<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050</id><updated>2011-09-15T10:44:13.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Modern Ancient</title><subtitle type='html'>"No confession of faith looks merely to the past; every confession seeks to cast the light of a priceless heritage on the needs of the present moment, and so to shape the future."
- The Book Of Confessions (PCUSA)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3480763470701666997</id><published>2010-05-08T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:23:52.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would Jesus think...</title><content type='html'>Of our economic system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/EDS00Pnhkqk/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDS00Pnhkqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDS00Pnhkqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a short theological study of capitalism with a group of my fellow seminarians this semester. While we approached the subject from the point of view that we live in a capitalist society and that, in and of itself, capitalism is not evil, we definitely concluded that there is much that is evil which the system perpetuates by rewarding. I'll be discussing this in a bit more detail throughout this week, but what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, U2 has a great cover of this song as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3480763470701666997?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3480763470701666997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3480763470701666997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3480763470701666997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3480763470701666997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-would-jesus-think.html' title='What would Jesus think...'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3954012942201842750</id><published>2010-03-27T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:42:15.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S65ZXLymbgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ekL6LrX1ILs/s1600/two+roads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S65ZXLymbgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ekL6LrX1ILs/s320/two+roads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453394453629136386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been on a bit of a Gandhi kick lately. I just re-read a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gandhi-His-Life-Message-World/dp/0451627423/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1269717548&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;biography&lt;/a&gt; about him and watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083987/"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt;. It reminded me that we all have the ability to choose the right path, the path that stands against injustice... even if that means suffering injustice in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That path can never include utilizing the same practices of the oppressors. As Gandhi said, "An eye for an eye leaves a blind world." Or, as George Carlin so eloquently put it, "Trying to achieve peace through war is like trying to gain virginity by f**king." The only way to change a system is to act in the exact opposite way of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great Seinfeld episode where George realizes that his natural inclinations always lead to ruin. So, he decides to figure out what his natural response would be, and to do the exact opposite. That is how we should react to an unjust structure. If it's natural response is A, then we should do B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a choice. There are two songs that I think demonstrate this choice superbly. First, the &lt;a href="http://flobots.com/"&gt;Flobots&lt;/a&gt; song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Handlebars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:232420" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=artist%3D2548180%26vid%3D232420%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A232420" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/flobots/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;The Flobots&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;a href="http://www.flaminglips.com/"&gt;Flaming Lips&lt;/a&gt; (I love me some Flaming Lips!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:80125" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=id%3D1620586%26vid%3D80125%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A80125" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/flaming_lips/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;The Flaming Lips&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that humanity talks about peace and justice (heck, we use the term "humane" to define such things) yet we continue to try to use war and resource control to achieve them? This is what we've done our entire existence. Isn't a definition of insanity continuing in the same course of action yet expecting different results? Are we insane? Sometimes I think so, but people like Jesus, Gandhi, Dorothy Day, MLK Jr., Mother Teresa, and thousands of others have inspired us to greater heights. We must, must, must remember their examples whenever we come to the place where we are offered the choice to be humane or be cruel. Daily we are faced with two roads. Let this be said of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path of peace and justice has historically been less traveled. Let us be a generation that tramples down the weeds which have become overgrown on that trail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3954012942201842750?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3954012942201842750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3954012942201842750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3954012942201842750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3954012942201842750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/03/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S65ZXLymbgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ekL6LrX1ILs/s72-c/two+roads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7562521523979628725</id><published>2010-03-26T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:30:37.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my neighbor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S60iQvm3JEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xKVAOxh5DLY/s1600/rogers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S60iQvm3JEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xKVAOxh5DLY/s320/rogers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453052394868253762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember my first long road trip. My family didn't take vacations when I was growing up, so it wasn't until I was 20 or so that a friend of mine invited me to ride with him out to Colorado to pick up another friend. We were going to take two weeks for the whole trip, including driving through Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, and the world's biggest ball of twine. Just kidding about the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the roads we eventually spent some time on was US-50. At first, I didn't think much of it, but then I realized that Columbia Parkway and Wooster Pike in Cincinnati, my hometown, was US-50. I had lived in an apartment on Wooster Pike when I was growing up. That's when it hit me... the houses we were passing (over a thousand miles away) has sort of been my neighbors. I mean, we lived on the same street so didn't that make us neighbors? I was little tempted to stop and ask for a cup of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world got a little smaller that day. I thought about the &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=136638066"&gt;parable of the Good Samaritan&lt;/a&gt;. Jesus affirms that to inherit eternal life, we must love the Lord our God with all our heart, and with all our soul, and with all our strength, and with all our mind; and your neighbor as ourselves. But then the million dollar question comes... who is my neighbor? That road trip forced me to realize that anyone with whom I share space is my neighbor. Now, I can choose to limit the space to my home, my street, my community, my city, etc.  However, being on that road and acknowledging that people a thousand miles away could be my neighbor challenged me to consider anyone and everyone my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that every human being is created in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imago Dei&lt;/span&gt;, the image of God. Every single one of us has the fingerprint of the Eternal in our fragile bodies. If we can respond to each other with this in mind, we can truly begin to see God's "kingdom come and will be done on earth as it is in heaven." It may sound sappy, but it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do when &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; treat others this way, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do not? Does that give us permission to deny the presence of God in them? No, it does not. Even when the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imago Dei&lt;/span&gt; in me is trampled upon, I must still respect, and even love, the reflection of the Almighty in my neighbor. Perhaps that willingness to love, even in the face of injustice, will win over the enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean we love injustice! But we must love those who perpetrate such things. Gandhi loved his British oppressors. He knew, or rather believed with all his heart, that they would eventually see the error of their ways and grant self-government to India. He further knew that when that day came, it would be better for him and the movement he inspired to have dealt kindly, despite the fact that they were rarely afforded the same kindness, with their oppressors; for, one day they would have to deal with each other as equals, and Gandhi was building a future partnership and friendship with those he once might have seen as enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me to consider having that type of hope for people I tend to deem as enemies. To think that they one day could be friends, and to choose to treat them as such even before they stop their cruelty, is a true mark of faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7562521523979628725?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7562521523979628725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7562521523979628725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7562521523979628725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7562521523979628725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-is-my-neighbor.html' title='Who is my neighbor?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S60iQvm3JEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xKVAOxh5DLY/s72-c/rogers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5755693600992906613</id><published>2010-03-24T03:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:46:58.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6nA6-5MNjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Nc8BvRPVlFo/s1600/trinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6nA6-5MNjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Nc8BvRPVlFo/s320/trinity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452100943456515634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please understand that this statement of faith is a work in progress. I am open to any suggestions and appreciate any push-back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I give my heart to  and allow my actions to pour out of my conviction that there has always existed, continues to exist, and will forever exist one God who is manifest in three distinct persons yet still a singular entity. This has traditionally been called the Trinity. It is both mysterious and revealed in my experience of this Lord, Master, and Lover of all. God has intermittently and dramatically intervened in human history and at the same time has allowed human choice to affect events past, present and future. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I commit myself to the first, but not premier, person of the Trinity, historically called the Father by name yet the gender-neutral Parent of all humanity and the Creator and Organizer of the universe in function. God has intermittently and dramatically intervened in human history and at the same time has allowed human choice to affect events past, present and future. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The most unique and sensational intercession by God was the incarnation of the second yet equal person of the Trinity in the entirely human and wholly divine person of Jesus of Nazareth, also called the Christ.  Jesus is the Word and Wisdom of God enfleshed, the ramifications of which are that in him God enjoyed the complete human experience.  He was born of a woman, a virgin at the time of his birth to demonstrate the remarkable and singular nature of the event, and matured into adulthood.  Because of his ministry to the marginalized and outcast, inherently calling into question the unjust systems of the world, he acquired both devout disciples and avid enemies.  He was eventually arrested by those with power, underwent a trial by the Roman authority, Pontius Pilate, and was sentenced to death.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The manner of his torture and execution – being whipped without mercy and nailed to a cross until he suffocated and died – caused him to suffer tremendously, allowing him to thoroughly empathize with an afflicted humanity.  After a few days, by the power of the third, though living in cooperative and mutual interdependence with the other two, person of the Trinity, known as the Holy Spirit by name and acting as our divine comforter and companion in function, Jesus was raised from the dead.  This event, called the resurrection, occurred in time and space.  After 40 days, he ascended into heaven where he sits in harmonious relationship with the other two persons of the Trinity.  His resurrection gives his followers hope for the future and his eventual return when his vision of a perfectly just Kingdom of God will come to fruition.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus’ birth, life, death, and resurrection served to reconcile humanity with God, each other, and creation as a whole.  Human beings from the beginning of time have chosen to wallow in their perceived freedom only to discover that they have actually refused the gifts of God.  However, through the work of Jesus, every person has the opportunity to experience redemption, allowing them to live in unity with God, one another, and all of creation.  Though humans will never be perfect in this life, they are at once both sinners and saints.  As they choose to permit God to work in them and through them, they will serve to bring about the coming Kingdom of God, and I so choose to trust in the work and victory of Jesus so that God may use me, and I may be in proper relation to my fellow human being.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God works in and through humanity by means of the Holy Spirit. Though the third person of the Trinity is the most difficult to comprehend, I fully acknowledge the Spirit’s presence and influence on my life.  I also affirm that the Spirit desires believers to be in relationship with each other.  This has historically been called the catholic, meaning one, church, and it consists of all believers throughout all time, whether still on Earth or awaiting their own resurrection.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I submit that there are many marks of a believer and true member of the church.  They have been initiated through the sacrament of Baptism, they actively seek community with fellow believers by frequently meeting and participating in the sacrament of the Eucharist together, and they desire to live out the moral commands of God, expressed in both the Hebrew Scriptures as well as the New Testament. Together, these two testaments comprise an unequaled authority within Christianity, though it is imperative that these scriptures be interpreted within the community of believers so as to not corrupt their meaning or neglect the individual experiences of fellow followers of Christ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I commit myself to the hope of the goodness of God which will once again envelope all of creation.  I may not see it happen in my lifetime, but I am convinced of its imminent arrival, which inspires me to live as though it is already here and to work for its realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5755693600992906613?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5755693600992906613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5755693600992906613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5755693600992906613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5755693600992906613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6nA6-5MNjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Nc8BvRPVlFo/s72-c/trinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4055506654915607840</id><published>2010-03-23T08:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:06:34.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6i6z0HjmUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hPoup13X9kc/s1600-h/Indiana-Jones-Start.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6i6z0HjmUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hPoup13X9kc/s320/Indiana-Jones-Start.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451812748258416962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am working on a Statement of Faith for one of my classes. It is fun and difficult at the same time. I enjoy articulating my theological positions on issues, but it is hard to craft a document like this. It can only be a certain length (and I can be a tad verbose when discussing things I am passionate about). Plus, this is for a grade so creativity and style are important. I cannot simply hand in a list of bullet points. I have to craft this document. Eventually, this will be how I am judged by churches where I will be seeking a call. Of course, I know that this document will be revised in the coming years, but it is still me taking a stand. I take that seriously. I want to be firm yet compassionate to the fact that there are those who will disagree with me... many of whom are much smarter than I am and have just as strong of an argument for their position as I do. I want to apply my theological statements, which stem from historic beliefs within Christianity, to our modern day concerns and attempt to clean up seemingly archaic language. In all, I want this to be both practical and poetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post my rough draft later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4055506654915607840?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4055506654915607840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4055506654915607840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4055506654915607840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4055506654915607840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6i6z0HjmUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hPoup13X9kc/s72-c/Indiana-Jones-Start.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7024064639575862129</id><published>2010-03-22T08:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:17:31.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Romero, John Stewart, Stupidity, and Health Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6dokBiM9iI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l_AK8g4VFe0/s1600-h/Romero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6dokBiM9iI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l_AK8g4VFe0/s320/Romero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451440842051745314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am frustrated about Health Care Reform.  However, it is not in a "tea party" sense, but rather I am annoyed that the reform did not go far enough.  I am a bit angry that instead of truly making health care available to all, our government has simply given insurance companies more customers.  Granted, many more will be able to get insurance and the corporations will be limited in their ability to deny coverage, but there has been no true regulation nor competition enacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am a single-payer kind of guy.  I understand many disagree with me, and that is fine. I can appreciate the validity of the other side's argument. I simply see this situation differently than they do.  I believe that free and universally available health care is fundamental to a stable society.  When we have such disparity in the quality of medical care based on things such as income, race, geographical location, etc., enormous segments of society become disenfranchised.  This will eventually lead to protests and uprisings.  However, in the short run it has already led to many "working the system" and passing the costs onto others.  I believe that a society has the inherent quality of looking out for the well-being of each other.  