Friday, December 19, 2008

Happy Turkey Day! (Belated)


As the serious chill of winter is upon us, one of the colder winters on record (don't worry proponents of global warming, those pulling the strings on the theory have already rushed to declare that this year will be cooler, an anomaly in the cataclysmic melting of everything) I thought I would belatedly share some pictures from our Thanksgiving vacation with Kristen's family.

Growing up in Ft. Lauderdale, I had watched the sun rise on the beach many times, but sunsets over the beach were much rarer for me, so all the more reason for me to enjoy sights like this.

We thoroughly enjoyed our time down there...despite the fact that I was studying heavily for my Greek final, it was great to relax and not have very much to do.

Sadly, not all of Kristen's sisters were able to join us for Thanksgiving, but we had a great time with Tiffany...she's the other set of legs in this picture (the first set being my wife's).

I am blessed to have a great relationship with my in-laws, and while we were down I was able to sit down over coffee with Larry, my father-in-law, to talk ministry, theology and everything else. I always enjoy our time together, and his wisdom from years in the ministry gives me perspective that I often lack with my passionate but untested ideas.

Throughout the trip our biggest constant was the ocean...we visited three times in the five days we were there, and several nights headed over to the clubhouse to take a dip in the pool and hot tub after dark. This, combined with an excellent Thanksgiving dinner, made the whole trip very peaceful.

As for Kristen and I, it was probably the most quality time that we had spent together since the semester started, and it was very good for us. Here are a few pictures of me and my lovely wife to close out this post.



Sunday, December 14, 2008

Oh Where Is My Mailbox?



It's the normal things, the everyday things that when they suddenly aren't there, strike at the heart of our equilibrium. Such was the case for me last Monday, when I walked out of our apartment and across the parking lot to mail a bill. Our apartment complex has a collection box right next to our mailroom, very convenient for the 400+ residents of our complex, since the post office doesn't pick up mail from our boxes.

After turning in circles several times, searching for my familiar blue friend, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The Leasing Agents in the office didn't have any idea, though they shared my concern. Reluctantly, I handed over my electric bill to the office staff to put in their outgoing mail and walked back to my apartment.


The Postal Service has struck again. Of the 900 or so mailboxes in the Louisville area, 300 were collected this last week in a cost cutting measure designed to inconvenience thousands. Along with the rising price of stamps, I can only imagine that the complete demise of the blue mail box is on the horizon. Sure, the advent of email has made the sending of letters much more rare, but the mail is an important mode for transmitting information and conducting business.

I suppose from now on I will have to drive to a mailbox or place my outgoing mail in the hands of our Leasing Office. It's bad enought that they refuse to pick up mail from our P.O. Box style mailroom, but now I can't mail a letter from home short of asking someone else to mail it for me, something I'm not very comfortable with. It's too bad UPS or FedEx doesn't collect mail. Dear Postal Service: you have failed us once again.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Cost of Freedom


Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Senate and the House of Representatives: yesterday, December 7th, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

These words, spoken by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt about an event that occurred 67 years ago today, still ring a familiar tone in our collective history. It was on that day that the United States of America entered World War II. But with the number of soliders, sailors and airmen that served in this conflict dwindling, we must not forget the lessons learned and the sacrifices made, lest their deaths be in vain.


More than 2,400 were killed and over half that many wounded on that fateful day, but the losses were nothing compared to what was to come. By the end of World War II, millions had bled and died across the globe so that freedom could prevail.

The world seemed dark and hopeless on that morning 67 years ago, but through sacrifice and determination, hope sprang anew. Remember today the sacrifices that a generation made so that we could be free. May we be always respectful and never take for granted a gift as precious as this.


Pictures from top to bottom: The USS West Virginia is hit by a torpedo in one of the opening explosions of the attack, USS Shaw exploding after her magazine was penetrated by a Japanese bomb, the remains of the great battleship USS Arizona and the USS Arizona memorial as it stands today.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

If I Stand...


So, do you ever notice threads reappearing throughout your life? Sometimes it's reassuring, like coming home and sitting around the table with your family. Other times your weaknesses and fears rise up again despite being put down a thousand times before, and you get that awful dread in the pit of your stomach all over again.

On Thursday night, I went to the Behold the Lamb Christmas concert with Kristen, my brother Andrew, and four of our closest friends. I am continually overwhelmed by the talent and and genuine passion that the musicians on stage exhibit. I will quickly mention some of them and encourage you to purchase some of their music. They're all incredibly talented. Andrew Peterson is the creative genius behind the Behold the Lamb of God album (here is a short documentary about the album), Ben Shive plays piano, accordian, hammer duclimer and other miscellaneous, Andy Gullahorn, his very talented wife Jill Phillips and Andy Osenga rounded out the group on stage. Often they are joined by Derek Webb.

