible. Our stride can be broken. Something can hold us down. Oh yes, it does not matter whether or not we are moving. But why do we forget, why do I forget, that what can be undone in one moment can be exceeded in the next. I always remember that it can get worse. I always forget that it can always get better. So much can happen in one moment.

Return

I'm going to Item again. It has been awhile. I fully expect dire conditions. I wish you all the best.

In Brief On Hurt

Sometimes hurts are buried so deep that we can't get to them directly without ripping ourselves apart. Sometimes we have to unpack one thing at a time, as it were. Sometimes we have to approach the healing process slowly. But of course, we have to approach it. Time heals nothing. Healing may take time, but you cannot just wait around and get better. There may be a great pain buried deep down inside, but it doesn't have to come out all at once.

Quote of the Week IX

"The American people are incredibly forgiving, but John Edwards violated a basic sense of public dignity and personal morality. The fact that his wife, Elizabeth, is in the fight of her life with cancer only adds to the public's sense of outrage at his violation of his marital vows. His repeated lies added fuel to the fire. On top of all this, the narcissism and recklessness of his affair revealed a poisonous disregard for his responsibilities, his supporters, his family, his friends, and the public."

Albert Mohler 2008

Invasion

You know, I have never experienced a physical invasion. Reading about the

goings on in Georgia

has got me thinking. This may seem like a tacky stretch, but I'm actually thinking about the worldview clash. What messages are trying to invade the sovereign territory of my worldview? And is that territory really sovereign?

Mountains and Philosophers

I have added two new links to the resources column on the right. One is to Peakware World Mountain Encyclopedia and the other is to The Stanford Encyclopedia of philosophy.

The first is a promising new database of mountains (to wet the appetite of climbers all over) and the second is a top-notch online philosophy reference that I highly recommend.

Quote of the Week VIII

"If somebody's willing to kill for you, die for you, and help you bury a dead body without asking questions first, that's all you can possibly hope to find in a friend or a spouse. No rational creature can possibly demand slavish devotion to anticipating its momentary whims; stay very far away from any man or woman who does."

-Vox Day, 2008

Get Me

All laid out in fine array
I see the liars here right now
I listen to their flattery
And know that they don't care somehow.

They listen to my every word
But I know they don't feel a thing
And though they feign an interest now
It's only that they think me king.

And sore and shocked they'll surely be
When they find me just a prince
And when He comes they'll bow the knee
But who then could they convince?

There are plenty of tricks that one can learn
And people are mostly open fools
No one's special here at all
And power flows from certain rules.

Yet all the world I dream tonight
To find just one who won't pretend
Am I a fool to want this thing?
And what will happen in the end?

"The Heart of the Church"

Very little else in the Christian Scriptures is as certain, sure, and repeated throughout as the doctrine of predestination. You do not have to understand it. You do not have to be able to immediately reconcile it with other doctrines you believe are "taught" in the Bible. You certainly do not have to like it. It is simply not possible, however, to read the Bible and miss the teaching of predestination-- both implicitly and explicitly, both by content and by the word itself, and both in the new and old testaments. The Bible contains the doctrine of predestination almost as surely as it contains the doctrine of the existence of God-- and more surely than the doctrine of the trinity (which no one "inside the pale" disputes). This is how Paul's letter to the Ephesians opens:

Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, To the saints who are in Ephesus, and faithful in Christ Jesus: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ. Just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He made us accepted in the Beloved. In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace which He made to abound toward us in all wisdom and prudence, having made known to us the mystery of His will, according to His good pleasure which He purposed in Himself, that in the dispensation of the fullness of the times He might gather together in one all things in Christ, both which are in heaven and which are on earth--in Him. In Him also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestined according to the purpose of Him who works all things according to the counsel of His will, that we who first trusted in Christ should be to the praise of His glory. In Him you also trusted, after you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation: in whom also, having believed, you were sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise, who is the guarantee of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, to the praise of His glory. Therefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, do not cease to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers: that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, the eyes of your understanding being enlightened: that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe, according to the working of His mighty power which He worked in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places, far above all principality and power and might and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this age but also in that which is to come. And He put all things under His feet, and gave Him to be head over all things to the church. (Ephesians 1 NKJV)

People in the Church still manage to say things like, "I don't believe in predestination," and, "the God I believe in would never do something like that." I have been thinking about why someone would ever want to hold on to the Bible and still try (hopelessly) to maintain statements like these. May I suggest a failure on the part of our pastors? Surely this is the case (although not the only thing going on by any means). Many pastors do not preach on predestination. Many people do not study much on their own. Therefore: many people do not have informed beliefs about predestination, let alone right beliefs. It is time for a change in the consciousness of the Church in America concerning predestination. Well, there is that or slow spiritual death, I suppose.