If we don't do that, especially on something as fundamental as whether someone lives or dies, then we are simply a bunch of individuals who happen to share space.  We can be better than that, and universal health care is a significant step in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that is not what happened, and I have been frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a quote from Oscar Romero reminded me that though we may not see the desired end result, steps in the right direction are good as well. Here is the quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,&lt;br /&gt;it is even beyond our vision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction&lt;br /&gt;of the magnificent enterprise that is God's work.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying&lt;br /&gt;that the kingdom always lies beyond us.&lt;br /&gt;No statement says all that could be said.&lt;br /&gt;No prayer fully expresses our faith.&lt;br /&gt;No confession brings perfection.&lt;br /&gt;No pastoral visit brings wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;No program accomplishes the church's mission.&lt;br /&gt;No set of goals and objectives includes everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is what we are about.&lt;br /&gt;We plant the seeds that one day will grow.&lt;br /&gt;We water seeds already planted,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that they hold future promise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We lay foundations that will need further development.&lt;br /&gt;We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation&lt;br /&gt;in realizing that. This enables us to do something,&lt;br /&gt;and to do it very well. It may be incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;but it is a beginning, a step along the way,&lt;br /&gt;an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We may never see the end results, but that is the difference&lt;br /&gt;between the master builder and the worker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.&lt;br /&gt;We are prophets of a future not our own.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you aren't familiar with Romero, you should be.  To our society's detriment, this is what many people think of the Archbishop's worth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com'&gt;The Daily Show With Jon Stewart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-march-17-2010/don-t-mess-with-textbooks'&gt;Don't Mess With Textbooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/'&gt;www.thedailyshow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:267798' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes'&gt;Daily Show&lt;br/&gt; Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/videos/tag/health'&gt;Health Care Reform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how stupid some people can be, and it saddens me that often, stupid people seek power while intelligent people do not.  I don't know why that is.  Maybe stupid people are insecure and political office (or simply being on any committee that has influence over people) helps them feel better about themselves. Not sure.  But, I do know that, based on this story, the Texas Board of Education is full of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romero reminds me that fighting for what's right means that I will be constantly frustrated.  This is why small steps in the right direction must be celebrated. So, even though I wish health care reform had gone much further, I celebrate the fact that 30million of my fellow members of society will have access to affordable heath insurance, thus providing them with the basic care that we all deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7024064639575862129?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7024064639575862129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7024064639575862129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7024064639575862129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7024064639575862129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-romero-john-stewart-stupidity-and.html' title='Oscar Romero, John Stewart, Stupidity, and Health Care'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S6dokBiM9iI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l_AK8g4VFe0/s72-c/Romero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8757772980207792639</id><published>2010-02-22T03:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:08:43.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S4JH2vzHUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6oUp71291j0/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S4JH2vzHUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6oUp71291j0/s320/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440990305686344146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a roommate once who thought that if he could just simply stop sleeping that his productivity would skyrocket.  Soon, he moved to sleeping very little, and eventually he went back to a normal routine, but not before becoming somewhat cranky and a little paranoid for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need sleep. I need sleep. However, right now, I just can't do it.  I know that part of it is that the medication level that I usually take has gotten out of whack, and so I am simply trying to embrace the no-sleep (or better termed the "sleep at extremely irregular and inconvenient times") by doing a bit of blogging and doing a lot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy, for some reason, does not sleep well when I am not in the bed.  I get like that a little bit as well but only when she is not in bed because she is out of town or something.  But for her, having me in bed has become such a part of her sleep ritual that she has to take Tylenol PM whenever I pull an all-nighter.  It's nice to know she misses me, and it forces me to have as few of those late-nights as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bit of a rambling post, but it is 3am (please, no Matchbox 20 references).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8757772980207792639?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8757772980207792639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8757772980207792639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8757772980207792639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8757772980207792639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S4JH2vzHUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6oUp71291j0/s72-c/sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3124103794897266797</id><published>2010-02-06T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:41:21.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I Was There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S23Se1C5HCI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xvm1W4TQx0Y/s1600-h/palm_tree_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S23Se1C5HCI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xvm1W4TQx0Y/s320/palm_tree_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435231752383175714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a little over 6 months since my wife and I moved from Jacksonville, Florida to Chicago.  We moved so that I could attend seminary and in hopes that Kristy might have more employment opportunities here.  So far, we have enjoyed living in the city. Public transportation is fantastic - though sometimes it can be a little dicey - and there is always something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... damn I miss the weather in Florida!  I don't think I can stress how much I am hating the cold here.  I always knew that I preferred heat to cold.  Don't get me wrong, there are some miserable hot days in Florida, but they don't last for six months!  The heat can be extremely uncomfortable, but the cold actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I took the dog to the dog beach and, by the time we left, I think I was experiencing the beginning stages of hypothermia.  I have been home for almost three hours now and I still can't seem to get warm.  Everyone tells me that Chicago is the greatest place to live once it warms up. Hopefully that will be enough to get me through the next couple of months of this misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3124103794897266797?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3124103794897266797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3124103794897266797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3124103794897266797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3124103794897266797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-i-was-there.html' title='Wish I Was There'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S23Se1C5HCI/AAAAAAAAALo/Xvm1W4TQx0Y/s72-c/palm_tree_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7379034170508091320</id><published>2010-02-04T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:23:20.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S2r_tZI-epI/AAAAAAAAALg/cAGKkIWtJuU/s1600-h/AReallyLongDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S2r_tZI-epI/AAAAAAAAALg/cAGKkIWtJuU/s320/AReallyLongDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434437055683656338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week is the start of my second semester of seminary.  I am taking 4 classes... which is the same number that I did last semester. However, all 4 take place within a 27 hour period - beginning at 9am on Tuesday and ending at noon on Wednesday.  I am not going to lie, this first week was rough.  By the time the third class on Tuesday began, I had a pounding headache and zero attention-span. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Adderall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it is prescription. I was diagnosed pretty heavily A.D.D. and without the Adderall, there is no possible way I could get through a single 3-hour class let alone a schedule like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think about all the people who suffer from some sort of mental/chemical imbalance.  Just because one isn't sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching or have a stuffy head or fever, it doesn't mean their body has no need for medication. (wow... how many negatives were in that sentence??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally seen, and heard numerous stories about, people who are bipolar or manic-depressive or suffer from crippling anxiety simply think that by trying harder, they will get by. As someone who live like that for years, I can tell those people that they can't. If something is wrong with our bodies, we should take the steps necessary to fix the problem. I remember when I first started on my medications.  It was like a whole new world opened up to me. I asked my pastor, Kevin, "Is this how most people feel all the time?" He said, "Yes. Amazing isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing indeed. Because I was finally diagnosed and submitted to treatment, I have been able to continue my education... something I had, at one time, become convinced I would never be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuesdays... bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7379034170508091320?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7379034170508091320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7379034170508091320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7379034170508091320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7379034170508091320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S2r_tZI-epI/AAAAAAAAALg/cAGKkIWtJuU/s72-c/AReallyLongDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7107229328332326137</id><published>2010-02-03T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:43:57.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S2mHu_dUuGI/AAAAAAAAALY/FKxXrWUa0Gs/s1600-h/ash_wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S2mHu_dUuGI/AAAAAAAAALY/FKxXrWUa0Gs/s320/ash_wednesday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434023666777372770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Season of Lent begins today.  So, many people will be foregoing chocolate, alcohol, cussing, etc. for the next 40 days. I have given up things throughout the years; however, I am always a little suspect when it comes to my motives.  I remember one year I decided to give up fast food.  This included pizza.  Did I mention I was delivering pizzas roughly 30 hours a week?  It was rough. I made it though, and that pizza on Easter evening was one of the best I've ever had.  Unfortunately, I am pretty sure I did it because I had been gaining weight and was really just looking to improve my eating habits. It was in no way, shape or form a spiritual exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other years, I have really tried to treat whatever I was giving up as a fast.  When I began to crave said item, I would try to pray and remember the One who gave up everything (I could probably say "ones" since there have been many in my life who have sacrificed themselves, in one way or another, for me... but this is a time to focus on Jesus).  There are people who put pebbles in their shoes so that every time they take an uncomfortable step they can recall Christ. That is what this fast should be I think. That's why I should look to give up something that will truly "hurt"... not in a self-flagellation sort of way but something that I will sincerely miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am giving up something this year, but I'll keep it between God and me for the time being. However, I also want to "give up" slacking on this blog. I know I've said that a few times, but I am committing to posting something every day except Tuesdays (since I am in class from 9am - 9pm on that day) during Lent. This one has selfish motives. I am hoping that it will instill the habit in me again of posting regularly. It is not a fast per se, but it will be a little challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that I can give my fast to God. This is not for me or so that others can be impressed.  This is something I can give to the Almighty. Of course, we always benefit from a fast that is entered into with a broken and contrite heart, and I do look forward to the spiritual reward, but I pray that I will focus my attention on God - Father, Son, Holy Spirt... Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer - and contemplate the significance of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7107229328332326137?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7107229328332326137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7107229328332326137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7107229328332326137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7107229328332326137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/S2mHu_dUuGI/AAAAAAAAALY/FKxXrWUa0Gs/s72-c/ash_wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8734465557279970913</id><published>2009-10-11T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:45:39.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When pigs fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/StJrzlah5bI/AAAAAAAAALM/BigPbpBdytA/s1600-h/falling-cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/StJrzlah5bI/AAAAAAAAALM/BigPbpBdytA/s320/falling-cows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391490237876790706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... or cows fall. Of course, pigs flying would be more appropriate since I am going to quickly mention the 4-1 Cincinnati Bengals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been a Bengals fan my entire life. I grew up in Cincinnati, and I was in middle school when Boomer Esiason (I will spill the beans on a VERY awkward meeting I had with him at a later date... let's just say, he might rightly have a restraining order against me, or at least have been extremely creeped out) led them to the Super Bowl. Unfortunately, I had to watch them lose on a (admittedly) spectacular 84 second drive - the length of the field - orchestrated by the great Joe Montana. However, they were, are, and always will be my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, because they were the losingest (not sure that's a word) franchise in the '90s and not much hotter in the early '00s, they have brought a lot of pain in my life. I remember dreading Sundays because I knew I would get my hopes up only to see them dashed upon the rocks... or the shoulder pads of some better managed team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold the phone! Now, I can wear my Palmer jersey proud. I can wear my old Bengal's t-shirt with honor (that way people know that I am not just jumping on the bandwagon, well at this point it is probably more of a bandscooter). My Bengals are 4-1 and in 1st place in the AFC North. I just wish I could actually see them on television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8734465557279970913?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8734465557279970913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8734465557279970913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8734465557279970913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8734465557279970913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-pigs-fly.html' title='When pigs fly'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/StJrzlah5bI/AAAAAAAAALM/BigPbpBdytA/s72-c/falling-cows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3236443565236226235</id><published>2009-10-08T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:20:04.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Ss4qHI7DRfI/AAAAAAAAALE/MRjbhkOuJeU/s1600-h/endorsement-deal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390292106151675378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Ss4qHI7DRfI/AAAAAAAAALE/MRjbhkOuJeU/s320/endorsement-deal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wife has been looking for a job in Chicago for a few months now, and she is frustrated.  The job market (especially in her field) is bleak. She put her resumé in for a part-time position recently, and the guy hiring told her that he received 80 resumés in less than a week for a job for which he was expecting to hire a student. The search sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think the hardest part about trying to find employment is the concept of "selling" yourself. How do you do that without sounding like an arrogant ass?  You are supposed to accentuate (exaggerate?) your strengths, ignore your weaknesses, and basically show them why they would be idiots not to hire you.  However, you don't want to sound like you are over-confident or incapable of working with a team or taking instruction from a boss. You are supposed to be a "self-starter" who can follow directions... seems like an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife struggled with this for a while, but I think she found a great way to allow her resumé to build her up while still showing humility.  Instead of singing her own praises, she gathered quotes from former co-workers, colleagues, and supervisors and placed them in the margins. Not only was it a creative use of a part of the paper that goes unused, but it shows that those she has worked with/for valued what she brought to the table. It's like sneaking in extra references while enhancing the visual presentation of the resumé. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it is a tough balance to market yourself as indispensable while not sounding egotistical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3236443565236226235?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3236443565236226235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3236443565236226235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3236443565236226235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3236443565236226235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/10/sell-out.html' title='Sell-Out'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Ss4qHI7DRfI/AAAAAAAAALE/MRjbhkOuJeU/s72-c/endorsement-deal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1481773945328114027</id><published>2009-10-07T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:45:42.