On the way home, my good friend Stephen Farrior asked George and I if we share his sentiment about the experience. He said, "Listening to them talk about Christ, community and loving others, think to myself- I used to talk like that. Why don't I anymore?" I share this sobering realization, and it's connected to someone that continues to reappear throughout my life.

When I was in High School our Dean of Men's name was Mike Proko (it's still weird to use his first name, in high school he was Mr. Proko). He was more of an example of Christ to us than any of us realized. His fair discipline was always tempered with the grace and love of Christ, and he made sure you knew that you were loved, by him and by Christ. He loved the music of Rich Mullins deeply, and though I didn't realize it yet, so much about him was shaped by it.

The summer of 2003 was a pivotal summer for me as I began to feel the Lord's call for the first time toward full-time ministry. The changing of my major, the first date with the woman I now am privileged to call my wife and plans for seminary were all to follow. In the midst of all of this, I was reading one of my top five favorite books, the biography of Rich Mullins.

Last semester I traveled down to the Abby at Gethsemani for a short retreat as an assignment for one of my classes. While there I walked the halls and campus of the monastery there and followed a path through the forest to a statue of Christ kneeling in the garden of Gethesemani. The experience was breathtakingly beautiful, moving me to tears as I stood at the image of my Savior kneeling in the garden, praying, "Not my will but thy will be done." Rich Mullins was a regular at this monastery, taking several retreats here over the years.

One of the great things about the concert was the ability to stand around and talk with the artists after the performance. Rich Mullins name came up in two of the three conversations I had, and Andrew Peterson makes mention of the Rich Mullins song "If I Stand" in the track "The Good Confession (I Believe)." It is the song that, as he says, "led him home."

There's something about the way that Rich Mullins saw the world that just doesn't click with me, but I want it. The way he loved, his understanding of God and the impact of Christ's death and resurrection were all profound in ways you don't gain from reading about them. I read about his life and struggle to think how I could devote myself in the ways that he did, allowing himself to be Christ to others. He wasn't perfect, but that was the beauty of it, and should be the beauty of our lives in Christ. This intimacy with the Creator and the truth of his Scriptures is hard to describe, but I know it when I see it and I know that I don't have it. But I want it.


Thursday, December 4, 2008

In Celebration of the Conclusion of Exams


I try to stay away from too many car-related posts, but this video floors me every time I watch it. Trust me, you might roll your eyes at motorsports in general, but you should watch this video, it's flat-out amazing. If I could, I would do this...


Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Proclaimation of Thanksgiving


The year that is drawing toward its close has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added which are of so extraordinary a nature that they can not fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever-watchful providence of Almighty God.

In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign states to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere, except in the theater of military conflict, while that theater has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defense have not arrested the plow, the shuttle, or the ship; the ax has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege, and the battlefield, and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom.


No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.
It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently, and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow-citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next as a day of thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners, or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore if, as soon as may be consistent with the divine purpose, to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity, and union.

In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the city of Washington, this 3d day of October A.D. 1863, and of the Independence of the United States the eighty-eighth.

-A. Lincoln

Source: http://www.pilgrimhall.org/ThanxProc1862.htm

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Join the Conspiracy




I encourage you to rethink Christmas. Our church is participating in this amazing opportunity and I must admit, I'm moved by this video every time I see it. The world is bigger than our little corner.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The Reports of My Carving Have NOT Been Greatly Exaggerated...


Apparently there has been some question as to whether I actually carved the pumpkin in this post. I must say that I am saddened by the lack of faith that my friends and particularly my family have in my artistic abilities. That said, the proof is in the pudding (or pictures in this case) so here I am, pumpkin carving. Please, no more disparaging remarks.


In this photo, I am pondering the mysteries of the universe and also trying to figure out how to put my carving talents to their most effective use.


Figuring that I may as well get to it, here is my hand in the pumpkin. I would appreciate it if all of the libelous things being written about my fear of pumpkin innards would be put to rest by this picture.


Mmmmm...raw pumpkin is good!


Here I am carving the pumpkin. Paisley's wondering what is going on...


I only used a stencil because I wanted to see what it was like. I can carve without it...

And there you have it. I carved my first pumpkin just like that. I hope you're all satisfied!


Thursday, November 6, 2008

All About Paisley


We're constantly amazed and entertained by our puppy. She's growing like crazy...I think she about 70lbs as I write this, at almost 20 weeks. Today we took her out to try and get a few pictures of her in the fall leaves. Here are some of the more successful pictures...


That last one makes me laugh...once she realized she could chase the falling leaves, it was all she wanted to do!