A Brief Thought On Faith and Reason

‘there is no reason without faith, and no faith without reason: they are inextricably connected. They appear disjointed and opposed only when reason is understood in the narrow sense of positivism and faith is understood in the narrow sense of fideism.’ (Alban McCoy, An Intelligent Person’s Guide to Catholicism, (Continuum), p. 3.)

I couldn't agree more. Having spent eight months studying this very topic for a paper I wrote, I understand these words in a way that I could not have before. Try and separate them. I dare you. Faith and Reason are joined at the hip-- have at it if you like though.

On Failure

Failure is always a hard thing to cope with. Sometimes it's hard because our expectations were not met. We really thought that we could do better than that (and by extension, rightly or wrongly, we really thought we were better than that). Sometimes it is hard because it is embarrassing or shameful. We may have failed in front of others and they now think less of us (or we think they do, anyways). Of course, other times failure could be hard because it means we lose something. You fail at fidelity and you might lose your wife. You fail on a climb in the mountains and you might lose your friends life. You fail on a test (or series of tests) and you lose an opportunity to go to a school that you had hoped would furnish you with certain opportunities that you really do not think you will get anywhere else.

Failure is often hard for all sorts of reasons. I think that when we fail, we can react in a host of different ways. Some of those ways, though, are failures themselves. Getting back up is not always so easy. I hope that we all remember God when we fail. Let us not despise his rebuke and correction.

John, Barrack, and the Optimism I Found at DeadHorse

Does it get you down, thinking about choosing between McCain and Obama? Are you tempted to sit this one out? Do you find yourself thinking that maybe if these are the choices it just doesn't matter? Well, I sympathize with you. I would like to suggest, however, that you not forgo your local and state elections while in the throughs of a national voting depression. Primaries are coming up in Alaska and other states. Think a little smaller scale and consider trusting in God even when your choices seem... less than ideal. Voting is not something you should take for granted. And don't forget, you can always write in Mickey Mouse for president.

Fictional Emotional Undisciplined Expression

In the latest Batman installment, the character of Rachel Dawes says to Bruce Wayne, "Don't make me your only hope for a normal life." I thought that was just a bit on the odd side. It seemed like she really wanted to say something else (and maybe meant something else), but said that instead. I think she should have stuck to something like, "I really don't want to date you." I mean we all have "conflicting" feelings now and again, but does every feeling need a voice? If you were to voice all of your feelings all the time to a person, then every time they were in conflict you would confuse the person you were speaking to. Ask yourself this, "do I really want to confuse the people I care about?"

Quote of the Day (Chuckle)

Being a Christian has nothing whatsoever to do with being nice. And all are fallen, every single one. Some of us simply see little point in trying to hide our flaws. Now, your mileage may vary, but I happen to prefer open and snarling disagreement to the false smiles, whispers, and knives in the back that permeate so much of Churchianity.

- Vox Day

"I don't want to survive. I want to live." -- This from the fat cartoon captain in "Wall-E". I am definiely with him on this one.

Of Dreams And Reality

My my how things have gone
And how they change so suddenly
Even though the work was on
It's always only the fruit we see.

But while we slept oblivious
And dreamed of things that could not be
The Ghost came deep inside of us
And planted seeds we could not see.

And now the dreams grow out from in
And we are shocked to find them there
For we had looked for foolishness
But found much better weights to bear.

Do you wonder at the way?
Or do you ponder on the why?
Yet here we are with these things
The Ghost has placed in us to fly.

Shift

There then I saw a thing
A thing I had not thought to see
And though it looked askance at me
I knew where I would want to be.

To shift this way and see anew
Is a thing that's hard to do
And all the old ways must perchance
Be undone far in advance.

Before the new might come to light
That I might walk so upright
And see the world in this new way
For I have seen a thing today.

Happy Thoughts Of Things Gone Wrong?

Looking back you made me think
And really not so long ago
And though we never speak these days
I wonder what you really wanted.

The feelings just don't go away
And like a glacier I move on
It seems like there was more to say
But maybe yet again I'm wrong.

Although the trust just isn't there
And all our hearts went through a sieve
I'd like to think some pleasant things
And maybe just one more thing to give.

Goals and Dreams

Sometimes when you cannot sleep things come to you. Sometimes the things that come to you are unexpected and frightening. God has his ways. I trust Him a lot more than I trust you...and a whole lot more than I trust myself. I dream of peace. I dream of a happy sleep that is only interrupted by a sweet smell and soft skin. I guess we all have dreams. I know I am looking forward to a day of peace-- in this life, or the next. What are you looking forward to?