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SsyVjqmZHWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iMEYuWS5db4/s1600-h/gossip-girl-cast-photo-cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SsyVjqmZHWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iMEYuWS5db4/s320/gossip-girl-cast-photo-cw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389847294018919778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am fairly certain that I wrote about this before, but I felt compelled to confess once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago (well, more like a year and a half) I was sitting on the couch reading for a class. My wife came in, picked up the remote control - which is unlike her since she usually doesn't watch much television - and proceeded to put it on the CW. I asked her what she was watching and if I should go to the other room. She skated around what she was going to watch and said that I might want to adjourn to the spare room and my desk. I pressed the issue. Finally, after some cajoling and the opening montage of the show, I found out that my lovely wife was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to totally make fun of her for watching that sort of trash. Now, don't get me wrong. When the original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt; came out, I was in Junior High and definitely watched eagerly. I watched every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real World&lt;/span&gt; from season 1 (wow, I am dating myself here) through season 5 when people actually "stopped being polite," but instead of starting "to get real," they just hooked up... a lot... in the mandatory hot tub... on the first night. All this to say, I have watched some trash. But I hadn't been addicted to a high school soap opera since before my voice dropped and I got armpit hair (which, incidentally, the voice dropped when I was 13, but the hair didn't come until I was 17... late bloomer I guess). Now, my 20-something (soon to be 30-something... a former primetime soap opera about yuppies) was enthralled with over-privileged, borderline juvenile delinquents who manage to avoid consequences because of their parents' astounding wealth and social power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to continue reading on the couch in order to be able to point out my wife's ridiculousness. Mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife who the characters were, and she began to relate the story line. I asked a few more questions. Then, &lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6700000/Chuck-1x01-chuck-bass-6716945-1280-800.jpg"&gt;Chuck Bass&lt;/a&gt;, the conniving ladies man with a fantastic wardrobe (which I could never pull off... I mean, who wears lavender??) said the line, "There's something wrong with that level of perfection, it needs to be violated." A VILLIAN!! I instantly liked this guy. Not because I found him honorable, but because he almost epitomized decadence and everything that's wrong in the world, and I wanted to see if he ever "got his" in the end. I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say, last night my wife was able to leave work early, and we were able to catch up on the last two episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;. It is our guilty pleasure. Usually it involves wine or champagne (technically it's sparkling white wine since champagne only comes from the Champagne Region in France, but that's just semantics), and we sit back and watch the mayhem unfold. It's fun, in a sick and twisted - not to mention voyeuristic sort of way - and we enjoy being together doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that everyone has these guilty pleasures. I don't think they are wrong (unless of course they involve physical or emotional damage to you or others... like adultery or something to that effect). Rather, they are a way to blow off some steam, and perhaps they can serve to bring two people - or more - who share the same guilty pleasure together a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your guilty pleasure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1481773945328114027?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1481773945328114027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1481773945328114027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1481773945328114027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1481773945328114027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SsyVjqmZHWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iMEYuWS5db4/s72-c/gossip-girl-cast-photo-cw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4992912901578397933</id><published>2009-10-06T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:30:47.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SstgjuNGKmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8vVt_AQGOno/s1600-h/update.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SstgjuNGKmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8vVt_AQGOno/s320/update.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389507545893579362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave is ready to get back in the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been a while. Crazy schedule the past couple of months, but I am back. I am getting back into a rhythm. This pattern, the one I've found to be healthiest for me, consists of working out regularly, not sleeping in too late, not staying up too late (though that has some wiggle room depending on deadlines), doing the chores around the apartment, and blogging regularly. I won't promise everyday since life can get in the way and I want to avoid frustration by not getting caught up in the legalism of maintaining a schedule. Rather, I will promise myself that I will get back in shape: mentally, physically, and spiritually. Thus, my update is that, at the moment, I am fat, disorganized, and lazy, but with hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4992912901578397933?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4992912901578397933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4992912901578397933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4992912901578397933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4992912901578397933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/10/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SstgjuNGKmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8vVt_AQGOno/s72-c/update.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5099022173697435626</id><published>2009-07-22T00:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:54:19.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SmaYJVAaKJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j5Aor9gf904/s1600-h/squeezing_blood_out_of_a_turnip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SmaYJVAaKJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j5Aor9gf904/s320/squeezing_blood_out_of_a_turnip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361139692456257682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristy and I have been trying to sell a house for over 3 years. We loved the house in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;So many amazing things took place there. We will never forget the two weeks that ten people and one dog shared the two bedroom/one bathroom home. Kristy and I slept in our room, four girls slept in the spare room, and four guys slept in the garage (we sort of converted it to a room). We shared food, stayed up late playing cards, and laughed. What an amazing two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house allowed us to learn a ton about hospitality and living with open doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have been forced to try a Short Sale, which is when the house sells for less than what is owed, but the bank agrees to basically forgive the outstanding amount. It hurts your credit but no to the extent that a foreclosure does. Well, the realtor found a buyer. Our contract stated that the realtor would get 6% for their part... pretty standard. However, the contract also stated that all aspects of the contract are subject to the approval of the lender, and they only agreed to pay 4%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our realtor is coming after us for the other 2%. We have another realtor who has been representing us with the lender and communicating with the realtor in PA, and she has assured me that we don't owe the money. I tried to appeal to our realtor (the person who is supposed to represent our interests in this deal) to waive the 2% since the reason we are doing a Short Sale is because we are in a bit of financial distress. Kristy has been unemployed since February and we are in the process of moving to Chicago for me to go to school. We don't have any income at this moment. Unfortunately, the realtor basically said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have played the contract card. I told him that it was clear in the contract that whatever the loan holder agreed to is what is expected. Since they only agreed to 4%, that is all the realtor gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that the realtor backs out and we are forced to take them to court. I have a big problem with the idea of suing someone. I feel we should try to work things out as best we can without relying on the court system. I have never had to sue anyone in the past and don't want to ever have to do it. This whole situation makes me sick to my stomach. This realtor is coming after us for less than $400 (he is making over $3,000 on the sale already). If I had it, I would give it to him. But coming after us for money at this point is like trying to squeeze blood from a turnip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5099022173697435626?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5099022173697435626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5099022173697435626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5099022173697435626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5099022173697435626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/07/obligation.html' title='Obligation?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SmaYJVAaKJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j5Aor9gf904/s72-c/squeezing_blood_out_of_a_turnip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-6759320723298453000</id><published>2009-07-16T20:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:14:19.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sl-_Wymwj3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nes7Q__psDs/s1600-h/jump_through_hoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sl-_Wymwj3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nes7Q__psDs/s320/jump_through_hoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359212479856545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate busy work. Partially because I am so A.D.D. that it is excruciatingly painful for me to concentrate from beginning to end of a task that ultimately has zero importance.  The other reason is that I am unbelievably prideful and hate kowtowing to the demands of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a bit of (what I believe) pointless busy work. I will be starting seminary in the fall, and &lt;a href="http://www.mccormick.edu/"&gt;McCormick&lt;/a&gt; apparently requires its incoming Juniors (that's what a Freshman is called at seminary... weird I know) to submit a writing sample. Now, mind you, most graduate schools and seminaries require a writing sample during the application process. All the other places I applied to asked me to submit a paper that I had written during my undergraduate education. McCormick did not require one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had been accepted, given a scholarship, and sent my intent to enroll I was informed that I had to write a 750 word response to a small article. Everyone was given the same article and guidelines. After typing, I had to print it out, sign and date it (to insure that I did it all by myself), and send it to be analyzed as to whether I would need help with writing while in seminary. I fully understand that some people are coming in after being out of college for quite sometime. I also am aware that some do have difficulty with writing on a scholarly level. But, I think it a bit ridiculous not to just have us submit something that we had already written (if available).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, shouldn't we trust each other? I have two ways this idea of trust was dismissed in this process. First, if you don't trust me to complete an assignment on my own when you ask me to, why did you let me into seminary? Second, if someone needs help with their writing, shouldn't, at this level, we expect them to seek it out on their own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really mind doing this writing. It was not particularly difficult and the topic was sort of interesting. It is more the principle. Okay, I'm done ranting now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-6759320723298453000?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/6759320723298453000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=6759320723298453000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6759320723298453000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6759320723298453000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-busy-work.html' title='Hoops'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sl-_Wymwj3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Nes7Q__psDs/s72-c/jump_through_hoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-6090545666035122244</id><published>2009-07-15T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:27:40.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting is the hardest part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sl4b77zYTsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bfgT0n4KYAs/s1600-h/Tom+Petty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sl4b77zYTsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bfgT0n4KYAs/s320/Tom+Petty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358751323096895170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristy and I have been in Colorado for a month. We are staying with her parents. Their house sits high on the slope of a small mountain, looking over a reservoir, and the views are spectacular. Every night there are millions of stars, while every morning the sun sparkles on the water down below. A family of deer live in the thicket right outside the house. In all, it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we get no cell phone service at the house (a tough thing when you are trying to sell a house, a car, get everything organized for when you get to your final destination, etc.). Civilization is a half an hour away... and it's not a lot of civilization. I have come to realize that I enjoy visiting the outdoors and wilderness, but I am a city boy at heart and could never live out here. None of this is to say that we don't love being here. In fact, we are having a great time, but we are excited to get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to enter a new chapter in our life together. Another move, but one that will provide us with a little more financial freedom. Not a lot of freedom, but the fact that rent is paid for the next three years is pretty cool for people who have been paying a mortgage on a house we haven't lived in for over three years. Also, the opportunities available for us in Chicago are vast. I get to be trained for a job I am excited about. I also will have the opportunity for stellar education. Kristy's job prospects are great, and if she wants to go back to school she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we are enjoying ourselves at the moment... trying to take advantage of this time with her parents as well as just the rest we are able to get right now.  Yet, we want to get going... we want to get settled... we are ready for the next stage... and, to quote Tom Petty, waiting is the hardest part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-6090545666035122244?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/6090545666035122244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=6090545666035122244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6090545666035122244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6090545666035122244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-is-hardest-part.html' title='Waiting is the hardest part'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sl4b77zYTsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bfgT0n4KYAs/s72-c/Tom+Petty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-6973402833339974965</id><published>2009-07-14T13:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:49:20.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SlzAUj8USyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GmpN5jjp0TQ/s1600-h/the+sky+is+falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SlzAUj8USyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GmpN5jjp0TQ/s400/the+sky+is+falling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358369116142193442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, the bishops of the Episcopal Church (the American branch of the Anglican Church) voted to allow gays and lesbians full participation in any ordained ministry (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/15/us/15episcopal.html"&gt;see NY Times full article&lt;/a&gt;). This move was not made sans controversy. There is a strong contingent within the Episcopal Church that opposes the full participation of active homosexuals in the life of the church, both in the U.S. and in Africa which has a very vocal branch of the Anglican Church as well. Here, there have already been four dioceses that have split to form a new denomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many theological arguments on both sides of this issue. Despite what one thinks is right, I get extremely frustrated when someone suggests that those on the other side either don't "know what the Bible says" or simply don't care. The issue of someone psychologically wired (perhaps even genetically though that has yet to be conclusively shown) for same sex attraction entering into a committed, monogamous relationship with another person pre-disposed for same sex attraction is never discussed in the Bible. Homosexual physical acts are, but they seem to always be in the context of the acts being unnatural for those who are participating in them. Of course it is unnatural and wrong for someone who is not pre-disposed for same sex attraction to simply engage in such acts for mere pleasure... just like it is wrong for anyone to ever use another person as a sexual object without being in a committed, monogamous (and I would argue covenental) relationship. My point is, though the Bible does unequivocally condemn unnatural, same sex activity, it never mentions natural same sex activity. My conclusion, this seems to be an issue that can go either way biblically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I have trouble with people on either side condemning the other. Each side must make their argument AND be willing to be convinced by the other side if that argument rings true. If I have learned anything so far, it is that when I think I know, without a doubt, what the Bible says, I am soon challenged by the same Bible with passages that seem to contradict what I had thought was 100% truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People must follow their God-given consciences. If that leads some to sever denominational relations then so be it. I love the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiat justitia, ruat caelum&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let justice be done, though the heavens fall &lt;/span&gt;(or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do justice even if the sky falls down&lt;/span&gt;). If you think something is right, do it. I think the only stipulation is that it is never right to do something wrong in the name of doing something right. Take the murder of &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1902838,00.html"&gt;George Tiller&lt;/a&gt; as an example of how NOT to apply this Latin phrase. It is impossible to be "pro-life" and commit a murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own denomination is wrestling with this issue. I have very close friends and mentors on polar opposites of this issue. Both love God, and both love others. Both believe the Bible. What do you do with that?? It comes down to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you read the Bible. One might say they take everything literally... but they most likely don't. Another might say only certain passages are authoritative... but, that is tantamount to saying that only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the person) are authoritative since they are deciding what passages are useful. The appropriate, in my view, response is to simply acknowledge that the entire Bible has something important to say to those who call themselves Christian. However, all of us... every single one... picks and chooses which verses we think have bigger things to say than others. A professor friend of mine, a student and friend of Walter Brueggemann's, told me that Brueggemann would come into his classes and challenge everyone that each person bases their theology on 40 verses. He would then assign his students to figure out which 40 verses they use. Brueggemann himself has &lt;a href="http://www.thewitness.org/archive/nov2002/brueggemann.html"&gt;stated&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt;Martin Luther King, Jr., famously said that the arc of history is bent    toward justice. And the parallel statement that I want to make is that the arc    of the Gospel is bent toward inclusiveness. And I think that’s a kind of    elemental conviction through which I then read the text. I suspect a lot of    people who share this approach simply sort out the parts of the text that are    in the service of inclusion and kind of put aside the parts of the text that    move in the other direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked what he does with the rest of the verses, he says we must take them seriously, but that it is impossible to take every verse equally... no one does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue of homosexuality will continue to be divisive. People must follow their conscience and their interpretations of scripture, but they must also respect that those who disagree with them are simply doing the same thing. There is room for all within Christianity. Christ commanded us to love one another... we must seek to do that first. If that is our attitude, positive debate is possible, and the ability to agree to disagree won't lead to further splits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-6973402833339974965?