A week ago, I brought home a pound of Anniversary Blend (courtesy of my good friend George Bednar) and set it on the dining room table...Paisley was immediate suspicious. Here's what ensued (if you look closely, you can see the hair on the back of her neck standing on end):



Occasionally, Paisley gets excited and runs around the apartment at a frenzied pace. We call this the "zoomies" and I was quick enough to capture a bit of it on film. Here's our pup with the zoomies:




Monday, November 3, 2008

Democracy in Action


Tomorrow we vote. It's a privilege and a responsibility, one that we too often take for granted. I encourage you to vote, whomever you vote for.

I'm a Republican, and one that more and more sees value in the Libertarian idea (formerly a Republican idea) that smaller government is better. Lower taxes, less regulation and more local governing are all good ideas that the framers of the constitution embraced. We've forgotten much of the value in these ideas, and forgotten that a growing government will encroach upon our freedoms.

John McCain isn't a true conservative as I would define him, but as I look at the whole picture in this election, I see a man with mountains of experience, and a man with very little. Sex appeal and youth are no substitute for years of experience working across the aisle. These are serious and perilous times, and we need someone who has been here before and knows how to handle what is coming. John McCain does not do everything well, but he's done much more than Barack Obama.

I don't agree with Barack Obama on any number of issues- social issues, economics, national defense, just to name a few. I don't buy the sketchy link between Obama and 70s radicals either. I just think that his vision for America is the wrong one. It's great that an African American received his party's nomination for President of the United States, but the potential significance of having our first African American President shouldn't overshadow the qualifications and experience of the candidates.

Tomorrow I'll vote for John McCain. If you're still undecided, I would encourage you to look at the candidates carefully one last time, asking yourself which candidate will do the best job as the President of our country. Vote on the issues. Look at their records, their positions on issues and think about their character. Then, cast your vote for your choice thankfully, realizing that your freedom is precious.

John McCain's Wall Street Journal Editorial

Friday, October 31, 2008

October 31


That’s right…it was on this day in 1517 that Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the door of a church in Wittenberg, Germany and began the Protestant Reformation. As my professor pointed out this morning, I can trace my presence in Intro to Greek at the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary and my place in the community of Crossing Church directly back to Luther's action on this fateful day almost 500 years ago. I remember learning about this day at a very early age, and then embarrassing my parents by wishing a “happy reformation day” to our very Catholic neighbors. I meant well.

The Reformation was about many things, but the five solas perhaps best sum up the theological content of the reformation. They are a critical piece to understanding Protestant theology today, and still remain the standard by which orthodoxy in the Protestant sense is measured.

Sola Scriptura- "By Scripture Alone"
The Bible is the only inspired and authoritative word of God, and is the only source for Christian doctrine. It is accessible to all and does not require outside interpretation, but rather is the revealed Word of God to his people, the revelation of himself.

Sola Fide- "By Faith Alone"
We are saved through faith as a gift of God. There is no work we can do to earn the salvation that God freely extends to us, and a salvation built on works is no salvation at all. Our Justified status in Christ can only be received by faith.

Sola Gratia- "By Grace Alone"
Salvation is given by the unmerited favor of God. In other words, God acts to save out of his love and not our of any merit on our part. Salvation is an unearned gift given wholly by God to undeserving humanity.

Solus Christus- "Christ Alone"
Christ is the only mediator between God and man, and as such we come to the Father only through him. It is Christ who absolves the confessing believer of her sins and Christ as mediator means than anyone can approach and speak to God through him.

Soli Deo Gloria- "Glory to God Alone"
Glory is to be given to God alone for salvation and the accompanying good works, i.e., the fruit of justification. No person has accomplished their salvation nor any good work without the redeeming work of God in their lives, and therefore we do not given them glory, but God alone. As the Westminster Confession says, "Man's chief end is to glorify God and to enjoy him forever."

I encourage you to meditate on these things today, and rejoice in the work that God has done and continues to do through these truths.

I’ll close with this- I carved this pumpkin. It was my first time, though I think I probably didn’t do too badly. Happy Reformation Day!


Saturday, October 25, 2008

Water Water Everywhere


In the season 2 finale of The West Wing, a netwok president asks Press Secretary C.J. Cregg, "C.J., between friends...is the water over your head?"

Her response: "The water is exactly at my head."

This is how I've felt for the last week. Between a massive Greek exam, the death of a friend, the impending end of the semester, financial worries and a lack of time with my wife, I feel like things just keep getting thrown on the pile. I'm trying to figure out how I am going to squeeze in all the classes I need in order to graduate on time, and I'll echo the response of a friend regarding his personal spiritual life: "What's that?" I'm tired and discouraged and trying to wade through what seems to be an impossible next couple of weeks.