A Doctor For The Healthy?

Me and the worst of us are lined up today
See us in our fancy armour in our great array
We coat the field like dust and filth
And when we march the earth is moved.

Me and mine are on the move
And with our strength we must prove
That all your goodness will come to naught
And you are helpless and distraught.

The times you fall we rise to cheer
And in the night we feed on fear
All that shines we seek to dull
And crush and break the honest skull.

Think not for what you wish to see
For we will take it far from thee
Think not on all those things above
For we are here to crush your love.

Me and the worst of us are want to hide
And in the corners of your heart reside
We wait for you to rise and hope it's high
For when you fall from there you'll surely die.

There will be blood
Or so I'm told
And so I've thought for oh so long
And though I've never feared the time
I wonder now how you'll hold on.

There will be pain
there always was
And I am not above that price
And all we've sold is naught today
But we will feel it when it comes.

There will be love
I think you'll see
And it will surprise you at the time
But all the pain that came before
Will keep it hid I think you'll see.

There will be blood
Someone must pay
And we will give as we must
And though we wish it otherwise
There is just this one way.

And Things Always Work Out-- But Not Necessarily The Way You Thought

So I wasn't thinking about it but now I am. "Things don't always work out the way you plan..." Sounds like something I would say, but that wasn't me. But now I am thinking about it. (Which means that I can share the "worry" load)... good times... worth it... hmmm...

There Are These Things

There are these things we hope we'll find
And sometimes when we do
It stops us short and makes us blind
In darkness we see through.

There are these times we wish would stop
But on and on they go
And though we shout and cry in tears,
Wishing makes nothing so.

There are these people we really love
And sometimes far too late
We realize we hadn't said enough
But too late is just too late.

Have you ever wondered about the importance of distinguishing between category and magnitude?

Until We Meet Again

The death of a friend is always difficult. I really wish it weren't so. I do not wish it was different because I do not like the difficulty. I wish it was different because I wish you were still with us. I miss you Nick. I miss you a lot. I am sorry our time together here had to end so soon. It will never be the same without you. Farewell until we meet again.

Mornings

I am not what you would call a morning person. I once had a girlfriend who said she liked mornings best-- we're not together anymore (and I still can't find a dash on my keyboard). The thing is, although it is pregnant with possibility-- I'm not around to see it. New day, new chances-- sure, but how about new afternoon, new chances? Anyways, when I awake like a zombie and head for the bathroom, the last thing I want to hear is... well, anything. I don't want to hear any music. I don't want to hear any questions. I don't want to see anything you have to show me. I figure that if it's good at nine in the morning, it will be good at noon.

This is not to say that I haven't learned to live with other people-- I just (like everyone else I have ever met) like things a certain way. If there is any noise in the morning, I want to be the cause of it (right now, one of you is thinking that I am going to be horrified if I ever have kids-- I guess I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it). I know pastors that love mornings-- I don't know what that is like. I do know, that I love late-night conversations, however-- and those certainly do not go well with early mornings.

So if you are one of those people who just love mornings-- fear not, I will not take them from you. You can have them. They are all yours. I will see you sometime after noon.

The District 7 State House Race

As many of you know, Schaeffer Cox is running against Mike Kelly in district 7 this summer. If anyone is interested, Schaeffer is holding a barbecue at Ballaine lake on Farmer's Loop on Saturday from noon-8pm. If you want to show support or ask him questions, or even just look him in the eye to size him up-- you should stop by Ballaine lake.

Welcome Back... To Myself

I have been away from the internet for awhile. I apologize for not giving notice of my absence prior. It is a wonderful fairbanks summer again. I am happy to return to the blogosphere.

Quote of the Week VII

Whether the treatment of that portion of our knowledge which lies within the province of pure reason advances with that undeviating certainty which characterizes the progress of science, we shall be at no loss to determine. If we find those who are engaged in metaphysical pursuits unable to come to an understanding as to the method which they ought to follow; if we find them, after the most elaborate preparations, invariably brought to a stand before the goal is reached, and compelled to retrace their steps and strike into fresh paths, we may then feel quite sure that they are far from having attained to the certainty of scientific progress, and may rather be said to be merely groping about in the dark. (Kant, Immanuel. "Critique of Pure Reason" Barnes and Noble; New York: 2004)

Quote of The Week VI

When testing world views we cannot presuppose the truth of a given context or framework, for that is precisely what is being tested. Combinationalism cannot be a test for the context (or model) by which the very facts, to which the combinationalists appeal, are given meaning. An apologist, for example cannot legitimately appeal to the miracle of Christ's resurrection as a proof for the existence of God. Unless there was already a God to perform that miracle (or act of God), the ressurection could not be a miraculous confirmation of God's existence. Acts of God presuppose a God who can act. And to presuppose a God who can act in order to prove by one of his acts that he exists is viciously circular reasoning.