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/6973402833339974965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=6973402833339974965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6973402833339974965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6973402833339974965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/07/inclusion.html' title='Inclusion'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SlzAUj8USyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GmpN5jjp0TQ/s72-c/the+sky+is+falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-6014836344995240996</id><published>2009-07-10T17:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:17:15.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sle2wuRuOWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u4T-UDAjqWk/s1600-h/Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sle2wuRuOWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u4T-UDAjqWk/s320/Calvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356951229952833890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today is John Calvin's (or  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jean Cauvin&lt;/span&gt;) 500th birthday. Granted, he died a while ago, but many of his ideas lived on and continue to influence western society to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to criticize about Calvin. His Geneva became as oppressive and violent as the Inquisition. His intellect and desire to win a debate allowed him to be trapped in a debate regarding pre-destination that has overshadowed much of his other work in the eyes of the average person. He viewed his own theology as 100% correct, to the point he ordered the suppression and execution of dissenters... an attitude that contradicted the premise of the Reformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Calvin did make an enormous contribution to the Reformation, Western Civilization and the World, and today is a day to celebrate that without covering up his faults and abuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite idea of Calvin is the sacredness of the mundane. Granted, this was not an entirely new concept. Many monks had discovered the spiritual benefits of not only prayer and study, but of work as well. Calvin was simply able to transport this idea out of the monasteries and into the minds of everyday people. Every job was important and should be done with an attitude of worship, as if doing it unto God. This concept set the stage for the eventual breakdown of the Three Orders (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oratores&lt;/span&gt;: those who pray, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bellatores&lt;/span&gt;: those who fight, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laboratores&lt;/span&gt;: those who work... these are listed in the order of importance according to the minds of Calvin's day and up until the Enlightenment in France) and allowed those previously thought beneath clergy and royalty to directly please God through their own labor and contribution to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin, in a sense, created what is known as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protestant_work_ethic"&gt;Protestant Work Ethic&lt;/a&gt; and had a profound impact on the development of the eventual United States. Now, I do believe that it has been twisted somewhat. Today, many believe that if you work hard, you will succeed. Unfortunately, there are many who work hard and do not succeed. To those people it is often assumed that they are guilty of some sort of sin that is preventing their hard work from paying off. This is not always (if ever) the case. Calvin stood solidly with the poor and would denounce the idea that the community is not to help those less fortunate. However, he would agree with 2 Thessalonians 3:10 which says: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone unwilling to work should not eat&lt;/span&gt;." But, he understood also that what the writer of 2 Thessalonians was decrying was an abandoning of participation in the world and simply waiting idly by until the return of Christ. Calvin wanted, as did the writers of the New Testament, the followers of Christ to be active in the redemption of this world by interacting with it in the ways shown by Jesus. Calvin saw work and integral in one's ability to influence their surroundings as well as something deeply holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy birthday John Calvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-6014836344995240996?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/6014836344995240996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=6014836344995240996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6014836344995240996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6014836344995240996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sle2wuRuOWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u4T-UDAjqWk/s72-c/Calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-798560587289120235</id><published>2009-07-09T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:09:15.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SlZINAdmNmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q9gq2OorNkI/s1600-h/traveling-mercies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SlZINAdmNmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q9gq2OorNkI/s320/traveling-mercies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356548195103422050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does it really count as a vacation if you fill out a change of address form for the place you are staying?  This summer, my wife and I are moving to Chicago so that I can attend seminary.  We chose Chicago because I was offered a full scholarship (which covers housing as well) for the three years we are there.  Furthermore, it puts us close to my parents, friends who live in the city, and has plenty of opportunities for my wife as well as for me to pursue a PhD. after seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we had to be out of our apartment in Jacksonville by June 15th and can't move into our place in Chicago until August 3rd.  So, we are homeless for the next few weeks.  Kristy's parents live outside Durango, Colorado and we decided to stay with them for that time.  We have no home of our own... so one could argue we moved in with my in-laws.  From the outside, this looks like a really long vacation, but in reality it is simply a blessing to have family that can help you out when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the church should be a family like that.  When I have something that someone else needs, I should jump at the opportunity to provide for that person.  I know I have been on the receiving end pretty often in my life.  No matter whether I am giving or receiving, I feel blessed to be a part of the process of God working through community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear, community is a big part of the seminary experience.  I am looking forward to living across the hall from the same people I will attend class with, debate with, get frustrated with, laugh with, cry with, and provide for as well as depend on for the next few years.  While I was with Young Life in Northern Kentucky, we experienced a level of community that I want to strive for even today.  The sharing of meals, housing, cars, money, and lives hearkened back to the Acts 2 example.  It was amazing, and it has profoundly shaped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time in Colorado has been great so far.  I have started on my studies so that I can hit the ground running in Chicago.  I have also taken some time to read a few books that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wanted read as opposed to them being assigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Lamott"&gt;Anne Lamott&lt;/a&gt; is an author that I adore.  I don't always agree with her, but she is brutally honest and vulnerable and her ability to craft words is top notch.  I also read&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Desire-Everlasting-Hills-World-Before/dp/074595099X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1247169993&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desire of the Everlasting Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Cahill"&gt;Thomas Cahill&lt;/a&gt;.  Another one I would highly recommend.  Overall, this homelessness/vacation has been reinvigorating and I will be ready to get going come August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-798560587289120235?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/798560587289120235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=798560587289120235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/798560587289120235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/798560587289120235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SlZINAdmNmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Q9gq2OorNkI/s72-c/traveling-mercies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5608801718481262858</id><published>2009-05-16T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:55:19.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sg9Do3G_t4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HTPXXjEsHHg/s1600-h/consistency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sg9Do3G_t4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HTPXXjEsHHg/s320/consistency.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336558452724447106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I really wanted to be consistent with this blog, but the last month and a half was a bit crazy. I erased (for the most part) two research papers a week before they were due. I finished them, graduated, went on a cruise, and have been working at my other jobs like crazy. Now, things are settled a little, but we are moving in 3 weeks, which means things are going to get even more insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, I know I want to write on here once a day, but I am allowing myself the freedom to write when I can. Right now, I am working on a post about "being still." Hopefully I will have it up in a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5608801718481262858?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5608801718481262858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5608801718481262858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5608801718481262858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5608801718481262858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sg9Do3G_t4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HTPXXjEsHHg/s72-c/consistency.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4618953479986432345</id><published>2009-04-02T13:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:55:34.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordsmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;April is National Poetry Month so I thought I would share one of my favorite poems today. But first, I would like to say why I think poetry is valuable. Dallas Willard admonishes Christians that they must learn to communicate passionately, effectively, and inspirationally the εὐαγγέλιον or "good news" (it's where evangelical comes from) if they are to truly impact their communities. He used the term 'wordsmith' to describe what we must become. I believe the most effective tool for honing our ability to craft language is to read and listen to talented writers and speakers. Poetry is the supreme art-form of using words, and it should be a practice of everyone who desires to compellingly communicate the gospel. That being said, here is one of my favorite poems:&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Poison Tree &lt;/span&gt;by William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div   style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was angry with my friend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told my wrath, my wrath did end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was angry with my foe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told it not, my wrath did grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I water'd it in fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night &amp;amp; morning with my tears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I sunned it with smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And with soft deceitful wiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it grew both day and night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till it bore an apple bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my foe beheld it shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he knew that it was mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And into my garden stole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the night had veiled the pole;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the morning glad I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We must be willing to forgive, even when it is not sought.  For if we cling to an incident where we were slighted, it will fester into bitterness, which will turn into a grudge&lt;/span&gt;, leading to an obsession for revenge. Only the action of forgiving leads to a life of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a book of poetry you should read is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Haiku-Good-Poetry-Your-Brains/dp/1600610706/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1238695730&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombie Haiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by my friend Ryan Mecum. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I am not a connoisseur of the culture surrounding the undead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108174/"&gt;this movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/ETPRsJ-exZw" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ETPRsJ-exZw" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4618953479986432345?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4618953479986432345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4618953479986432345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4618953479986432345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4618953479986432345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/04/mike-myers-woman-beat-poem.html' title='Wordsmith'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3001673219982487834</id><published>2009-03-27T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:55:36.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemy or Hilarity? </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8yL5bvGzHfE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8yL5bvGzHfE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think God has a pretty good sense of humor; however, where does one draw the line? I am not saying this clip at all crosses it... in fact, I think it is cool that they actually talk about 'paying debts' and the sacrifice of it.  Also, the ending where people forget so quickly is so true... at least of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I thought this was hilarious so I thought I'd share it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3001673219982487834?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3001673219982487834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3001673219982487834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3001673219982487834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3001673219982487834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/03/blasphemy-or-hilarity.html' title='Blasphemy or Hilarity? '/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4130638383488071728</id><published>2009-03-23T18:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:14:07.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/ScgIsdMTAqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DFjzY06uUHE/s1600-h/Mondays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/ScgIsdMTAqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DFjzY06uUHE/s400/Mondays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316508919954342562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today is a little stressful. Kristy came back in town... which is great. Unfortunately, I have a huge paper due tomorrow. Now, I have been working on this thing for quite sometime, but I have also changed my mind on its structure and content several times. It is now crunch time. I have to have this thing done by 6am so that I can proofread it, print it, turn it in, and get to work on time in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part is that it is actually not due for the class until April 21st, but I am turning it in for the History competition and the entries are due tomorrow by noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much I am going to be up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have not procrastinated at all. This is a completely new experience for me in that I have been working on it incessantly for weeks and am so consumed with it being perfect that I have revised and rewritten numerous times. I think I have it the way I want it but then I find a different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4130638383488071728?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4130638383488071728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4130638383488071728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4130638383488071728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4130638383488071728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/03/case-of-mondays.html' title='Case of the Mondays'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/ScgIsdMTAqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DFjzY06uUHE/s72-c/Mondays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-32886020826448941</id><published>2009-03-11T09:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:55:17.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sbe_XuEDhmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wkHrQ0G4QdQ/s1600-h/saddest+calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sbe_XuEDhmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wkHrQ0G4QdQ/s320/saddest+calvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924699729725026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw this Calvin on another blog and just had to re-post it.  The final fr&lt;/span&gt;ame really hit me.  It reminded me of &lt;a href="http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/williams/rabbit/rabbit.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Velveteen Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite character in the story is the Skin Horse and I thought I would share his story today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "I suppose &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't we all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-32886020826448941?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/32886020826448941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=32886020826448941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/32886020826448941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/32886020826448941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/03/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/Sbe_XuEDhmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wkHrQ0G4QdQ/s72-c/saddest+calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8601278576760400917</id><published>2009-03-10T00:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:08:27.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sola Pastora'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SbX7oG1zPRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4suWLoBPaWI/s1600-h/loneranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SbX7oG1zPRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4suWLoBPaWI/s320/loneranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311428002002976018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with &lt;a href="http://www.friendofmissional.org/"&gt;Missional&lt;/a&gt; lingo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sola pastora&lt;/span&gt; isn't a new term. However, for those of us just learning, it is the label used for the propensity of many churches to employ (or worse... build themselves upon) a single, charismatic - as in attractive, eloquent, and exciting... not necessarily 'slain in the Spirit' - pastor, usually male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dangerous for one person to have that much responsibility... for the church in general AND for that person specifically. No one can keep all of those plates spinning on their own.  