He said, "Come." So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, "Lord, save me." Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, "O you of little faith, why did you doubt?"
Matthew 14:29-31 (ESV)

Someone much smarter than me once said that those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I think I'll be playing the role of Peter in the above passage for the rest of my life. Nevertheless, this is one of my favorite passages in all of Scripture. I am a do-it-yourselfer (I come by it honestly- my Dad can pretty much do anything). This is not all bad, but it means that I have a tendency to look at the waves instead of trusting in my Father to hold me above them. Sometimes I wonder if I can walk on the water myself, or I just get so preoccupied with the waves that I start trying to devise my own solution. I can't make the Dow rise, I can't control the price of gas and I can't add two weeks to the semester so that I have time to finish everything.

I am thankful that my Provider, the One who created and sustains the world, doesn't give up on me, just like he didn't give up on Peter. I am thankful that he will provide and protect and that all I must do is trust him instead of trusting in myself. I'm learning this all over again for the first time.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

My Home...


Father Abraham
Do you remember when
You were called to a land
And didn’t know the way

‘Cause we are wandering
In a foreign land
We are children of the
Promise of the faith

And I long to find it
Can you feel it, too?
That the sun that’s shining
Is a shadow of the truth

This is a far country, a far country
Not my home

In the dark of the night
I can feel the shadows all around me
Cold shadows in the corners of my heart

But the heart of the fight
Is not in the flesh but in the spirit
And the spirit’s got me shaking in the dark

And I long to go there
I can feel the truth
I can hear the promise
Of the angels of the moon

This is a far country, a far country
Not my home

I can see in the strip malls and the phone calls
The flaming swords of Eden
In the fast cash and the news flash
And the horn blast of war
In the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead
Like steel-wrought graveyards where the wicked never rest
To the high and lonely mountain in the groaning wilderness
We ache for what is lost
As we wait for the holy God
Of Father Abraham

I was made to go there
Out of this far country
To my home, to my home



*Words from The Far Country by Andrew Peterson

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

A Matter of Global Importance


The article below was copied from the website of First Things magazine and can be viewed here. I've posted the entire article, and though it is long, I encourage you to read it all. It's very important.

The Forgotten Pogrom

By Edward T. Oakes, S.J.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008, 8:11 AM

On August 23 of this year, armed men stormed a Hindu school in the Kandhamal district in Orissa, a remote and destitute state in eastern India, and killed the Hindu leader Laxmanananda Saraswati and four of his followers. (Saraswati had belonged to a radical Hindu association opposed to the conversion of Hindus to Christianity.) Although the police suspected Maoist rebels were responsible (a letter was left behind by a local Maoist group claiming responsibility), local Hindus blamed Christians and in retaliation five hundred houses were burned.

Since that fateful evening, Hindu violence against Christians has spread throughout south and central parts of the country. Not two days later, at least sixteen people were killed in a nearby village, in a clearly premeditated attack. Reporters for the New York Times wrote:

Those who came to attack Christians here early last week set their trap well, residents say. First, they built makeshift barricades of trees and small boulders along the roads leading into this village, apparently to stop the police from intervening. Then, villagers say, the attackers went on a rampage. Chanting “Kill these pigs” and “All Hindus are brothers,” the mob began breaking into homes that displayed posters of Jesus, stealing valuables and eventually burning the buildings. When they found residents who had not fled to the nearby jungle, they beat them with sticks or maimed them with axes and left them to die. A local official said three people died as a result of the attack on August 25. The carefully placed roadblocks accomplished their purpose; residents say a full day passed before help arrived. One villager, Asha Lata Nayak, said, “I saw the mob carrying sticks, axes, swords, knives, and small guns. They first demolished the village church and later Christian houses. Nobody came forward to help us.”

The violence continues to this day and has spread far beyond Orissa. Given the large number of incidents involved, repeated over several weeks, one cannot help wondering why these events have received so little coverage in the rest of the media. (With one exception—the Times story cited above—I learned all I know about these events from Catholic websites.) Of course, there is an election going on, and Wall Street is under assault from a herd of wild bears. But still.

No doubt, part of the problem is that Hinduism is the most nation-specific religion on the planet, and no country is harder for the foreigner to understand than India. Among other implications, this means that Hindu violence—whether against Muslims, Sikhs, or Christians—remains confined to India, which, vast as it is, does not present the geopolitical challenge as does Muslim radicalism.

Another dimension to these woes comes from the fact that the modern, independent state of India was midwifed by the most remarkable orgy of communal violence in human history: More than one-and-a-half million Muslims, Sikhs, and Hindus (though not so many Christians) died in mutual massacres during the slow partition of Pakistan from India that culminated in full independence from Britain for both countries in August 1947. The embers of this violent birth have never died out, as the novelist and Nobel laureate V.S. Naipaul noted in his usual sardonic way:

The liberation of spirit that has come to India [since 1947] could not come as release alone. In India, with its layer below layer of distress and cruelty, it had to come as disturbance. It had to come as rage and revolt. India was now a country of a million little mutinies.

