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Friday, 26 June 2009

  • The Cincinnati Connection

    I have a going theory that sometime in our evolutionary past, flightless or mostly grounded birds like ostriches, penguins and roadrunners must've had to collectively gather and cooperate for flight. I suspect they had to squish into one nest, which later required an full inspection of all their feathers and carry-on eggs, as well as a coordinating mountaintop leader to keep all the nests flying and landing in some sort of synchronous pattern. In the end, the pure joy of soaring freely in the blue sky was lost, causing so many feathers to be ruffled that these flight weary birds just said, "Hang it all, I'm staying on the ground and either running or swimming to get where I need to go

    Nothing against the personnel who pilot, plan and serve on airlines. They did a great job. In fact, I admire them. They remind me a bit of the proud parents and coaching staff of a 5-5, first-not-losing-season soccer team that just got paired up with the defending state champion 10-0 team in the first round of the finals. They put on a brave face, but they know we have all collectively gathered to watch a painful annihilation.

    "Would you like a beverage, while we wait for clearance to take off?"

    Go team!

    The real irony in our travel plan was that Shane (my tech-savvy colleague who is 34 and looks like a 27 year old stud) and I changed our 4:30 direct flight from Atlanta to South Bend to a 5:40 flight with the Cincinnati Connection so that we wouldn't have to leave our conference earlier than would be deemed good manners. Had we said "Bye folks, we're blasting out of here in the Cherry Red Camero that the ticket counter gal upgraded Shane for just $30 a day more," we would likely have missed the weather cell that shut down Cincy.

    Captain Kirk would've blasted out of there in the Camero. We should've followed his lead.

    "Captain, there is a 4.1% chance our plan will work. If we don't get back ..."

    "SPOCK!  It's going to work."

    I actually like sardines. I don't eat them often, but they are a nice salty snack. I have a feeling that they are a sort of cosmic foreshadowing of our destiny. If you think about it, cars are going to have to get smaller. City buses and subways are already crowded and smell a bit like sardine cans left too long open on the counter. Planes are just flying sardine cans. Every time I get off of one, I feel a bit like God's hand just peeled back the can, pulled me out, stretched me and set me free. What do I do?  Join the submarine fleet, work in a cubicle, and travel on airplanes made for "Big People, Little World," the new TLC series about Amazon Princess Warriors who live in condos and test drive Ford Fiestas for a living. I think God sometimes just shakes His head when he looks at me.

    I like what the guy sitting next to me said after our second attempt to move from the tarmac to the runway,

    "Isn't this what they call purgatory, that place between heaven and hell?"

    I said, "Yes, but in this case it's between the terminal and the sky."

    Something did work out. A family of five or six were scattered throughout the plane. Two small children were seated next to me and their mother landed a spot in the middle of two guys in the row in front of me. I'm a father and I knew this was Satan trying to score bonus points on this flight-game he was playing. I told her, "Wouldn't you rather we traded seats, so you can be with your kids?"

    "Really??? You'd do that??" She said, with sincere amazement.

    Pictures of kids poking and "Mom?" and fussing and "MOM!" and whistling and "Hush!" and fidgeting and  "MOM?!" and bickering and "Settle Down!"  flashed through my head.

    "Yeah, I'd be happy to. I think it would be best for all of us."

    I think the two guys I sat between knew it was a wise move at the time. If they didn't then, they did after we spent 3 hours on the tarmac and 90 minutes in flight, arriving WELL past the kids bedtime and pushing their very patient and loving mother to her saintly limit.

    Satan lost his bonus points on that round. He made up for it later when Shane and I finally did make the Cincinnati connection.

    The staff in Cincy directed us to the baggage counter because "The ticket counters are closed after 9:00."

    Hmmm...

    Got there and stood in line for about 10 minutes with an assortment of other refugees and lost bag ladies ... I mean people whose luggage was missing. Got to the counter and spoke with a young lady. I explained our situation to her.

    "They sent you here because the ticket counter is closed after 9:00."

    (I'm glad she passed Obvious 101 in school.) "Yes, they did."

    "Can you wait until tomorrow to go to South Bend?"

    "Do we have an option?"

    "What would you like to do?"

    "I'd like to get to South Bend as soon as possible."

    Another person steps in: "You need to go to the ticket counter, they have it staffed because they know about all the delays."

    15 minutes wasted in line and in an inane conversation. Satan scores 10 points.