Now, don't get me wrong, I am not saying that it is absolutely necessary to have more than one paid staff at a church. In fact, I am not saying it is even necessary to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; paid staff at a church. What I am saying is that the church - local and universal - needs to utilize the concept of the &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=103668193"&gt;priesthood of all believers&lt;/a&gt;. We are each uniquely gifted, and we are each uniquely necessary to accomplish the work of the Kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long we have exalted the image of the 'Lone Ranger'. However, we forget that even Mr. Reid (the LR's real name... in the original he had no first name) had Tonto. Well, most actually do remember that. But did you know that the LR's nephew - the son of his brother who was killed by the bandits who also left LR for dead - Dan, and his trusty steed &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085334/quotes"&gt;Victor&lt;/a&gt; (son of Silver), also helped LR? Also, there was a man who knew LR's secret. It was he who provided LR with all of the silver for his silver bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that you know I am an incredible dork... let me reiterate that churches need to move beyond their dependence on a single pastor... heck, beyond their dependence on the professional ministers... and begin to empower the laity for ministry. &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=103668858"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the true function of the pastor, and then to get out of the way... or better yet, join in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8601278576760400917?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8601278576760400917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8601278576760400917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8601278576760400917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8601278576760400917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/03/sola-pastora.html' title='&apos;Sola Pastora&apos;'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SbX7oG1zPRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4suWLoBPaWI/s72-c/loneranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-2901191786496759795</id><published>2009-02-21T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:10:16.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SaAQkoxs4vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lmsYES0GwHQ/s1600-h/health+and+wealth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SaAQkoxs4vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lmsYES0GwHQ/s320/health+and+wealth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305258582649660146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I don't know how to define success in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;via positiva&lt;/span&gt;, but I like to think I know what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a good definition.  Of course, a definition is based upon the perspective of the person. So, if someone's end goal is to have a lot of money, then they have achieved success when they get a large bank account. However, I am trying to figure out what it means to be successful from a "Kingdom of God" frame of mind.  That forces another caveat... who the heck am I to determine what a "Godly point of view" is? I guess I am someone who is attempting to humbly (as much as that is possible) work this question out in the context of my own wrestling with God. A "Kingdom of God" perspective is therefore MY perspective based on MY understanding of scripture, tradition, history, eschatology, soteriology, christology, and probably a little bit of astrology&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (basically, everything I know about life I learned from a fortune cookie anyway)&lt;/span&gt;. I am in no way trying to say that this is the only interpretation consistent with Christianity... just the one that makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a leadership organization (not gonna lie, mostly for the member perks and value it adds to a grad school application and/or résumé). Each month, they bring in (or participate via satellite) a speaker on leadership, motivation, success, etc. Too be blunt, I have not been impressed. Last month's speaker in particular made me consider quitting. To sum up his speech, you are successful if you determine your purpose and live out of that. Anything that is not 100% a part of your purpose should be abandoned. To find your purpose you need to figure out what you enjoy doing, the key quality will be that it brings little-to-no stress in your life, and do it... that is your purpose. Basically, he said to find what makes you happy, do that, and damn the consequences to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also spoke a lot about God (which was sort of strange since this is a secular organization on a state university campus... but his references seemed genuine and not contrived so they were very easy to overlook if you were not religious), but his version of God seemed to be a deity who desires for all of us to be happy. In fact, I think he said that exact phrase, "God wants you to be happy." Purpose brings happiness. All in all, it sounded very health and wealth gospel to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree that God wants us to be happy or that happiness is in any way associated with success.  Joy is a different matter. I believe that 'happy' is an emotion while 'joy' is a state of mind. I can choose to be joyful (in all circumstances even... &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=102984878"&gt;1Thess. 5:16&lt;/a&gt;), but I will NOT always be happy. It is dangerous to tell people that success is dependent upon feeling happy and without stress. It is deceitful to say that if you are doing what God wants you to do then you will always be happy and carefree. It is simply not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not found what success (on a grand scale) means, but I am positive it is not what that speaker espoused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-2901191786496759795?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/2901191786496759795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=2901191786496759795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/2901191786496759795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/2901191786496759795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/02/defining-success.html' title='Defining Success'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SaAQkoxs4vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lmsYES0GwHQ/s72-c/health+and+wealth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3957453365196205215</id><published>2009-02-06T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:50:49.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYyyvpnxqbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2lw6sJzsWKY/s1600-h/procrastination.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYyyvpnxqbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2lw6sJzsWKY/s320/procrastination.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299807393204513202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I am a total &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt; junkie. One of my favorite shows is &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/waitwait/"&gt;"Wait, wait... don't tell me!"&lt;/a&gt; but my 2nd is "&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/fa/about/"&gt;Fresh Air&lt;/a&gt;." Terry Gross hosts a two hour interview show, but it is not one consecutive interview. One hour is devoted to an important world or national or religious or... well, important... issue.  The other is usually a fun person or issue.  The other day she was &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=100290020"&gt;interviewing Demetri Martin&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite stand-up comedians. If you haven't heard him, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW6DgGRqgBo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interview, he was asked about where his comedy came from and the subject ended up on his family. His dad is a Greek Orthodox priest and his mom ran the family diner.  I absolutely loved when he was talking about his father. Basically, he equated his father's sermons with a 20 minute performance. But, it was never performing. He said that his dad would get up with a few notes and through his storytelling he would share things that he genuinely believed were true in a humorous yet meaningful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then began to talk about the power of being genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously his family had enormous influence on him.  Great interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3957453365196205215?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3957453365196205215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3957453365196205215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3957453365196205215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3957453365196205215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-influence.html' title='Family Influence'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYyyvpnxqbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2lw6sJzsWKY/s72-c/procrastination.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7116079874093631361</id><published>2009-02-04T00:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:07:28.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYktpeZ9AgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vY3yHkXgK1A/s1600-h/heretic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYktpeZ9AgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vY3yHkXgK1A/s320/heretic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298816627137905154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bart Ehrman is the head of the Religious Studies department at the University of North Carolina. In his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0195182499/ref=cm_cr_mts_prod_img"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost Christianities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://weread.com/review/Lost+Christianities%3A+The+Battles+for+Scripture+and+the+Faiths+We+Never+Knew/2251120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(read my review)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, he talks about the many different forms early Christianity assumed.  Ultimately, he argues, one form (not without its own sub-sects and theological disagreements) emerged as the dominant form. He refers to it as the "proto-orthodox," and rightly states that all forms of Christianity today are its descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many, many protestants would reject this notion. They would claim that they are simply a resurgence of first century Christianity, but their declaration is shot out of the water when they have to answer: which first century Christianity are they manifesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I firmly agree that what became known as the Roman Catholic Church is the common ancestor of all modern forms of Christianity (even those who display many characteristics of earlier heresies), I also maintain that the RCC's contention that they have never changed doctrine is not true (I am NOT calling anyone a liar. I am merely stating that this particular claim is not true and has been promoted by well-meaning but misinformed people, not dishonest, or those who choose to ignore certain evidence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was orthodox at one time became heretical in another, and vice-versa. I have come to see that all forms of Christianity today (not the magazine... specifically) have elements that would have been considered heresy in an earlier age... even the RCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked about the two most glaring examples of this last night.  First, most Christians adhere to a form of gnosticism (the belief that it is special knowledge that brings salvation).  If we are saved by grace, and we avail ourselves to that grace through faith (&lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=100769876"&gt;Eph 2:8-9&lt;/a&gt;), and the only faith we are capable of having must be given to us from God (&lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=100771056"&gt;Rom 12:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=100771096"&gt;1 John 5:4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=100771139"&gt;2 Peter 1:1&lt;/a&gt;) then we require a special, supernatural, not available to all, knowledge to achieve salvation. Plus, the belief that only those who have been specifically empowered by the Holy Spirit can properly interpret scripture is another form of this idea of necessary γνωσις (Greek for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;) to be a full Christian. Unfortunately, there are over 2 billion Christians in the world today, each claiming their faith, thus claiming the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, yet biblical interpretation is far from uniform among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was the early heresy of dualism (Manichaeism... later associated with the supposed Cathars) and its resurgence in modern protestantism.  Dualism espouses the belief in two distinct "powers" at work in the world: an ultimate good versus an ultimate evil. Here, good and evil exist in and of themselves.  Usually they are personified in God as the supreme good and Satan (or perhaps Osama bin Laden) as the supreme evil, but they are dealt with as if they exist apart from these personifications. Dualism would state that these are equally and opposing forces at work.  Now, most Christians would deny that aspect and say that God is more powerful than Satan... good is more powerful than evil. But to assert that these are actual forces at work is to call into question the ultimate good itself. If it is more powerful, why hasn't evil been eradicated? Furthermore, if everything originated from God, how did evil come into existence? Did the entirely benevolent God create evil, and, if so, could God have created a world without evil, and, if so, why didn't He/She?  The most glaring illustration of this pervasive, semi-dualistic thinking occurred during the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqsH13unGbM"&gt;presidential candidate forum at Saddleback&lt;/a&gt;.  Both candidates were asked if evils exists and what was the proper way to deal with it.  Notice the second half of the question already assumes an affirmative to the first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to avoid these? We need to stop claiming a direct line to God. No matter how "sure" we are of our relationship to God and the separation of those we classify as not belonging to our group, we must not assume that communication with God is a dispensation to speak FOR God. God and God alone will do the eternal dividing (I certainly hope there is not one in the line for separation but all are destined for eternity with God and each other). God is the author of all truth and we are simply guessing (I will grant that there is a strong element of educated guessing, but we must never claim to have a divinely revealed truth imparted only to us... what if we're wrong?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-evil-don-touch-it_3086.html"&gt;As I've said before&lt;/a&gt;, to avoid dualism we MUST stop speaking of evil as a noun!  If God is sovereign, completely good, all-loving, all-powerful, then He/She (yes, there appears to be female imagery in the bible for God) would not have created an entity diametrically opposed to God's own nature.  Evil is an adjective used to describe actions born from humanity's separation from the ultimate good.  In a sense, just like cold does not exist but is the absence of heat, evil is the adjective used to describe people, places, and events that choose to exist outside of relationship with the creator God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things to remember about heresy are: that heretics always thought (and still think) they are the orthodox, orthodox beliefs and statements are born through confrontations with heresy, and we are all subject to accusations of heresy in some parts of our theologies.  I would go so far as to say there has never been someone (other than Jesus) who was not guilty of holding a heretical belief or engaging in a heretical practice at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7116079874093631361?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7116079874093631361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7116079874093631361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7116079874093631361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7116079874093631361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/02/christianities.html' title='Christianities'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYktpeZ9AgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vY3yHkXgK1A/s72-c/heretic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7869558661795992260</id><published>2009-01-29T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:59:23.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another... well certainly not dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYJdUhg_BgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2U2NU537cdM/s1600-h/unemployed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYJdUhg_BgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2U2NU537cdM/s320/unemployed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296898718916609538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today was the last day of work for my wife. She is officially unemployed. A few months ago, the company she worked for filed bankruptcy, and we were left wondering what was going to happen. They put the company up for auction and basically two different companies began bidding. One, a smaller company in the same field but would benefit from the structure her company had to offer and the significant client base they would have gained. If this company won, they might have even offered her a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second company is the largest company in this field in the world. Pretty much, everyone knew they were bidding in order to quash their competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was the marketing and promotions manager so she was personally responsible for all of their online advertising, navigation banners, artwork, etc. Within three hours of the closing, the website was shutdown. In three hours they "blow'd up" all of her work for the past year. Luckily we will be moving in 5 or 6 months anyway so she would have been looking for a job then. Plus she gets unemployment benefits whereas she wouldn't have if she had simply quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she will be home a lot for the next few months, which is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7869558661795992260?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7869558661795992260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7869558661795992260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7869558661795992260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7869558661795992260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Another day, another... well certainly not dollar'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SYJdUhg_BgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2U2NU537cdM/s72-c/unemployed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-279309153428451200</id><published>2009-01-26T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:32:58.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SX3hPjJ27NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLs8bsIbiXw/s1600-h/wrestlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SX3hPjJ27NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLs8bsIbiXw/s320/wrestlers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295636394108447954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read an &lt;a href="http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=904726"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; today about a coach getting fired for winning 100-0 in a girls varsity basketball game. I have to say that, after reading the article, I agree with the decision. At first, I didn't know what I thought, but the coach's response is what turned me against him. He was completely unapologetic and didn't see anything wrong with running the score up so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is a little personal to me.  I coached basketball. I even coached girl's basketball.  One year, I was the coach of a 7th &amp;amp; 8th grade girls team.  The year before we had all 8th graders who were all fairly experienced, so we did pretty well.  The following year, those girls all moved up to the freshman team, and my team consisted of all 7th graders, most of whom had never really picked up a basketball.  We had three weeks (twice a week) of practice before our first game, and I was teach them how to dribble the ball and shoot.  The team we were to play first was one of the better teams in the league, made up of mostly 8th graders, their practices were consisting of strategy, defense, different offensive sets, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the game was rough.  By halftime, their coach realized that we were severely outmatched.  The score was 53-0.  He had already, by the middle of the second quarter, shifted his team into a 2-3 zone so that there wouldn't be as many steals, but my girls didn't know yet how to change directions while dribbling and they basically dribbled the ball right into the opposing team's hands.  