Underneath all those little “layered mutinies” lurks what might be called the Greater Ongoing Mutiny: the demand for full political rights by the untouchable caste (often called by their Hindi name, dalits, and by the euphemism “Scheduled Classes” in government officialese). Even the Mahatma Gandhi opposed dalit political rights. (He once told an American interviewer, “Untouchability for me is more insufferable than British rule; if Hinduism embraces [it], then Hinduism is dead and gone.”) In his marvelous dual biography Gandhi and Churchill, historian Arthur Herman explains why Gandhi opposed dalit rights under Britain’s devolution plan:

Gandhi for one was going to have no part of it. Others shared his anger. What to the British was a matter of political gerrymandering to gratify political interests . . . was to Hindus a question of vital religious identity. Giving untouchables a separate status meant in effect splitting the Hindu nation across the bow. For better or worse, the existence of the dalit, the beggar, and other low castes served to remind other Hindus of the inexorable law of karma and their own benefit from its workings. Besides, granting the so-called Depressed Classes political rights opened the possibility that they might demand other rights in a new Dominion India as well, such as equal employment, education, and housing. . . . Moreover, it would probably shatter the Congress’s alliance with the ultra-orthodox Hindu Mahasabha brotherhood, which had a history of supporting violent extremists . . . but was now headed by Gandhi’s friend Madan Mohan Malaviya.

Not that Gandhi’s refusal to countenance rights for untouchables did him any good with these radical groups or with his so-called “friends,” for he was assassinated by a Hindu extremist on the evening of January 30, 1948.

The assassination is still remembered among educated Westerners, but rarely do they note the rage of radical Hindus that provoked it. The point is directly relevant to the recent pogroms against Christians: Not only is their apostolic work mostly among the lower castes, so too, not surprisingly, are their converts. To continue the story cited above in the Times:

Christian missionaries in India have focused on indigenous and lower-caste groups, including untouchables, or Dalits. Despite laws dating almost from Indian independence, Dalits are often discriminated against or worse. They are sometimes denied basic amenities, such as clean water; relegated to hazardous jobs; and raped or killed because of their social status. Conversion to Islam or Christianity does not erase caste identity, but Christianity and other non-Hindu religions offer a possible escape by providing schooling for anyone who wants to attend, including Dalits. Christian education often includes classes in English, which are crucial for anyone who wants to join India’s service businesses or to break into even the lowest levels of the information technology industry fueling much of India’s growth. “Across India today, the disenfranchised and repressed peoples, the tribes and the low castes are exiting the caste system” that is entrenched in the Hindu religion, said Joseph D’Souza, the president of the All Indian Christian Council and an advocate for Dalit rights. They are converting not only to Christianity, he said, but to Buddhism, Islam and Marxist atheism.

And no wonder either. Even to this day members of the lower castes revere the “Abraham Lincoln of the Untouchables,” Bhimrao Ambedkar, a dalit who in his youth found Christian patrons who paid his tuition at a nondenominational Christian college in India and then at Columbia University, where he became an expert on Indian finance. While in America he avidly studied its Civil War and saw strong parallels between untouchability and slavery and wanted for his caste its own Emancipation Proclamation, for which the formation of a separate electorate would be a crucial first step. Yet Gandhi not only opposed that proposal but went on one of his periodic protesting fasts to prevent untouchables from gaining their rights, prompting this mordant observation from Herman: “Fasting in order to stop people from killing one another, as in 1922, was one thing. Fasting to keep them beholden to a system that denied their very personhood was another.” He continues:

Gandhi’s position seemed to Ambedkar delusional at best, and self-serving hypocrisy at worst. The notion that somehow untouchables would lose out by being cut off from other Hindu castes made him choke. He could remember how, when he was a child, people had recoiled from him in horror and stepped five paces back when they learned his caste, and how at school he had been forced to sit on the floor so that he did not pollute the chairs. His teachers and fellow students refused to give him a drink of water unless they could pour it into his mouth without his lips touching the glass. Ambedkar was determined to force on Hindus a robust series of protections for those they had abused for centuries.