    We do make it to the ticket counter. It is FULLY staffed. Must've been 15 attendants working the line of a hundred or more of us from various airplanes that were delayed by the storm. One lanky blonde missed her connection to Amsterdam, another guy missed his to Heathrow. Shane and I got a wizened woman of nearly 60 who had a voice that spoke of days when in-flight smoking was the norm.  If you've ever seen Monster's Inc., you might remember Roz, the woman who handled the paperwork. Our lady had a voice like Roz. After about 20 minutes, she got us free rooms at the Holiday Inn, guaranteed flights at 8:25 PM the next evening with stand-by options for 11:15 AM. God bless Roz.

    Satan lost another 10 points there.

    Shane liked the fact the the gal handing out the refugee toiletry kit "with a t-shirt that you can sleep in" was a lovely young blonde with a friendly smile ... at least for Shane. We both got bags, though. So, the rest of the evening, we knew who the Delta refugees were ... anyone with a bag in their hand.  He made the comment that the t-shirt should have "Sky Travel Refugee" on the back.  I liked that!

    We tried hard to get a car rental. We went all the way to the rental lot and stood in another long line. When we finally got to the front, they said, "We're booked. We're only renting cars to people with reservations."

    Half hour shot for a 10 second shut-down. Satan scored 15 on that one. (He got bonus points when we later discovered a rental car courtesy phone in the airport, although we'd been directed to the shuttle. We could've been rejected much more efficiently, that way.)

    We took the shuttle back to the airport. I called the Holiday Inn from a hotel courtesy phone. The gal was very polite and said to wait outside door number 4, because the shuttle runs continuously. I don't see a "number 4," but I'm tired as it's now past  midnight and think perhaps she said outside the door. We wait as various shuttles come and go, including one to the Hilton. Two other Delta/Avis refugees stand with us under the thundering, but still dry skies.
    After 15 minutes, I go back and call again. I get the same reply and tell her I don't see a door number 4.
    "Where are you at?"

    "Using your courtesy phone."

    "Did you fly Delta?"

    "Yes."

    "Then there should be a door number 4. Just wait outside that."

    "There is no door number four."

    "Hmmm ... I don't know where you are, then. What do you see?"

    "A couple of baggage claim areas."

    "OH!  Then just go outside door number 4 and wait across the street. The shuttle runs continuously."

    Satan scores another 10.

    Fortunately, an attendant does hear our conversation and informs us the Holiday Inn gal assumed we were in the next terminal. Guess Holiday Inn shuttles don't visit all baggage claim areas. So, Shane and I head for the other terminal, skulking along a shortcut the attendant offered. Not sure what happened to the other two guys. I wouldn't be surprised if Satan got a bonus round with them. They said Delta set them up with a hotel named "Micro something or another."  Yikes!  I don't know what THAT was, but any motel with "Micro" in their name can't be good.

    In the end, we did finally get to the hotel. Shane got dinner from the vending machine. I wisely got an airport variety Chicago Style hotdog circa 5:30.  Well ... maybe not the wisest digestive choice of dinner ... but I wasn't starving.

    There were many other odds and ends and adventures we had, but I'll stop here. Suffice it to say that I'm thankful for the many blessings I had in this weird adventure, but it only reinforced why I don't want to fly, anymore.

    "Scotty, beam me up!"

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

  • Old Bibles

    SirNickDon has an interesting post about what the military did with some unwanted Bibles in Afghanistan.

    This got me to wondering about old Bibles in general. Sometimes we use a Bible until it is worn out. Sometimes we find a translation or print size that suits us better for our time in life. Sometimes we inherit the Bible of a relative or sometimes we have one that was given to us by the Gideons or a youth group or as a gift.

    The day comes when you no longer use this Bible and it's just taking up space.

    You don't want to just toss it in the trash, but you don't know what to do with it.



    What do you do with old Bibles?


Monday, 22 June 2009

  • Revelife Eye Candy?

    So ... I posted a comment on Revelife and I see this ad on this side banner.

    I wouldn't say it's "immodest," but there seems to be something about this photo that catches the eye in a well ... more than spiritual way.

    What do you think?


     

    This was also on there ... kind of seems an odd take on "Jesus Saves."


     

    Maybe I'm just getting old and set in my ways.
    Or ... maybe I just like football better than hockey.



Friday, 19 June 2009

  • Noah's Ark Story - Sword, Bread or a Buck?


    I received an e-mail with a news story about a full size replica of Noah's Ark. I found a short article on it at Newsblaze.com: Working Replica of Noah's Ark.  You can see additional photos here.