In the third quarter, the other coach told his girls to just stand there with their hands up.  Still, we would lose the ball and they would take it down for a lay up. The final score was 86-1.  Our one point came from a free throw that banked in so hard I thought the girl had thrown the ball baseball style at the backboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not (and do not) fault the other coach. He tried to lessen the margin of loss by putting in his substitutes, changing his strategy, and even putting restrictions on his players' scoring. But, if a middle school girl has a wide open shot to score, so that her parents can see, I would never begrudge her that. Our girls were a little upset, but I tried to encourage them by pointing out the fact that they had all just begun to play while the other team had been playing together for a while. I promised them that if they worked hard in practice, we would improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never won a game that season.  However, our last 5 games of the year went down to the wire.  The girls' skills improved to the point where we could implement different offensive and defensive sets. They could finally put the ball in the basket. We had one game that went into double overtime against a team that had previously beat us by 20 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the team we played first and lost to by 85, we played 2nd to last and lost by 3.  Despite the losses, the improvement throughout that year was astounding and it was one of my favorite years coaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank that coach for having mercy on us in that first game.  The score could have been much worse.  But I also thank him for the harsh wake up call to the girls on my team that they had a long way to go.  It lit a fire under them to really work hard in practice (and out of practice).  Some of them went on to be very good players at the high school level.  Sometimes we need to get our asses kicked, but the other side doesn't need to be a jerk about it (as it seems this particular coach from the article was).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-279309153428451200?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/279309153428451200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=279309153428451200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/279309153428451200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/279309153428451200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/01/mercy.html' title='Mercy'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SX3hPjJ27NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DLs8bsIbiXw/s72-c/wrestlers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4193230959425778309</id><published>2009-01-19T09:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:03:18.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliché?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PbUtL_0vAJk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PbUtL_0vAJk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know everyone will be posting this today, but it should never become so commonplace that we forget the impact this man actually had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4193230959425778309?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4193230959425778309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4193230959425778309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4193230959425778309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4193230959425778309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/01/clich.html' title='Cliché?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7279632161816987255</id><published>2009-01-13T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:55:23.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SWzHNZUL_4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eFOMcqpWgVE/s1600-h/Turn%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SWzHNZUL_4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eFOMcqpWgVE/s320/Turn%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290822695201275778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read a great quote today about how to go about making decisions about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I always recommend to people that they follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Ignatian principle. Regardless of what is sensible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and regardless of what you think you 'ought' to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which of the courses ahead of you makes you feel alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes your heart open wider, makes you feel hopeful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and as if the future is opening up not closing down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is the route you should go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this thinking that allowed the Jesuits, despite great opposition even from within their own church, to spread throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. Some of the methods of some Jesuits were appalling. The way some Jesuit missionaries viewed Native Americans was racist and not in line with the values to which I believe God calls us. That being said, they were willing to go where others were unwilling. Many were martyred. The film "The Mission" is a fantastic story about Jesuit missionaries (by the way, I agree with Jeremy Irons' character rather than Robert DeNiro, but I understand DeNiro's thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kristy and I think about the future, we are scared, excited, apprehensive, and gun-ho (BTW, this is correct... it is not "gung-ho") all at the same time. Now it is time to practice some of the other principles put forth by Ignatius of Loyola. We must, listen and look for the leading from God. But the fact that our next steps stir so much emotion is a sign that we might be headed in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7279632161816987255?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7279632161816987255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7279632161816987255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7279632161816987255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7279632161816987255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SWzHNZUL_4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eFOMcqpWgVE/s72-c/Turn%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8022275617318965412</id><published>2008-12-10T10:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:19:01.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>I will have a new post up on Saturday and should be able to be more consistent once this semester is over.  Saturday's post will be about advent, peace, war, and the promises and prophecies about the messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///Users/davemetz/Music/iTunes/iTunes%20Music/Bloc%20Party/Intimacy/06%20Signs.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8022275617318965412?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8022275617318965412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8022275617318965412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8022275617318965412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8022275617318965412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7823233591459970558</id><published>2008-11-26T14:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:21:02.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No "I" in "Team"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SS2d3-Qbe8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xhp1VV6nypE/s1600-h/teamwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SS2d3-Qbe8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xhp1VV6nypE/s320/teamwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273044323650993090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just came across a fantastic example of putting the team before yourself. A few weeks ago, a &lt;a href="http://ylcentreco.blogspot.com"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;of mine posted a blog entry about &lt;a href="http://ylcentreco.blogspot.com/2008/11/leadership.html"&gt;leadership&lt;/a&gt; and how an integral quality of a leader is putting her/his own desires and ambitions second to the needs of the team as a whole. In a sense, it is having the attitude that they would rather win as a team and fail (or not look good) as an individual than have individual success yet see their team fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (11-25-08) Loyola (Md.) was crushed in basketball by Davidson. Now, this was actually the anticipated result considering Davidson has the top scorer in the country (averaging 35 ppg. and has only ever not reached double figures twice in his career) and has a significant size advantage over Loyola. According to the &lt;a href="http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/basketball/recap?gid=200811250156&amp;amp;prov=ap"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;, the story isn't the win but how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common defense utilized by teams when playing a team with a player that is heads and tails above the rest is a box-and-one where four players are in a zone defense and the "one" is playing a denial man defense against the star player. Loyola took this concept even further and decided to double-team Curry. Now, typically a double-team would consist of one person permanently guarding Curry and the other defenders covering him as well when he enters into their specific zone. It takes a lot of work for the defenders but it is designed to leave the farthest area of court unguarded... the area least likely to have a scoring opportunity at that particular moment. But Loyola's coach simply put two men on Curry and told them to stay with him. Early in the game, Curry was frustrated since he had trouble getting the ball through two defenders, but quickly he realized that this wasn't a match-up zone or a box-and-one but that he was simply being double-teamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did the top college player in the nation, most likely the number one draft choice, do? He stood in the corner... literally. He would play hard defense and then, when he team would take possession, he would jog down the court and camp out in the corner, taking his two defenders with him and leaving a 4 on 3 advantage for his other teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in his career, Curry was held scoreless for an entire game. His team won by 30 points. That is selfless. That is teamwork. That is leadership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7823233591459970558?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7823233591459970558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7823233591459970558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7823233591459970558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7823233591459970558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-i-in-team.html' title='No &quot;I&quot; in &quot;Team&quot;'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SS2d3-Qbe8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xhp1VV6nypE/s72-c/teamwork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3879373242979412212</id><published>2008-11-19T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:02:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SSRECeZH_fI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UlGiJKHTzcw/s1600-h/finish+line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270412273239195122" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 254px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SSRECeZH_fI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UlGiJKHTzcw/s320/finish+line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two more weeks of classes this semester! This has been the hardest one I've had since going back to school. Six classes, only two of which I was truly interested in (although one of them has become very interesting), plus the part-time jobs, plus finding time to spend with Kristy, plus getting stuff together to apply to seminary has really been tough. But, it has been good. It has shown me that I can work extremely hard at something, succeed, and go all the way to the end with it. This is a marathon, not a sprint. The little victories along the way help to keep the motivation high, but the race does not end with the little victories, it end with the tape being broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I am the one who breaks the tape is irrelevant (although it always increases the desire to think about winning), the fact that I will finish is what matters. As long as I can honestly say I didn't hold anything back and I virtually collapse on the other side of the finish line, I will be more than satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the Track and Field team all four years in high school. I was more there for the field events (specifically high jump... personal best was 6'3" in case you were wondering), but because Madeira (Home of the Mustangs!) was a small school we had to pitch in where we were needed. My senior year I was tapped to be a part of the 3200 meter relay. This is where four people run two laps (800 meters) each, passing a baton after each leg. An 800 is one of the hardest races in track since it is right at the break between a distance race and a sprint. Basically, you are sprinting a long distance... it sucks. But, I have always been sort of competitive so I tried to take it seriously. I was given the third leg to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meet was a tri-meet where one of the schools was our rival. Turns out, I knew the guy running the third leg for them. We competed against each other in football, basketball, and even (**NERD ALERT**) Latin competitions ("Certamen" if you will). So, I wanted to beat him. Unfortunately, when I was handed the baton, we were in last place by at least a quarter lap. So, I took off. I ran as hard as I could. At the halfway point I had caught the other two runners. By the end of my leg, I had gotten us a quarter of a lap lead. My time was 2:04. I threw up on the infield as soon as I stepped off the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, our anchor was not as "into it" as I was. He showed up wearing high tops for crying out loud! He lost the lead I had gotten and we lost the race. I was pissed, but I also knew I had left everything on that track... and so did my coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I want to finish school. That is how I want to finish life. That is when the Father will say, "Well done good and faithful servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish Strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3879373242979412212?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3879373242979412212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3879373242979412212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3879373242979412212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3879373242979412212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/11/finishing-strong.html' title='Finishing Strong'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SSRECeZH_fI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UlGiJKHTzcw/s72-c/finish+line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8338237499437438002</id><published>2008-11-11T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:08:00.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>This is why this place even exists in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrKENs9cOnQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrKENs9cOnQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church of the Holy Sepulchre is supposedly built on the spot of the tomb that Joseph of Arimethea owned and gave for Jesus' burial, from which Jesus rose a few days later. During a meditation service, a fight broke out amongst the different Christian monks (Orthodox and Armenian mostly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, keep them in your name, which you have given me, that they may be one, even as we are one." &lt;/woj&gt;&lt;woj&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;woj&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohn 17:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8338237499437438002?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8338237499437438002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8338237499437438002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8338237499437438002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8338237499437438002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3912239669290314784</id><published>2008-11-10T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:07:00.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining, Anger, and Bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SRiDwzDyxeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KApv6_m7Rpg/s1600-h/94552~Complaint-Department-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267104638572873186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SRiDwzDyxeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KApv6_m7Rpg/s320/94552~Complaint-Department-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just read a short story by Richard Matheson (author of &lt;em&gt;I am Legend&lt;/em&gt;) called "Mad House".  He typically does sort of horror / suspense type stories which is why Stephen King credits him with influencing his own writing the most of any other author. The story basically goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has become increasingly angry over the years to the point that anger and rage are the only emotions he experiences anymore. These emotions have been manifesting over the years through him yelling at his students (he is a professor), berating his wife, and throwing or kicking or hitting objects in his home that don't respond the way he wants. For example, a rug in his home slips under his foot so he kicks it across the room. The pencil tip breaks so he throws it against the wall. You get the idea. Well, his wife has finally decided to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a science professor friend of his tries to share a theory that he has come up with. He suggests that the emotions of anger and rage, when constantly expressed, are absorbed by the objects (be they human, animal, or even inanimate) around them. He worries about his friend. He seems to think that his friend is in danger from his own home retaliating against him. He theorizes that the objects in the house will sort of come alive and end up treating Chris (the main character) the way he has been treating them. Well, SPOILER, they do and the house ends up killing him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story got me thinking about how much I complain. When people don't meet my expectations or if I feel slighted by someone else, I want to vent or yell or tell my wife or confront them or...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think complaining, at least in my life, leads to anger, and then to bitterness. I am trying something that I've heard other people have done with some success. I am going to try to avoid complaining for a while. My attempt will be through the New Year (sort of a pre-New Year's resolution), and then I will see if my emotional state is any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes... it's probably going to suck! Just kidding :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3912239669290314784?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3912239669290314784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3912239669290314784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3912239669290314784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3912239669290314784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/11/complaining-anger-and-bitterness.html' title='Complaining, Anger, and Bitterness'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SRiDwzDyxeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KApv6_m7Rpg/s72-c/94552~Complaint-Department-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-2415876786214508010</id><published>2008-11-05T07:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:34:20.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SRGN6Byq19I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xpv8_rXXrFE/s1600-h/Berlin-Wall-Tumbles-Print-C10109746-705422.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SRGN6Byq19I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xpv8_rXXrFE/s320/Berlin-Wall-Tumbles-Print-C10109746-705422.