(Norman Geisler. Page 129 of "Christian Apologetics". Baker Book House; Grand Rapids: 2006)

The Heart Is Held

But what could I give you if I wished?
And what could take the death from you again?
And all this talk of leaving so far gone for now
And every kiss a bitter memory.
But in these things you still remain
The questions and the still-born pain
These things I carry in my sack
That weigh me down and keep me back
These things that keep you close to me
Are never things I want to see.
And never do I let them go
But I'm not holding on, you know,
And it makes one wonder how that works,
And how the pain makes muscle-jerks
And all the symptoms here to see
But never answers for you or me,
But never answers for you or me.

And Never On My Own

The things that God has brought me through often surprise me. They are often things that I would never have imagined I could handle (and in a sense, it is often the case that "I" did not handle them by myself). It also comes as a surprise to me what circumstances actually bring me to my knees. The body has one head. The body will be one- let us remember him who has promised things through it.

It occurs to me that life must be a whole or nothing at all. The reason is simple, I cannot live in pieces. I cannot live in parts. I am one person and I cannot live as two or three or four. Integrating the parts must be my goal.

Panamerica and Beyond- Extrem Events Style

So I ran into Karl Bushby the other day and he was talking with two gentlemen from Germany. As it turns out, one of them was Matthias Jeschke, who was the driving force behind the 2006 trip from Prudhoe Bay to the tip of south America in three vehicles running on biofuels. It was a brilliant trip-- not only did they run on biofuels for more than fifteen-thousand miles, but they also broke the time record (they finished the drive in fifteen days). They have something else a little more spicy planned and I suggest you check it out. On a side note, the other fellow's name was Joachim- I've never met anyone named after that particular king of Israel before. Cheers Gents!

Quote of the Week V

The discipline of silence is the voluntary and tempory abstention from speaking so that certain spiritual goals might be sought

(From pg 184 of Donald Whitney's "Spiritual Disciplines For The Christian Life" NavPress; Colorado Springs: 1991)

On Boston

You know the thing I like about Boston? The thing I like is the size. You know it is right on the coast, but as near as an hour and a half from the mountains. There are about a million people- and a charming number of one way streets. There is a lovely new artistic bridge- and the old hideous expressway is no more. Plenty of pubs that serve decent clam chowder and a whole lot of music. I've always been partial to the BMFA and the Boston Museum of science often has exhibits I would tend to classify as "cool". There is plenty to visit, plenty to see, and if you like history-- well, for America, there is more than you can shake a fist at.

Quote of the Week IV

"Is there a problem here at all? According to Goldman, 'Plantinga owes us an answer to the question precisely what cognitive faculties are there, and which ones must be functioning properly for a given belief to be justified?' But why do I owe us an answer to that question? No doubt it would be nice to have one, and no doubt a really complete theory would include something like such an account. But this just means that without such an answer my account is incomplete-- which of course it is. For Goldman, on the other hand, the problem is not incompleteness, but something much more debilitating: we can see that no matter which level of generality we select, the analysis will give us the wrong results. No analogue of that problem, so far as I can see, afflicts my account."

(Plantinga, Alvin. "Warrant and Proper Function" page 29. Oxford University Press; New York: 1993)

Unexplained Notes On The Twenty-Seventh of March (ever expanding in mystic profundity)

Early Rise. Late Start. Close call. The Lord be praised. Coffee and Pancakes.

Listened to 1980 debate between Dr. R.C. Sproul and Dr. Greg Bahnsen on apologetics methodologies (Classical Synthesis and Presuppositionalism)

Ordered Chinese Food, will probably be here in about an hour- who's excited? (and how do you type a dash instead of a hyphen anyways?)

Chipped ice in front of apartment door- safety level is up 67%.

Eating an egg-roll right now- it is amazing.

Practiced guitar.

Found and copied a few choice definitions.

Took a Star-Trek break. Those Zindi are really gonna get it.

Quote of the Week III

"Really? That's too bad." He smiled. "May I suggest something? The next time you decide to call God, call me. Call God by calling me." To my religious ears, his suggestion sounded profane. Did this guy think he was God? He checked himself, as though reading my mind. "Not that I'm God or anything," he said. "Lucky for both of us, I'm not. But God does speak to me through other people, and I'm fairly confident he's able to speak to you through someone like me."