    It really is an impressive piece of work. Here's a blurb about it from the Ark's website:

    Noah´s Ark is a unique experience for visitors of all ages. The Ark, which opened its doors in April 2007, has had  over 350.000 visitors since. After visiting Rotterdam, Lelystad, Kampen, Amsterdam,  Drachten and Sneek, the next berth of the Ark is Oudeschild on the island Texel!

    After 1,5 years of building, Johan Huibers managed to bring Noah’s story back to life. On board of this replica (70 meters long, 9,5 meters wide and almost 14 meters high) you will find a simulation of the flood, real size polyester animals and interesting scientific information on Noah’s flood.

    The Ark not only tells the story of Noah but covers more than that. On board you will find movies, biblical stories and scientific evidence that defends creation and defies evolution.


    Yes, yes. All very nice. But you know I'm seldom satisfied without asking a few questions.

    In this Ark there is room for a 50 seat theater. There is an entrance fee (5 Euros or about $7 for adults.) There are Ark products. And so on.  This is not unlike the "Creation Museum" or any of a variety of other Christian attractions.  But I guess it's that word 'attractions' that sets me to wondering.

    At what point does expressing faith via retail methods cross the line into make a buck on Christ?

    Here's my other pondering point - specifically about the Noah's Ark story. It seems to be dumped into one of two buckets:

    A) It's a cute kids story to introduce them to God and the Bible.
    B) It's a focal point in the titanic argument between Creationists and Evolutionists.

    Somewhere ... I think many spiritual values of the story are lost. For instance, have any of you heard the story used as an illustration point for the following:

    1) Persons pursuing what they feel God has called them to do, even though everyone else is laughing at them.
    2) Coping with being a survivor following a significant disaster.
    3) Being in an isolated place for an extended period of time.
    4) Moving a family from a place of comfort to a place with nothing.

    I could list several more, but these serve to make my point.  
    (I could make similar points about about Genesis 1 & 2.)
    This brings me to my second and closing question:


    Do we gain more spiritual truth when we use the Bible as a sword of truth or as bread of life?



Monday, 15 June 2009

  • Anglicans, Djembe drums, Google and U2charists


    Dr. Rowan Williams, the current Archbishop of Canterbury and head of the Church of England (Anglicans) isn't taking the exodus of young people from his church sitting down. In a bold breakaway from traditional services, the Archbishop is promoting a seriously alternative-service to draw young people back into the fold.

    You can read the whole article here:
     Church of England Attempts to Broaden Appeal

    Among the different worship styles:

    Worshippers are told that "our planet is messed up" and that "things are not right".

    They are then asked to approach the altar and rub sea salt on their fingers to represent tears, before walking around and meditating at eight "prayer stations" representing themes such as "gender equality" and "environmental sustainability".

    A psalm is recited in "beat poetry" style to the accompaniment of African Djembe drums, and prayers are said "for the corporate world, for influential CEOs who oversee billion-dollar industries".

    The prayers continue: "We pray for John Chambers of Cisco Systems, Bill Gates of Microsoft, Dr Eric Schmidt of Google Inc, H Lee Scott Jr of Wal-Mart Stores and others who have already made commitments to justice."

    Among the alternative services explored in the book, which is co-edited by the Rt Rev Steven Croft, the new Bishop of Sheffield, are so-called "U2charists", services in which the congregation receives communion but sings the songs of the Irish rock band U2 instead of traditional hymns.

    Not surprisingly, traditionalists find this approach to be "pointless" and shallow."

    The church defends its position this way:

    The Rt Rev Graham Cray, who heads the Fresh Expressions initiative, said that it was vital that the Church explored new ways of engaging with modern culture.

    "We have to reconnect with a very large percentage of the population that has no contact or interest in traditional church," he said.

    "It is important to offer spirituality to people who are offered a multi-choice lifestyle and who think that the last place they'll find it is in church."

    What surprises me is the magnitude of change in worship style that's being embraced by the Church of England. This is an institution that has been around for over 1400 years and is generally considered a "high church" in the way they present their services. (Bonus points to whomever knows who the first Archbishop of Canterbury was .. w/o Googling!!)  A lot of churches these days are offering contemporary services, but I don't think I've heard of the head of such a significant denomination implementing such a marked contrast to their historic past.

    I give big kudos to the Archbishop and his supporters for being willing to step WAY outside of the box to present the Christian faith in a way that may connect with a new generation. Faith steps are the hallmark of Christianity. If I have a reservation, it's because this is yet another way to "bring (young) people into the church."  I continue to believe that the answer to resuscitating the Christian church at large will not be found by looking for ways to bring others into the church, but rather by ditching such programs in favor of serving needs within the community.

    What's your take on this?