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265145467425707986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's weird to think in the moment, "Man, I am actually watching history take place. I am experiencing something that is soon going to be in textbooks and will be study 1,000 years from now or more." There have been a few events like that in my 32 years on this planet. There have also been some minor events that people remember vividly but might not ever be included in a history book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember on November 9th, 1989 when the people of East and West Germany were finally free to pass back and forth because they tore down the Berlin Wall. Heck, I remember movies based on the split within that city (anybody ever seen Anthony Edwards in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089222/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because it's a horribly great movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember January 28th, 1986 when the space shuttle, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Challenger&lt;/span&gt; exploded. We had to watch the news coverage in school (I was 9 years old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will never forget the morning of September 11th, 2001. I got up and was on my way to the Young Life office. I got in my car, turned on the radio to what was normally a comedy show. It was eerily somber. They were reporting on a plane crash in New York City. I didn't really get what they were talking about until one of them yelled that another plane had just crashed at the same spot. Needless to say, I didn't do much work that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor events that I remember and that have made it into pop culture sort of history would be things like Kirk Gibson's home run in game 1 of the 1988 World Series. I remember Kerry Strug's vault at the 1996 Olympic games basically done perfectly on one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an historic event that I am so glad I got to be a part of. Not that racism is dead in this country or anywhere in the world, but an amazing step was taken last night by one of history's biggest proponents of racially based slavery. We elected an African American as president. I know that this country was sharply divided in this election, and this divide was evident as John McCain tried to graciously concede as well as to remind us all that we are united and that we can and should unite (as he was going to do) behind our new president elect and his supporters began to boo incessantly when the new president and vice-president's names were mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing thing happened last night, but we have so much more ground to cover and more history to see being made... or to perhaps make it ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-2415876786214508010?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/2415876786214508010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=2415876786214508010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/2415876786214508010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/2415876786214508010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-remember-when.html' title='I remember when...'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SRGN6Byq19I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xpv8_rXXrFE/s72-c/Berlin-Wall-Tumbles-Print-C10109746-705422.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3760489518932787888</id><published>2008-11-01T12:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:56:04.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SQyEsbu8tuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-Xsl8gN_5z4/s1600-h/Free+Speech+Censored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SQyEsbu8tuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-Xsl8gN_5z4/s320/Free+Speech+Censored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263727963383052002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Politics and religion are traditionally the two topics that should not be broached in "polite" conversation. But can they be discussed amongst a group of people who have the ability to respectfully disagree, debate, rationalize, and still treat each other with love? Now, is that type of discussion permitted in public... say a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had breakfast with my friends Guy and Tim. Typical of our get-togethers (we have breakfast just about every Saturday morning to discuss theology and politics and also because Tim is a professor at UNF who Guy and I are doing a Directed Independent Study in Biblical Greek with), we began to get engrossed into a discussion about the theology of the body and its impact on stewardship, the role of the church in the world, and eschatology. As an aside, I lost 50% hearing in my right ear at a concert in a small bar about 12 years ago and it makes it very difficult for me to make out specific words in a crowd of noise. Because of this, I tend to talk a bit louder in public places (like a restaurant with wood panel walls and no carpeting, thus causing the noises to bounce around rather than be absorbed and making it even more difficult for me to hear). These friends also talk a bit louder so that I can hear and because this restaurant can get a bit loud. Mind you, we do not shout, nor do we argue or toss out inappropriate words, we simply might get excited or might have to talk above the conversation taking place at the next table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently our topic of discussion this morning was too much for our neighboring table to bear. As someone who has some difficulty hearing in public, I can completely respect a request of trying to "keep it down a little," but our neighbor did not utilize such tact. Here was his statement (and I think I am quoting pretty accurately):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fellas, it's breakfast time in a public place, and when I can hear your conversation at my table and you are talking about religion and politics and sexuality, then it's time for you to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of saying, "Hey guys, my wife and I are trying to eat breakfast and have our own conversation, but it is tough to hear each other over you. Can you please keep it down a little bit?" To which my reply would have been, "Certainly. Sorry we got a little carried away. We will try to keep it to a dull roar," and maybe our neighbors and us could have had a little laugh about it. Instead, this man told us that our conversation wasn't welcome there and that we should leave! So much for free speech. We politely told him that we were going to continue our conversation and that he was entitled to his opinion. I did try to explain that I had a tough time hearing which is why we might be talking a bit loud, but the man simply responded by saying, "Well, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call the man a number of names. I wanted to rip him to shreds by showing how tiny his mind must be to actually think he had any right to limit our topics of discussion. I fully admit that he had every right to politely ask us to talk quietly, but he has no right to tell us that if we are going to discuss certain things that we had to leave. We did try to talk softer because, even though the man a severe deficiency in communication skills, we recognized that we could be more courteous. However, I will not back away from an uncomfortable topic simply because it might ruffle someone's (or my own) feathers. Comfort is the enemy of growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3760489518932787888?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3760489518932787888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3760489518932787888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3760489518932787888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3760489518932787888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-speech.html' title='Free Speech'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SQyEsbu8tuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-Xsl8gN_5z4/s72-c/Free+Speech+Censored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1901666820475922328</id><published>2008-10-29T02:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:37:40.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SQgDsGdWW4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zrjbOJZ72iY/s1600-h/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SQgDsGdWW4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zrjbOJZ72iY/s320/study.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262460220765264770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it is 2:30am, I have two midterms tomorrow, and I should be studying.  I just can't get going.  I studied for these exams over the weekend already so it's not like I am in dire straits (great band by the way) or anything. This isn't a cramming session. I just need to make two really good grades to keep up my hopes of having a 4th straight semester of all As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing lots of things to distract myself, but it is now time to put my nose to the grindstone and go over this information so that I can get two 100% scores tomorrow. I have tried to be really consistent in how I study. Music in the background is bad for me. Television is bad for my studying. Kristy being home and awake makes it difficult. So, I am sitting at my desk at 2:30am and it is time to get going. Here I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1901666820475922328?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1901666820475922328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1901666820475922328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1901666820475922328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1901666820475922328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/10/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SQgDsGdWW4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zrjbOJZ72iY/s72-c/study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3798356595357149748</id><published>2008-10-20T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:59:41.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SPzLfTwIDdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uw50rwMVEx0/s1600-h/Greatest_Generation_Tom_Brokaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SPzLfTwIDdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uw50rwMVEx0/s320/Greatest_Generation_Tom_Brokaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259302203600408018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my grandmother died almost two weeks ago and I have been too busy to truly process yet. Today's post will be a bit of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound strange but I am 32 years old and my grandmother is really the first death of a family member that I was close to that I have experienced. My grandparents on my father's side either died before I was born or lived too far away for me to truly get to know. My paternal grandfather died when I was 7 and I only have a few clear memories of him. But, my grandmother has been a part of my life since my birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberta Springfield was born March 18th, 1908. That's right folks, she was 100 years old when she died! She lived pretty much her entire life in Cincinnati, OH. Her father went looking for work in the early 1930s (of course she was already in her early 20s by then) and never came back, leaving her, her younger sister Georgette, and their mother to take care of each other. My grandmother embraced that role which is why she didn't marry until after her younger sister had and Alberta could be sure that Georgette was secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up marrying a man from Alabama who had moved to Cincinnati to work for the railroad (a good job that was deemed necessary to national security, thus keeping him out of WWII). They had 4 children (my mother being the third and the youngest girl). My grandmother was an extremely religious woman. I know that in the present day and age the term "religious" is more often than not used as a negative word, but she truly loved her God and sought to serve in whatever way she was gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my parents both worked (well, at least my mother always had a job and worked) so  my sister and I would go to grandma's house after school nearly everyday until I got into high school and started playing sports. I remember getting there and her having a snack of apple slices, fig newtons, or maybe even some vanilla wafers and milk ready for us. We would settle in to watch some Thundercats and He-Man (then She-Ra came on so I stopped watching and started either doing homework or playing cards with grandma). Later, she even started preparing our brown-bag lunches for us each day. Her house was on the way home for my mom so she would pick up the lunches the night before. My grandma really took care of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an enormous impact on my life. I will always cherish the times that I was able to sit and ask her questions about her life. I interviewed her for a paper in middle school on the Great Depression (I wonder if I will ever be interviewed by a younger relative about living through a similar time...) and got an A on the paper because of the amazing detail she provided. She was already a very old woman by the time I started forming concrete memories. She was 40 when she had my mother and my mom was 29 when she had me... a 69 year gap between us. She taught me how to play Canasta (my wife thinks she taught me how to cheat at it but that is just because Kristy is really bad at Canasta), she showed me that grandparents can be indulging to a point, and she showed me that God really can give us the strength to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the strongest memories I will always have of my grandma was how she quit smoking. I remember one day when I was 8 or 9 (she would have been 77 or 78), she finished smoking her 3rd pack in one day. It was right around the anniversary of her husband's death so I am sure that had something to do with it. She realized how addicted she was to those things and decided she was done smoking... she never smoked again! This was one of the strongest women I have ever (and will ever) known. When I was in high school, I asked her about it. She told me that whenever she started craving a cigarette, she simply prayed. Mostly the rosary or pre-written prayers, but she gave that craving up to God... much like a fast. Probably the most valuable lesson on prayer I have ever gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when her mind started slipping. It was scary and strange to see this woman who had always been so sharp start to forget and fade into daydreams and mix them up with reality. It was little things at first, but it eventually got to the point where the woman I had known was pretty much gone. The last 10 years or so of her life were spent in this cloud. It was heart-breaking to watch. I cannot tell you how many times I asked God why she was still here. All of her friends had died. Her sister had died. Her children had all moved away (except for my mom). She could no longer care for herself so my parents bought the house from her and moved in so that my mom could take care of her (which she did for the next 9 years). I began to try to find reasons that God was keeping her body alive. Maybe this was a lesson to me and others on how to truly love and honor our parents. Instead of just sticking her in a home, my mom dealt with frustration and heart-ache for nearly a decade just so that she could make sure her mother felt loved... even if she didn't recognize her own child anymore. Maybe it was practical since my parents and brother sort of depended on her social security check to buy food for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think both of those are true in a sense. I also think a powerful third reason exists. Even though Alberta couldn't remember her own children, where she was most of the time, or even her own age (she would regularly get up in the morning thinking that she had to go to school) she could always remember how to pray. I was shocked one day when I went there and saw her in her bedroom with EWTN (the Catholic channel) on. The program was a Latin Mass and my grandmother knew every word... in LATIN! She never forgot how to pray her rosary or did she ever stop whispering her personal prayers to the Lord. If EVER there was an example of "pray continually", it was my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 days before she passed, she broke her hip. No one saw how it happened and the theory is that she didn't really fall, but that she stood up and her 100 year old hip just crumpled to pieces. The doctors said it was not worth it (I don't like that phrasing but I can't think of another way to say it) to do surgery. So, they tried to make her comfortable, they gave her pain medication, the nurses visited with her regularly, and my mom's office is in the same complex as the hospital so she visited her every day. They said that because she was going to be laying down all the time now, her lungs wouldn't last long. They lasted nearly 5 more days. Alberta Springfield died at 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book right now called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprised by Hope&lt;/span&gt; by N.T. Wright. In it, he argues that most Christians today don't ascribe to historical Christianity's teaching about death, life after death, and resurrection. He articulates a lot of what I had been learning through personal study. The hope of Christians is not that our souls would go to heaven to dwell with God in some spiritual realm for eternity. The hope is that death is truly vanquished. After our bodies die, our spirit either enters into some sort of sleep, goes to some sort of waiting area, or perhaps even does dwell with God... but for a limited time. Because, in the end, God will raise all of the dead ("resurrection of the flesh" is one of the last beliefs stated in the Apostle's Creed) but with perfected bodies. God will create a new heaven and a new Earth (and a new Jerusalem) where we will live for eternity in our uncorrupted bodies, in full fellowship with each other and with God. My grandmother prayed the Apostle's and Nicene Creed on a daily basis. This is what she believed and I know that this is where she placed her hope. Someday, I will see my grandmother again, but not as some glowing spiritual being. I will see her as she was meant to always be. Her mind will be sharp again and her body will be strong. She will be funny and insightful as well as able to run and jump and roll on the ground in laughter without any thought of her hip ever breaking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my grandma and I miss her. Even though she had basically been gone for 10 years, her death really solidified that for me. I can't wait to see her again and I thank God that her pain (physical, mental, and spiritual) is now gone and her hope is all the more closer to becoming reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3798356595357149748?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3798356595357149748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3798356595357149748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3798356595357149748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3798356595357149748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/10/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SPzLfTwIDdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Uw50rwMVEx0/s72-c/Greatest_Generation_Tom_Brokaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-9090690166093637078</id><published>2008-10-13T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:10:36.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation by Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SPNDajsfDUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AtcCRNOh0J8/s1600-h/pythagoras.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SPNDajsfDUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AtcCRNOh0J8/s320/pythagoras.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256619313608985922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I am going to try to make this somewhat of a quick thought. I am in a small group of guys that meets usually every Wednesday. My friend who facilitates this little group is an extremely skilled counselor trained by &lt;a href="http://www.newwayministries.org/"&gt;Larry Crabb&lt;/a&gt;. Because of that, Larry tends to get some "press" in our group... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we read a very short excerpt from one of his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pressures-Off-Theres-New-Live/dp/1578568455/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223902284&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt; about how to be free from pressure in your life. While no analogy is perfect, this little concept made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry writes that people operate from one of two "laws." First, the Law of Linearity describes the lifestyle of thinking that if I do A &amp;amp; B the result will be C. Apply that to a spiritual paradigm and we slip into thinking that as long as I don't: smoke, drink, have sex outside of marriage, cheat on my taxes, kick my dog, etc... or do: serve food at the shelter, support my family, lend a cup of sugar to my neighbor (literally or figuratively as long as it doesn't violate #3 in the don't list), go to church, pet my dog, etc... we will receive favor from God. That favor can either be blessings (as in health, wealth, happiness, etc.) or the big one, salvation. The Law of Linearity makes logical sense, but it also is based on performance and inherently brings pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is the Law of Liberty. This law is not motivated by gaining C (the favor/blessing/salvation). The goal is simply to dwell in whatever God has for us... good/bad/ugly (great &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/find?q=Good,+the+Bad+and+the+Ugly,+The+%281966%29;tt=on"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; by the way). It sounds a little passive-aggressive (hence no perfect analogy) but it also takes away the idea that we have to perform. The scary part is that there is no longer anyway to be able to say with certainty that we can predict God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it makes me continue to rethink salvation. For too long I have thought of "being saved" as being so easy "a caveman could do it" (too bad there is no such thing as cavemen, right &lt;a href="http://www.answersingenesis.org/"&gt;Ken Hamm?