(from Nate Larkin's book "Samson and the Pirate Monks: Calling Men to Authentic Brotherhood" Thomas Nelson Inc. Nashville: 2006)

Quote of the Week II

"For now, to survive, I choose both acceptance and indignation. Then, even though your loss will never be okay, someday I will be." (Molly Fumia. "Safe Passage Words to Help the Grieving". Conari Press: 2003.)

Somethings cannot be undone by us. Sometimes we get in so far over our heads that we really are unable to fix it. I would like for the world to be a great place to live. I would like to fix all its problems. I cannot.

I am almost overwhelmed by the pain I see in the world sometimes. It is truly a nasty place. Reality is brutal at times. And we are so weak. Lord have mercy upon us. If you blink, we will perish.

A Note About Powerlessness

Someone I knew just committed suicide. If I were to carry the metaphor out further- would I say that that person lost the war? In the aftermath of tragedy like this all my words fail me. What could I possibly say? What could I possibly do? I cannot make it right. I cannot turn back time. I am powerless to help those left behind. And I feel a great pain and sadness that makes me think maybe I should take the problem of evil more seriously- perhaps not for the philosopher, mind you, but for the grieving parent, for my friends.

I have always expected life to turn out bad. I have always wondered why some expected otherwise. But what parent could hope for anything but good things for their child? There are so many things in life we might wish to understand. There are so many things that we do not. Today and for a time I will mourn. Today and for a time we will all mourn. That, at least, makes sense.

Christian Cadre

I have stumbled upon a great resource. I wish I had found this a long time ago. If you are interested in Apologetics, the audio section of this site has links to all of my favourite places plus a few I had not heard of before. Quite a lot of work. My hat is off to the chaps at Christian Cadre. There is a link to the homepage on the side to your right (under the heading, "other resources"). Go and check it out.

Quote of the Week I

"The Roman Catholic apologists have worked out elaborate arguments to prove that theology and philosophy cover clearly differentiated domains of reality and follow clearly differentiated methods of investigation. Philosophy is said to deal with the domain of the natural reason, and Christianity is said to deal with the domain of faith. Theology, says Jacques Maritain, presupposes certain 'fundamental truths of the natural order as an introduction to the faith.' On the other hand, 'The premises of philosophy are self-supported and are not derived from those of theology'" (Van Til, Cornelius. "Christian Apologetics". P&R Publishing. Phillipsburg: 2003.)

Introduction To The Quote Of The Week.

I am going to start posting a "quote of the week" every week. I will not comment on it myself in a post for several days (if at all). I will, however, respond to comments on the quote. I (as always) encourage comments (dissenting, and the occasional "amen", as one sees fit). We shall see how she goes.

Responsibility and Control

Have you ever dreamed of something that seemed impossible? Have you ever woke up one morning only to find that not only was it possible, but because you had thought it impossible, you had not prepared for it- and now it was highly unlikely? Have you ever thought to yourself, "I'm stuck, and it is my own fault."? I have something to say about all this. As many people know, what you believe affects how you act. As fewer people know, you are not exactly in complete control of what you believe (try to stop believing that your mother,at one time, was alive and existed- go ahead and tell me what kind of genuine control you have over that). This means that in an important sense, you are not in complete control over how you act. You are, however, pretty well responsible for how you act. There is a tension that should haunt you a bit. Or perhaps it should haunt you a lot. I ask myself sometimes, "how did I get here?" It is not always so readily apparent.

The Dirtiness of Self

I have always disliked Wal-Mart. Every time I go into one of their stores I feel out of place. I feel extremely uncomfortable. I have nothing against big business in principle mind you- so it is not that. I have often wondered just what it is that bothers me so much about Wally World. I have never been able to figure it out. Sure, the people are fatter, poorer, and dirtier than in other stores (and at least half of the customers always seem to be wearing sweat-pants), but I do not feel out of place in an inner-city setting, or a third-world setting (both of which often have poorer and dirtier people... although not usually fatter). And let us not forget that I am not rich and I have read and accepted the book of James (among others). So the people do not seem to be sufficient reason for me to be disturbed every time I walk into a Wal-Mart. There is the huge amount of cheap crap for sale- but other places (like the Christmas Tree shop, or Building 19) which also sell loads of crap do not weird me out in the slightest. There is the "heard-of-sheep-grazing" set-up in the store that appeals to a particular type of consumerism that offers almost no concern for the product offered and very little customer service. It's all just "help yourself", if you will. That still does not seem like enough to really get under my skin, though.