    Is the Anglican Fresh Expressions initiative shallow and pointless or savvy and powerful?

Saturday, 13 June 2009

  • Blech, Blech Blog

    I'm running about 60% energy on good days, right now.
    This morning, I helped Vi tear down the rummage sale (12 tables of items) before a rainstorm came. I also ministered with Donna at a local nursing home (which went really well).  I had plans to mow the yard, pull weeds and work in my garden. Instead, I fell asleep for an hour. When I got up, I sat with the dog on the back porch and stared at the yard.

    I think I'm up to about 20%  now.

    My mind really isn't clear enough to blog well, so here are random thoughts.

    Looks like a CT scan of my sinuses is in my near future. The sinusitis appears to have a deep root and probable viral issues. Ugh.

    Three asters didn't come up in my garden this year. I'll need to replace them when I see them for sale.

    I just ordered two books:

    Good Wives: Image and Reality in the Lives of Women in Northern New England, 1650-1750
    The Devil in the Shape of a Woman: Witchcraft in Colonial New England

    I have a  particular fondness for Colonial America, particularly Christianity in the Colonial Era.  I also enjoy writing as a hobby. I have a short story idea in my head, and so I wanted to read a couple of books with specific daily life information during that period.

    The dog needs to be washed.
    The dog chases birds.
    The birds know how long his leash is ... and don't really care.
    Birds worry about cats.

    I've seen the Star Trek movie three times. 

    I'll be in Atlanta, GA the week after next on business. Shane, the guy going with me, wants to see Star Trek, again. He's seen it twice.
    "Bones, buckle up!"
    We'll also be there when Transformers II opens. Chances are good that we'll see "more than meets the eye."

    I've been an impromptu mentor for Shane. He's our training department computer "go to" guy. They want him to qualify as an instructor, which is not his love. Many consider me the "go to" training guy, hence the connection.

    A month or two ago, someone suggested Shane hook up with TrebleClef402.

    That would be weird.

    For me, anyway.

    I got a call from Texas. I thought it was a family member of mine (caller ID).  Picked up the phone and heard a Texan lady's voice. First thought it was my mom. Caller never identified herself, but I figured it was Vi's cousin Debbie.

    Wrong cousin: Nancy. 

    Well ... I had the right idea.

    Made me decide to call my mom.  She didn't answer, so I left the following message:

    "Hi Mom, it's Brett (Notice how I identify myself? Pet peeve.) Happy Mother's Day."

    It'll make her wonder how long it's been since she checked her voice mail.  

    Okay ... enough Blech, Blech Blog.

    Blessings to all of you!

Friday, 12 June 2009

  • Boxers and Bra

    Lacking inspiration and still fighting some sort of extended sinus problem, I came across an interesting article in our local paper.


    SPARTA, Mich. (AP) — A man has been charged after a neighbor said she found him wearing a purple bra and boxer shorts while rummaging through her car. Jacob Andrew Fast, 20, was arraigned Wednesday on charges of first-degree home invasion and resisting and obstructing a police officer. Lisa Collins told WZZM-TV she found Fast rifling through her car on Tuesday afternoon and called the police. The car keys were missing from her house.

    Collins said the bra he was wearing wasn't hers.

    I had to smile that she clarified that last point!

Tuesday, 09 June 2009

  • Frog Worship


    "All religions are the same."

    NOT!

    Here's a short article worth a minute of your time. Colour Changing Frog Worshiped in India

    Here's an even shorter clip from the article:

    Reji Kumar, 35, a lift worker, said the frog was white when he first spotted it but it soon changed to yellow and then grey by the time he got it home.

    "By night the frog was dark yellow, and then it became transparent so you could see its internal organs," he said.

    "It seemed like a miracle to me that this frog had so many different coats. So now people come to see him and pray to him."


    The article doesn't really explain what the deal is about worshiping the frog, so I did a quick bit of internet research and found a short paper on frog worship. Here's an excerpt:

    Interestingly enough, we find a panegyric of the frogs even in the Rig-Veda, [one of the four sacred Hindu texts] the oldest existing work in Sanskrit in which they are compared with the Brahman priests. Some of the stanzas of the hymn addressed to the frog reads:

    "As Brahmans, who a vow fulfill,
    The frogs had now a year been still.
    Like dried and shriveled skins they lay,
    Faint, parched with heat for many a day
    expecting, long in vain, the showers
    Withheld by Air's malignant powers.

    The frogs that bleat, and those that low,
    Brown, green, on men all wealth bestow.
    The kind that on our pastures graze,
    we owe to them, with length of days."