It never happened. And because the indignities suffered by the untouchables still continues, and are nearly required as an aspect of Hindu eschatology, Christians have proved successful in winning converts from the lower castes while simultaneously and for that reason exposing themselves to persecution. The Times article again:

“The conflict is increasing because we are trying to educate the people and enlighten them,” said Pastor Thomas Varghese, 56, in an interview in Raikia, where he has lived for ten years. He said he ran almost two miles and spent a night in the jungle to save his life last week, after a mob that included nine people he recognized tried to kill him. Pramod Pradhan, a young Hindu farmer in Tiangia village, views the conversions differently, and echoed the feelings of many of the state’s Hindus. “Christian missionaries lured Hindus to convert to Christianity. They bring a lot of money to do that.” The recent violence has reignited debate about a long-standing Orissa state law that bans some religious conversions. The law makes it illegal to use force, “allurement,” or benefits to induce people to convert. Hindu activists say Christians often break the law, but Christians say conversions are voluntary. In Tiangia, Mr. Nayak’s motorcycle lay burned outside his badly damaged home. Mr. Nayak, 30, a government kerosene salesman, died from head wounds after being severely beaten by the mob, his wife said. Ms. Nayak said her faith remained unshaken. “My husband died for God Christ,” she said. “I was born as a Christian and I will die as a Christian.”


Edward T. Oakes, S.J. teaches theology at the University of St. Mary of the Lake, the seminary for the Archdiocese of Chicago.

References:

Gandhi and Churchill by Arthur Herman

India: A Million Mutinies Now by V. S. Naipaul

Violence in India is Fueled by Religious and Economic Divide,” by Hari Kumar and Heather Timmons

Additional accounts on the ongoing attacks are available here, and more updates are here, here, here, and here.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Politics and LikeSuchAs...


Check out this SNL sketch...it's causing quite a bit of controversy, so I am sure it will vanish soon. Watch it while you can. Also, I think the impression of Barney Frank is hilarious. Thanks to George and my Dad for bringing it to my attention.

I also thought
this was an interesting article. You'll find it on George's blog as well. It's about Bill Ayers love for communism and brings up some interesting questions about what exactly the "education reform" was that Ayers and Obama were involved in while they were on a board together in Chicago. I will make the same disclaimer George did...I can't necessarily vouch for its impartiality, but it's an interesting read nonetheless.

Don't forget to watch the debate tonight!


Sunday, September 28, 2008

In Memoriam


On Thursday, the world lost a film legend. Paul Newman succomb to cancer at home, a peaceful end to a long and decorated film career.

When I think of Newman, I immediately remember his sly and clever character in the film Cool Hand Luke, but Paul Newman was much more than the character Luke Jackson that he portrayed in that film.

He gave us some of cinema's most enduring characters and worked with some of the most talented actors and directors in show business. His portrayal of Butch Cassidy alongside Robert Redford's Sundance Kid birthed one of the most talented partnerships ever seen on the silver screen. Their lesser-known but just as fantastic pairing in The Sting further cemented their on-screen chemistry.

Newman also starred as Professor Michael Armstrong alongside Julie Andrews in the provocative Alfred Hitchcock cold war thriller Torn Curtain. Throughout the 70s and into the 80s, Newman continued to star in a variety of films and won Emmy, Academy and Golden Globe awards.

He was an avid auto racer from the time began training for the racing movie Winning, and continued to race in SCCA while owning part of both an Indy Racing car team and a NASCAR team. He continued to compete sporadically in racing well into his 70s, driving in the 24 hours of Le Mans in 2005.

Though his talent will alway be with us in his films, his presence, both in Hollywood and among the many charities he served and funded, will be greatly missed. Paul Newman, January 26, 1925 – September 26, 2008.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

The Great Storm & Puppy Pictures


I don't know if I can adequately recount how ridiculous this week has been. As many of you may know, the remnants of hurricane Ike swept through this area a week ago today, bringing down around 5,300 power lines and leaving more than 300,000 people without power. Kristen and I were fortunate: we never lost our power and suffered no property damage (the picture above is from the group home where I work). However, the widespread blackout was the impetus for a number of stunning events. Here are just a few:

- Traffic lights stopped working. Now, I've lived through a number of power outages in my life, and when the power goes out, every traffic light I have ever seen reverts to a backup source that at least causes the lights to flash yellow, encouraging caution. For whatever reason, this very simple feature wasn't built in to any of the lights here in Louisville, so they all just went black. Since Louisville drivers are some of the worst ever, it made driving a lot more interesting.

- People made a run on gas. Seriously, everyone just relax. We're not going to run out of gas, at least, not unless you buy up way more than you need as a knee-jerk reaction. Are you unhappy with the +25 cent jump in gas prices? Maybe you should just wait 3 or 4 days instead of insisting that you fill up all your vehicles RIGHT NOW.

- Walmart ran out of candles and batteries. There were still no candles as of 3 nights ago...I had to tear into a box that had not yet been stocked on the shelf to find some. The picture to the left was taken 6 hours after the storm. When I asked where the batteries were, a sales associate pointed me to a shopping cart with 30 or so bent packages of AAs. That's all they had.