So What could it be? Well, I am still not really sure. However, I think that the whole poverty of the place might remind me of everything I see as cheap and dirty in myself. Perhaps I need to come to terms (in some manner of speaking) with all of the work yet to be done by God in my own life. Perhaps I still hate myself a little too much and don't really like to be reminded of it. I suppose time will tell. Thank God for His faithfulness.

Brief Moments Out

I had some amazing cream-puff things tonight. They were really fabulous. And I don't even care how that sounds. Sometimes you just have to take a break and eat.

And Then

And then I said, "I love you."
And all the world apart
And Oh the silence when it fell,
It took with it my heart.

And then it was that I did doubt
That you were ever real
And all the things you never did
Took on a different feel.

And then you said, "I'm leaving."
And all the doubt was gone
And apparently it mattered most
That you would feel a certain way.

War With Self

Some people have asked me why I consider it necessary to view my own life as a war with myself. The anonymous have claimed it was disturbing. Some have thought it over the top. Many have not had the faintest idea what I mean by, "War With Self". Now I normally don't like to answer questions- and so usually I just shrug and remain silent. This night, however, I choose to speak. It is not that many would listen- and the ones who ask and complain and object are the least likely to listen to what I have to say here. The truth of the matter is that I spent most of my life with a self-loathing that some would find hard to believe. People didn't understand. People didn't even usually see it. I would think to myself, "they just don't understand because they have led better lives than I have. They have not screwed up the way I have. Some of them probably don't even really know what regret is." Now I may know better now (a bit, anyways), but that was then and then is never now.

With the dismal view of myself that I had, it was easy for me to accept that I could never reach God on my own. The Christian view of humanity fit perfectly with my own experience. When I read, "In Adam's fall, we sinned all," I felt a chord struck inside deep down. I knew what that meant. When I first heard the term, "total depravity" I thought, "what an apt description of my own miserable self."

This miserable self had zero recourse available in its noetic structure to fall back upon from within. And that which you hate is usually your enemy- and enemies must be slain in war. If they are not, you, yourself will be slain. And what did I hate more than anything else? What did I hate more than my dead father, more than the pain, more than the hostile cruel joke of a world? What did I hate more than the evil without? I hated the evil within. I transferred the evil within to be all of me- and so I hated myself. And something had to give. Something had to go. Only blood would bring peace.

But while I took total depravity to be something other than it was- namely that I was as bad as I could be, or that I was all bad, I was partly right, and it is very hard to shake a lie that is mostly true. I believed myself to be worthless, depraved and destitute of value. I was a fatalist long before I ever heard the name of John Calvin- and no amount of arminian-handwaving-bullshit would ever shake the error out of me. The vacuousness of the whole system (if you can even call it that) was ineffective in instilling anything but terror in my young mind (and you should know that it was only a thorough study of the doctrine of predestination that began to shake the fatalistic hopeless lies). The extent of the fall was not clear to me, but I had this hope (inconsistent though it was): though I could not reach God at all in this life, yet when I died or He returned He would make things right and fix what was broken. I awaited the second coming as one awaits air support when pinned down in battle. I had no hope for this life- I expected only suffering and misery. And this was deserved- as if all of life was a long purgatory. I was guilty of believing everything that Nietzsche claimed Christians believed. And I am sure I was not alone.

In this structure of belief, the idea of war is of course apt. All is bad; all must be destroyed. In the end it will be set right- until then you will fight to the death. Of course I was at war with myself. The full extent of the gospel was not yet clear to me (not to imply that I have arrived now, but...).

I was not, however, all bad. This life is not a lost cause. It did not turn out to be true that hope was only for the "after-life". And yet I still hang on to this imagery of warring with myself.

The truth is that it is a serious thing to deny yourself, pick up your cross, and follow Jesus. I cannot demand metaphors of others. I do, however, choose my own. I may have good things, I may not have lost out for this life, but that does not mean that I am in no need of crucifixtion. I still sin. I still see darkly. I still rage against the right. I am still at war. I am at war with myself.

Late and Great I Feel A Void

I do not know about you, but I am still not sure it has really hit me yet. Sir Edmund Hillary is dead. I know it happened more than a month ago- but somehow I still feel like I am in shock. It is very similar to the way I felt after Alex Lowe died. Edmund Hillary was the first man to step on top of the highest mountain on the planet. I wish I had words to describe... I do not have them. I am sad to see him gone.