    This hymn is a satire to the Brahmans but an encomium to the frogs. The Rig-Vedic people thought that frogs emitted their voice being roused by the showers of heaven. They even believed that frogs were the givers of hundreds of cows to them and they also lengthened their life in the rich autumn.

    excerpt from "Frog Worship: A Unique Culture," by Nirish Nepal

    Before we get too hasty, I will note that Judaism and Christianity have certainly had their fill of icon worship throughout history.

    My main point here is that there are significant differences in the major religions of the world. But, maybe I'm just biased. In one commentary, a professing atheist made a comment that frog worship is no different than worshiping a cross.

    What do you think?

    How is worshiping with eyes on a cross different from worshiping a color-changing frog?


    For additional comments, click here: Featured on Revelife



Monday, 08 June 2009

  • Vi's Ghosts of Birthdays Past

    I'll start when SaintVi was 20.  I can't say I specifically remember her 20th birthday because I met her just a little later that year. But, as you can see from the photo below, she was an eye-catching cutie! I remember many people being surprised that I'd managed to catch the affection of someone as attractive, sharp and energetic as she. The picture below was taken in the Ozark Mountains.



    The other birthdays are a bit easier, because I keep a daily diary.

    June 8, 1989  (Hawaii)

    (SaintVi) is 30! Krysten (4 years old at this point) & I started out her day with breakfast in bed. (Toasted french roll filled with strawberry jam). Once we had all had breakfast & dressed we went out to play miniature golf. Krysten actually did fairly well. We had our swimsuits on beneath our clothes, so after the game, we went straight out to Hickam Beach for an hour or 2. I didn't go into the water, but Krys & (Vi) hardly stayed out. It was about 2 and we were starving so we stopped at Moana Loa's fast food center and bought lunch to take home. Went to Dawn's (a friend) house & dropped Krysten off before going to the Drive-In (anyone remember those??). She made (SaintVi) a birthday cake and peach ice cream. They were good. Watched Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade. Started to watch the second feature, but our battery died. Got a jump start & came home, picking up Krysten along the way.



    June 8, 1993 (Gettysburg Trip)

    (SaintVi) is 34 today. We're starting our vacation to Gettysburg, as well. Thunderstorms rumbled through the morning as we made our final preps for the trip. (Vi) and I stopped by school at lunch to bring Krysten (now 8) a happy meal and visit with her. We picked her up after school and headed right out on our trip. Car drive so far has been largely uneventful. I will comment that the traffic has been heavy and very difficul to drive in. Tonight we are spending the night in Elyria, OH.



    Jun 8, 2004 (The 'Duh)

    (SaintVi) is 45. I put out a gift of slippers, candy and a couple of one dollar lottery tickets - for which she won $1 on each of them. Also, picked flowers from our yard. Krysten (now 19) bought her tiny chimes with a promise to fix the originals (damaged in a storm). Also, roses & chocolate covered strawberries. [some other stuff about work and car repair... blah, blah] (SaintVi) and I went to Texas Corral for her birthday supper. Krysten greeted her exuberantly. She also got off early - so was able to come home with us.



    Happy Birthday Vi!

    50 down, 50 to go!





Friday, 05 June 2009

HumbleWalk

About Me

  • "What questions about God, his church and your faith are you asking today?" I am energized by "thinking" Christians and love ministering to Christians on the fringe of faith.

Chatboard (66)

  • TinCottage
    I came through the "back door" today. I found your link on this site:http://zoecarnate.com/I hope and pray 2009 is a blessed year for you! Robyn
  • LifeNeedsProtection
    Love the new look!!
  • Heshewethree
    Brett, You are looking so fall festive. Nice pic. I don't have time to catch up with you today, but I will later. Just wanted to holla atcha. Peace.
  • HumbleWalk
    Humans are not the only ones that vote. When it is time to find a new hive, honeybees vote for the best location, even though they can't count. After scouts return from casing possible sites, they dance. Th bees that dance most vigorously will recruit other scouts until one site wins. - Discover Ma
  • Heshewethree
    Hold up Brett. When was your b-day? Cause mine's tomorrow. No wonder we get along so well...great minds, eh? Peace and blessings.

Pulse

  • What a FULL weekend. I'm going to have to go back to work to get some rest.
  • Bathroom project - the sequel. Just about all of my Sat/Sun free time has been consumed by remodeling. Ibuprofin is my bedtime buddy.
  • Mildred is gone. Seedsower is gone. Vi is gone. The dog, Boo, is sadly moving between yearning at the window and flopping on the floor.