- Railroad signals stopped functioning. I know this kind of falls under the traffic signals, but I was so incredulous when I discovered this that I have to recount it seperately. Apparently, when the power goes out, there's no backup power for railroad signals either! I drove past the signals near our house for days, unknowingly taking my life into my hands at each crossing, until a generator appeared, chained to the signal box. Who came up with this system?

- Classes were cancelled. Jefferson County cancelled all public school class for the week, as did the seminary. While I was happy not to have to be in class, I have a bad feeling we're going to be paying for it for the rest of the semester, especially in Greek. I had to study by candle light at work; my atheist co-worker pointed out that I was studying like the monks of old.

On the upside, I got to spend several full days with Kristen, which was a welcome change from the fast pace of the semester. We were able to go to Homemade Pie and Ice Cream, which I heartily recommend if you are ever within 150 miles of Louisville. It's worth it, but you must go to the Upper Highlands location...all the others are just copies of the original. We also got to spend some good time with Paisley, which was both fun and entertaining. On Wednesday of last week we took now 13-week old Paisley to the park. For fun, you should compare these to the pictures of Paisley from my August 3rd post "Changing Times" to see how much she has grown. Here are pictures of what followed at the park:






Hopefully this week will be less eventful that last, but I will miss the slow pace of a few days off.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

At least I didn't go a whole month!


So, it's been a little while since I have updated the blog...so much for posting every week! Since I last posted I've started classes and we finally brought home our new puppy, Paisley. It's been a crazy couple of weeks.


This semester I'm taking 12 hours. Most of my classes are moderately difficult but require a lot of reading and small assignments (what I might call busy work). The exception is Greek, which I am learning by making every day Greek day (on the orders of my professor). I have never been good at languages; I took a year of Latin and two years of Spanish in High School, only to take a placement exam in college and be placed in Spanish 101. Four semesters later, I've got "donde esta el bano" and "el hefe de transito" to show for it. The second one I learned from my father in any case.


Last year I took two semesters of Hebrew, and that was both extremely difficult and extremely disappointing. But Greek has been different. Part of it is my professor, part of it is my Greek partner George and I think I am just more motivated in general. Nevertheless, I have really been enjoying Greek, though it is at times more than I can handle and I am still struggling to keep up with the vocabulary. I bought a Greek New Testament, and I'm hoping to be able to read a little of it by the end of the semester.


Paisley is great. She was 31lbs at 10 weeks, and I am guessing she's up to at least 36lbs now. She gets bigger by the day, but she's so much fun. We've been training her to respond to basic commands and she seems to be understanding more and more what is expected of her. She was definitely the right pick for us, and she makes the apartment a lot more fun. I'll post some pictures sometime soon.


Both Kristen and I have been thinking a lot about where God is calling us post-seminary. For the first time, I'm beginning to think about what kind of ministry God has for us, and it's an exciting time! Kristen has started working through where God is calling her. She has a phenomenal passion for working with young women, and I am excited to see where he will guide and direct her. Both of us would appreciate prayer in this area as we seek God's will.


Finally, the Large Haldron Collider was turned on yesterday, and we're all still here...what a relief! The race for the White House is getting closer and more interesting by the day- I'm keeping up with that and you can expect to see more posts on that as election time draws near. Keep checking the blog- now that I am in the rhythm of classes, they'll be new posts much more often. Thanks for reading!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Olympic Moments


We've been in the midst of the Olympics for a little more than a week now, and I'm due to post (actually overdue) so I thought I would spend a little time commenting on what has been a spectacular Olympics thus far. I hope that you have been following as closely as I have, as apparently, if you look away for a hundredth of a second, you can miss some
very big things!

As I am sure everyone knows by now, Michael Phelps tied history two nights ago, winning his 7th gold medal of the games by a scant .01 of a second. Then tonight, he and the rest of the American team triumphed in the men's 4X100 Individual Medley relay, beating Australia and giving Phelps a record-breaking 8th gold medal in one Olympic games, for a total of 16 Olympic gold medals over his career. An unbelievably humble show of determination and athleticism lead Michael to this point, and has made his entire country proud to have him representing us in Beijing. Additionally, you would think that by now people would learn that trash-talking Michael Phelps and the American relay teams only makes them swim faster. Also, Phelps middle name is Fred.

Not so captivating in my estimation is the silly sport of synchronized diving. A sport that is by definition redundant leaves me wondering why I should be impressed that two people can do the exact same thing at the same time and win a gold medal for it. The difficulty of the dives is much less than in individual diving, and honestly, who cares? Might this spawn a whole new group of synchronized sports? What about synchronized gymnastics, or synchronized weightlifting, or maybe synchronized shot put? If we could get the athletes to face each other, that might be interesting...