Cornelius Van Til

I have been tearing apart another book for my upcoming senior thesis: namely, "Christian Apologetics" by Cornelius Van Til. I think what impresses me most is how close he gets to the line of rude without actually going over it. He is truly unapologetic for his methodology of apologetics and its source in Reformed Theology. I think that he has displayed a different kind of honesty in practice (but not in principle) than Antony Flew. His honesty leads him to the very heart of the matter on every real point of contention between men: that is, their presuppositions. Van Til refers to this at one point as the colored glasses that a man sees the world through. If you change the glasses, you will change the way in which he sees everything he encounters.

I like his exposition on presuppositions. I have always sought after knowledge. I have always wanted to know things. At some point, however, you cannot keep going back in the chain of knowing. At some point the buck has to stop. Presuppositions are those things we hold first. Dr. Van Til does an admirable job explaining this. I cannot say a thing bad about this book yet. I will let you know if anything comes to mind though.

Another One Down

I finished Antony Flew's new book ("There Is A God...") last week. It was a very interesting case to examine. Dr. Flew had been perhaps the worlds most distinguished Atheist philosopher up until 2004 when he publicly mentioned that he now believed in a divine intelligence (of sorts, a god, if you will). This book which he just published last year (which has a longer subtitle in case you were wondering about the "...") describes how he came to believe that there is a god. I was most intrigued by his critical comments on other atheists. They were not all what one is used to (as critiques usually come from ardent theists, not reluctantly converted atheists). He says of his own journey to a belief in a god, that he merely followed the evidence wherever it went. I was delighted by his honesty and level-headedness. And seriously, some of the critical comments he has received from former fellow atheists has been shamefull- Dawkins has made some particularly unprofessional comments about Flew's age. The book was a very interesting read.

My First District Convention

I went to my first district convention this past weekend. It was wonderful. There was discussion and debate. There was voting and eating. It lasted more than six hours (or was it eight... I lost track of time). Wonderful chili. And I felt like I was into something. Really it was a great experience. I learned a lot and I even got to speak to my neighbors. I highly recommend it to anyone, really. Just try it out once, you may get hooked.

The Irrational Atheist

I finished Vox Day's book "The Irrational Atheist" about a week ago and I feel obligated to tell everyone that never before has anyone used footnotes like that. Truly something else. Bravo I say.

On Choosing Your Words

Cornelius Van Til once said, "There can be no intelligable reasoning unless those who reason together understand what they mean by their words." ("Christian Apologetics" P&R Publishing. Phillipsburg, 2003 p98) I cannot think of a better way to say that. Some people become exasperated when you choose your words carefully- and they sometimes become even more frustrated when you take their own words seriously. The thing is, if you want to actually have some sort of exchange with another person- you have to know what they are saying- and they need to know what you are saying. It just does not do to be fast and loose with any language. At some point, you will really have to be patient if you actually desire to communicate with someone. As an aside, I might remind you that after you take the time to be careful with particular words in a particular exchange, you are free to return to using particular words however you wish, but anyways...

In western analytic philosophy discussions are often begun by defining terms. This is important for philosophers because without it confusion may arise that prevents meaningful discourse. No one wants to be accused of equivocation- least of all a good western analytic philosopher. Equivocation, however, is hard to avoid if you are not careful with your words. English is especially vulnerable to this type of confusion as many of our words have multiple meanings. What bothers me is the attitude I encounter about discussions of all kinds. Being careful with your words is not something that is only important for philosophers. Let them teach you something for goodness sakes. Take a lesson from all their hard work- even if that is all you take (not that I am advocating that of course).

It seems that people want to be heard, but don't want to think before they speak. It seems that people want you to understand them, but they do not want to take the time to understand you. People write book reviews without having finished a book. People spend their time in conversation thinking about what they are going to say next rather than listening to what you are saying now. People are honestly offended when you point out something inconsistent that they have said- all too often they do not even stop to consider your motivation for pointing it out- and act as if they are more concerned with being seen as right than actually being right. You may even find your friends getting upset if you try and coax a little care in language out of them- somehow they can forget that you love them, care about them, and can generally be trusted.

I have known for a long time that love is more important than knowledge. The thing is (and this particularly for Americans), that is a proposition that is either true or false. If you come down one way or another on that proposition, you will act one way or another in life. To say then, that you think love is more important- this does not at all mean that knowledge and reasoning are unimportant. The very idea that helping your brother is more important than understanding something is a piece of understanding!

So please, everyone, remember who you are talking to and ask yourself if you really want to communicate with them. If you do, you will likely have to choose your words. It won't hurt too bad once you get used to it.

Still haven't forgotten

To my commenter from Sydney: I will respond very soon.

Charters of Some Importance

I have just posted a new link under "other resources" on the right side of this page. The new link will take you to the National Archives web page where you can view the Constitution, The Amendments to the Constitution (including the Bill of Rights, of course), the Declaration of Independence, and such. It is a good page with both text and pictures of the original documents. No one should be without it- how else will you know when your elected officials are breaking an oath they swore? I labeled the link "The Constitution of the United States of America"- does anyone think I should just label it "National Archives"? Let me know.

Tomorrow's Presidential Preference Pole.

Tomorrow is the day here in town. It's ok to vote, really it is. I promise I won't tell. You can go ahead and vote, really you can.

For Those Who Work Half The Year to Pay Direct and Indirect Taxes, Let Us Think

"The government that governs least is the government that governs best."
-Ron Paul, speaking on the founding fathers

Why is it that so many people think that the government should hold their hands? Why is it that people who say they want lower taxes and do not approve of the national debt act offended when their own personal projects have their government funding threatened? If you want lower taxes, if you want more money in your pocked, if you want the government to be less involved in your life, if you want the congress to have a balanced budget- something just has to give. We have to spend less money; And Let me just say that the government is not going to stop building and maintaining roads and it would be a very bad idea to stop paying the military. The government is not our mamma. And if you want to be left alone, if you want lower taxes, if you want a balanced budget- programs have to go- and some of those programs are very good and helpful. You can't do everything and you cannot have everything. Voice your opinion. Do some thinking. Talk to some people. As Ron Paul has also said more than once, cutting taxes does not cost the government anything- the government itself costs you and I something. Let's not get that backwards.

Super Tuesday And Question To Boot

Super Tuesday is coming up and there are plenty of primaries, caucuses, and presidential preference poles all over the country. I enjoy the political process and so I am excited about participating. I have spoken to a number of individuals, though, who have decided to not vote at all- in the primaries and the actual election. I am wondering if anyone would be willing to comment on why they, or someone they know has given up entirely on the American political process. Oh, and give it up for the peanut gallery.

Party Delegates

It is getting close to the big super tuesday event. Here in town, of course, we not only have Dean's recital and the superbowl (which will be competing for the same time slot), but we also have the presidential preference pole. I am planning on voting for Ron Paul. Afterwords the district has its convention (in my district, some are on another date) where they will choose delegates to travel down to the state convention (for the Republican party) in Anchorage and vote as you are directed (to reflect the popular vote in your local district). If there is a tie, then delegates at some point vote according to conscience in order to resolve the stalemate. The state convention sends delegates to the national convention (of course) to complete the picture. If you are a Republican- or a Ron Paul supporter- go out on the 5th of February and vote for someone.

Letting Go...?

Have you ever had difficulty dealing with some emotional things? Why is it that we want to describe it as letting go? Sometimes you are just grasping for a description of what you are feeling- or what you think someone else is feeling- and all you can say is- "I just can't let it go," or, "he just can't let it go." It is a strange thing. Why is it that that seems to be the only way we can think to sometimes describe how we are wrestling with something? Comments from the peanut gallery welcome.

Pirate Bar Hooker #1 and the Body of Christ

Have you ever felt like maybe your life was not quite what you had expected? Have you ever wondered just where it was that you supposedly fit in? I was watching Rambo IV the other day and when the credits rolled I noticed something... "Pirate Bar Hooker #1". Now May Kung did an excellent job in the role. The film would not have been the same without her... but do you ever wonder just what exactly you are getting on the "credits" so to speak? I think we all have felt like a Pirate Bar Hooker #1 at some time or another. We are all different parts of the body, which part am I?

Because once I loved you
And once I was enthralled
And because you showed me
What it means to love.
Because you were beautiful
and weren't like me
and were kind
to me.
Because we fit and flew on wings
and other things which make me gasp,
I am changed.

-Meriwether
2002

MTV and the Presidential Election

Today in Fairbanks by the Mayflower restaurant at 4pm there will be a bunch of people doing a signwave that MTV is supposed to cover. Come out and support your candidate of choice. I will hopefully be there waving a Ron Paul sign- but we'll see if I can get off of work. Come out and support whichever candidate you desire. Let's have a good showing for the Folks at MTV.

Presidential Preference Pole

On February 5th there will be a republican presidential preference pole in Fairbanks. If you are a registered republican you should go and cast your vote for the candidate of your choice. If you are not a registered republican but you are a Ron Paul supporter, you should go as well- you can change your registration at the door.

To My Readers

Sorry about the absence- it will continue for a little longer. I am ice-climbing and skiing. It is pretty awsome. I should be back in about a week. Hope everyone is having a great new year.