I did have a chance to catch a bit of the USA's "Redeem Team" (who came up with that?!?) and their game against the basketball powerhouse of Angola. After Dwyane Wade stole the ball and ran halfway down the court for a slam dunk with no one else in sight, I started to feel bad for Angola, so I quit watching. Blowouts aren't as much fun as they're supposed to be. However, I am always impressed with Dwyane Wade's attitude, and particularly with this comment: "I've played in conference finals and the NBA finals, but I've never been so excited to play a game as I am to play in the Olympics." Dwyane Wade is the man (see below).


As surprising to me as anyone else, I have enjoyed watching beach volleyball this year. I have often criticized the sport for being redundant (see discussion of synchronized diving above) but my attitude toward it is changing a little bit. Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh have played some amazing matches, and I surely hope that they are able to pull of a gold medal. Despite Walsh recovering from shoulder surgery, they have still have been a force to be reckoned with. I heard just the other day that they have played somewhere in the neighborhood of 475 games in the last four years and lost 18 of them. I'm not really sure how that's possible, but I believe they could do it!


Gymnastics has always been a sentimental favorite of mine, and while the team competitions and the men's all-around were mostly a disappointment for the US, the women shined in the all-around competition with Nastia Luiken receiving gold and Shawn Johnson silver. In the face of irregular scores and what seemed to be a Chinese bias in scoring, these women stayed strong.

It seems more and more likely at this point that the Chinese earned their Women's Gymnastics Team gold with at least one ineligible gymnast. The AP reported a few days ago that nine months before the Olympic games, Xinhua, the Chinese government's news agency, reported that gymnast He Kexin was 13 years of age. The AP found the information on a website and though they saved a copy of the webpage, the page was removed from the site in a matter of hours. The New York Times reported in July that Provincial Sports Administration listings showed the age of gymnast Jiang Yuyuan to be 14, also too young for Olympic competition. Despite this, both girls were on the gold-winning women's team. The Chinese claim that these are simply mistakes and that their government-issued passports list the correct ages. However, as one of my friends astutely observed recently, "They've all still got their baby teeth!"

Certainly no investigation will be launched and China will do whatever it needs to in order to avoid further controversy. I am saddened by this though not too surprised, as it tends to be China's modus operandi. It's not only unfair to the other competitors, but is clearly dishonest. The issue isn't about what team would have won had the Chinese not had underage gymnasts on their team, the issue is that their gymnasts are in actuality probably ineligible, and if this is proven to be the case, the team should be stripped of their medals. At least the American team can rest in the fact that they won their silver medal playing by the rules.

Just a little sidenote...at the time I wrote this, the USA was leading the medal count at 57. Just FYI.

Track and field is just gearing up, so there will be plenty more for me to blog about in the coming weeks, but I thought I would leave you with an appropriate link to a hilarious site.
Cake Wrecks is a blog with constantly updated pictures of "When professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong." Here's an Olympic Cake that probably should have been more thought out by the bakers. Enjoy!

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Changing Times


These last couple of weeks have been busy for Kristen and I. We moved into this great new apartment, mostly because we weren't happy with the management of our old apartment complex. A more pressing reason, however, is that we have our Great Dane puppy coming home in just a few weeks. Before updating on that, here are a few pictures of our new apartment, pre-move:

We were pretty excited about the yummy gift basket!

And I was of course very excited that we have our own covered parking spot. Now all my washng and waxing shall not be in vain!

The move would not have been possible without the very generous help of several of our very good friends- they were more than willing to sacrifice their Saturday to help us get all of our junk from one apartment to the other. Thanks Dan, Stephanie, Shelby, Amanda, Nathan and Jennifer...we could not have done it without you!

In other news, we've been out to the breeder's twice recently, with a span of 5 days in between. It is amazing how much the puppies have grown; they were markedly larger when we came back out he second time, and even more outgoing and personable. We got a great feel for their personalities while we were there. The first of the two trips was also the first time the puppies had experienced grass and the outdoors, and they were curious and excited.


Their excitement quickly gave way to exhaustion, however, and before we knew it they were all passed out asleep on the grass.


We woke them, brought them in and fed them, and they promptly fell asleep again, this time on Kristen's lap.


After struggling to make a decision on a puppy the first time, we came back for another visit today, repeating the basic format of our last visit, right down to the puppies falling asleep again on Kristen's lap.



And, after a lot of talking and thinking, we finally settled on which one of the quickly growing girls will be our Paisley...

She's the perfect one for us: she has a very even temperment and loves to play and be near others, but she also is inquisitive and curious and often content to spend a little time to herself. So we'll be bringing this little (or not so little at that point) Fawn Great Dane home on August 17th, and we couldn't be more excited!