&lt;/a&gt; I hope you caught my sarcasm). It's as simple as ABC: admit, believe, commit and you'll be saved. Ultimately, this puts a formula onto God's actions, makes God predictable, and therefore removes the possibility that the god of this type of theology is actually God (at least in my book... which will be in stores a month from never). It is hard for me to believe in a God that I can predict. So, I think the Law of Liberty is key in truly submitting ourselves to a God of mystery, unpredictability, danger, adventure, heart-break, and the like. I want to want what this God wants. I want to move away from wanting to figure out how to get what I want. I do this in too many of my human relationships already... it's called manipulation and I am tired (literally, it's exhausting) of doing it in any relationship, let alone my relationship with God who sees right through my attempts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-9090690166093637078?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/9090690166093637078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=9090690166093637078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/9090690166093637078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/9090690166093637078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/10/salvation-by-numbers.html' title='Salvation by Numbers'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SPNDajsfDUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AtcCRNOh0J8/s72-c/pythagoras.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-7685442164329854573</id><published>2008-10-10T12:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:59:33.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SO-GcU_jLaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4SgJG5GCtIk/s1600-h/lk_distraction5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SO-GcU_jLaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4SgJG5GCtIk/s320/lk_distraction5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255567111394373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this blog entry is not meant to be political but I thought this cartoon was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly though, I just wanted to share why I haven't posted in quite a while. Writing here was giving me a lot of joy. It was fun to articulate things I was wrestling with and to receive comments from people who could possibly sharpen me. That joy started to become a bit of an obsession and the idea that I was sharing MY thoughts began to cause me to be a bit prideful. I began neglecting other things because I "had to do my blog entry." This is a pattern I have struggled with many times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my life making excuses. By this I am not necessarily just saying that I tried to come up with explanations of why I did something or why I didn't or why something happened. It wasn't even about pushing the blame onto circumstances or other people. Although, those things were all a part of it, the underlying reason I lived by excuses (and have died by them too) was because I felt I could always justify myself. I was always right. Even when it was clear I was in the wrong, I would find points where I was right (according to me) and focus on those. I would find anything to distract me from the things I just simply didn't want to do / didn't value / found unimportant / etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For much of my adult life, I have especially used spirituality for this end. If I didn't do the paperwork I was supposed to do... I would make the person confronting me guilty by saying (and usually honestly) that I was busy meeting with someone / praying / studying scripture / preparing a talk / etc. I thought all of those things far more important than paperwork and phone calls and e-mails and ... you get the picture. And, it's true, they are. Ultimately, God is not going to ask us if we (and I will use a Young Life reference here) got our greensheets in on time. God is not going to focus on whether or not I wrote my paper for my high school English class. God will not particularly care if I call you back the next day / next week / next month. God's focus is on eternal things and God calls us to focus on them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I used this thinking and categorizing as a cop-out and excuse for not doing things that I placed little or no value in. The problem is, there are eternal elements in everything we do. I just didn't like that thought so I distracted myself from the theology of work by using (like a heroin addict) relationships (a good thing), prayer (a good thing), and the study of scripture (a good thing). The lesson though is that every good thing, when used inappropriately, becomes a bad thing. I have paid some dear consequences for my perverse use of spirituality. This blog began to become a distraction... an excuse... rather than a blessing (which it has the potential to be) in my life. My little break has given me a chance to hopefully re-focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-7685442164329854573?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/7685442164329854573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=7685442164329854573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7685442164329854573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/7685442164329854573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/10/distraction.html' title='Distraction'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SO-GcU_jLaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4SgJG5GCtIk/s72-c/lk_distraction5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4115046073096705412</id><published>2008-09-13T01:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:30:46.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMtP8SfdadI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VULmQAVSB3Q/s1600-h/dyson_splash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMtP8SfdadI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VULmQAVSB3Q/s200/dyson_splash1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245374088177609170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... I said I would try to have my second marriage post up by the other evening. I just haven't had the time to write it all out yet. I will really try to post it tomorrow afternoon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I will share with you that Kristy and I bought a Dyson vacuum cleaner a little while ago. Those things are expensive. I thought her obsession with getting one was a little ridiculous. Why pay $600 for a vacuum cleaner when you can get one for $60 at Target? She swore that the Dyson was better. So, she did what does and started searching for the one she wanted and trying to find the best deal on it. My wife is a total "super-shopper" in that she is really good at researching the best products and then finding them at the best prices. She ended up finding a floor model of the "Animal" vacuum cleaner that is specifically designed to pick up pet hair (and when you have an Australian Shepherd, that is important) for sale at Bed, Bath, and Beyond for 40% off the original price. She then negotiated with the sales guy a little and got him to take another 10% off. By the way, you can negotiate prices just about anywhere. I have even haggled at Walmart and gotten the price I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now this vacuum cleaner is going to be $300 plus tax. She then, and I love this... probably because she got this from me, whipped out her 20% off coupon. So, we ended up buying a $600 vacuum cleaner for $258. I still thought that was expensive but she had done such a good job so I signed off on the purchase as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vacuum is TOTALLY worth it! It really is a superior machine. The carpet looks brand new after every time we run the vacuum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I know I suck for not getting the 2nd marriage post up. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4115046073096705412?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4115046073096705412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4115046073096705412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4115046073096705412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4115046073096705412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMtP8SfdadI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VULmQAVSB3Q/s72-c/dyson_splash1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5495174361676735607</id><published>2008-09-11T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:20:53.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working</title><content type='html'>So, my car broke down and we are trying to figure out where to get it worked on. I am still working on marriage post #2. I will try to have it up tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5495174361676735607?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5495174361676735607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5495174361676735607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5495174361676735607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5495174361676735607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-working.html' title='Still Working'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-2452502532480051771</id><published>2008-09-10T10:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:30:06.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMfn6hrsDHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_UebXfG89RA/s1600-h/ban-marriage-big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMfn6hrsDHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_UebXfG89RA/s320/ban-marriage-big.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244415283756272754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote is from the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093779/"&gt;Princess Bride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love that movie. Anywho...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am sitting in class and we are discussing Hinduism yesterday and we get to the story of the Hindu god &lt;a href="http://www.krishna.com/"&gt;Krishna&lt;/a&gt;. He, in his youth, was known as a great lover. He would come down and seduce the milkmaids in the fields (and show them pleasures beyond pleasures... baw chika baw waw). As he matured, he fell &lt;a href="http://hinduism.about.com/library/weekly/aa021201d.htm"&gt;deeply and passionately in love with Radha&lt;/a&gt;. It is tough to say whether this is a different god (or goddess) or just his female counterpart (balance is important in Hinduism) but she can be considered a separate entity. The interesting thing is, the other gods and goddesses (most at least) were married, Krishna and Radha were not because their love was to be the ideal form of love  to which all humans should aspire. The reasoning is that once a couple is married, the love leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also studying &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Sex-Marriage-Middle-Ages/dp/0415307465/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221058978&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Love, Sex and Marriage in the Middle Ages&lt;/a&gt; this semester. We are looking at the views of these during &lt;a href="http://www.medievaltimes.com/home.aspx"&gt;Medieval Times&lt;/a&gt; (my Prof. might fail me because of that link!) and it is interesting how many views support stereotypes that we have of the Middle Ages and how many throw those stereotypes out the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a lot that the church has to say on the subject of marriage in those days because that is when marriage as we know it today (especially within Christianity and the Christian West) was truly defined. The arguments centered around when and how the actual sacrament (called this as early as Augustine and Jerome if not earlier) takes place. Is it at the moment of consent? Does it entail a sort of public pledge? Is it strictly a secular affair or does the church have involvement (the church maintained their control over marriage while the state saw marriage more as a contractual agreement)? Does consumation have any bearing on the validity of marriage? Can you marry a relative and, if so, how far removed do they have to be (this was an important question... especially to royalty)? Ultimately, the church began putting lots of restrictions on marriage as well as sex in marriage. There is a theology that marriage is fundamentally different after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fall_of_Man"&gt;the Fall&lt;/a&gt;. In Eden, marriage was instituted by God, but sin corrupted marriage to the point that celibacy was the ideal life and marriage was only necessary to keep people from sinning because of their lust. Interesting way to view something known as a "sacrament" don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on the ecclesial side, we see sort of a prudish attitude towards marriage developing out of three things (in my opinion... I need to do more research on this but this is a preliminary statement): the church's teaching of the higher state of celibacy, the church's desire to extend more control into civil matters, and the church's attempt to define proper Christian behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, on the secular side we see something very different. We see a similar attitude to that of Hinduism. Unmarried love is far more passionate and true than anything we see in marriage. The &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Arthurian-Romances-Penguin-Classics-Chr%C3%A9tien/dp/0140445218"&gt;Arthurian Romances&lt;/a&gt; repeat this theme over and over again, as do the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lais-Marie-France-Penguin-Classics/dp/0140447598/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221060095&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Lais of Marie de France&lt;/a&gt;. Every example shows (of course only beautiful and noble... meaning upper class... people are the subjects of these stories) someone in an unhappy marriage finding the love of their life and entering into deep passionate physical behavior (wink wink, nudge nudge) with their new love. Often, these arrangements don't end well, but that furthers the theme that true love cannot last. In fact, that is something that is said repeatedly in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt; but the movie attempts to quell that thought. But, sometimes they work out for those lovers.  The example of failure in love is Lancelot and Guenivere. Tristan and Isolde offers a couple of scenarios... mostly bad but some end well (the story is so old that there are many different versions, but it is the quintessential love story as well as the oldest in Europe of the time... many other stories quote or refer to Tristan and Isolde).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, what is marriage? Is it possible for passion to remain? Is marriage even supposed to be based on love or is it simply to relieve the burden of sin or to align families in civil contract? Why do we base our feelings of love today on pure passion (as the medieval romances seem to do) when we also seem to think that passion ALWAYS dies within the context of marriage (as Krishna and Radha's example seems to say)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I will further explore marriage today and discuss, based on some of the history of marriage in the church as well as secular, whether our views on marriage and who can and should be allowed to marry are actually faulty. Yes, gay marriage will be talked about, but so will the concepts of pre-marital counseling, the sacramental nature, marriage roles, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-2452502532480051771?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/2452502532480051771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=2452502532480051771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/2452502532480051771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/2452502532480051771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/09/mawage-mawage-is-wot-bwings-us-togeder.html' title='&quot;Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.&quot;'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMfn6hrsDHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_UebXfG89RA/s72-c/ban-marriage-big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-9196681429703801083</id><published>2008-09-08T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:09:23.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperbole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMUyhcvxLaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7Oj97hfl8-Q/s1600-h/CaptainHyperbole!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMUyhcvxLaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7Oj97hfl8-Q/s320/CaptainHyperbole!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243652891376430498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I felt that I needed to put a disclaimer up here. I &lt;a href="http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-evil-don-touch-it_3086.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about war a few weeks ago (I actually tried to post it way before I talked about baptism, but I did it from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; and it didn't post until much later... and it posted like 5 times... I erased the extra ones). That seems to be the single most read post of my blogging career and it sparked a lot of good and challenging comments (I was challenged on some of my thinking which is always a good thing). One sort of pet peeve is when folks don't comment under their own names or profiles because it is tough to engage in dialogue when that occurs, but I made a decision when I started this blog that I would welcome any and all comments. I promised myself that I wouldn't censor anyone's words, even if they were negative and/or insulting, they were their words and what they wanted to say. If I am going to hang or fly by my words, so should all of us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I felt the need to clarify some of the intent behind my posts. I am writing about things they way (in my view of the world, history, scripture, etc.) they ought to be. I fully understand the way things &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;but I am attempting to call for something better. I am by no means the first to do this. There are people of great spirituality and intellect that have influenced (and continue to influence) me. I, as all of us, have been shaped by those around me. I hope (and in many cases know... as much as it is possible to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;) that they have been iron and that I have been also so that the iron is sharpening iron as scripture says. I am trying to communicate the way things were meant to be AND could be again. I am doing this by suggesting some radical shifts in thought (at least radical for me) and behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, understand this... some of what I say is extreme and I know this. I do speak in hyperbole sometimes. For example, by suggesting that there is no such thing as evil (as I did in the war post) I very much meant that evil is not an entity in and of itself, but I did not mean that there are not actions we can describe as evil. My point was that evil is not a noun, but it can be an adjective. The way I worded it all, however, was very harsh and hyperbolic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say all of this so that anyone who reads my thoughts here (which I guess I still don't understand why folks read them... but I guess I read other people's thoughts and that we can all challenge each other) understands that, while I might not give much power to the way things &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;, I very much understand them. I am simply trying to show that all of this was intended to be unbelievably different. I am also trying to show that it was not meant to be inconceivably different. When Jesus spoke of the Kingdom of God, I am convinced (as much as one can be convinced yet remain open to the idea they may be wrong) that He was speaking of the Kingdom He was restarting and that He was leaving it to His followers to see this Kingdom realized "on earth as it is in heaven." So, while I do include some hyperbole in these posts, it is intentional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the most awesomenest, topest, amazingly amazing book I am reading now is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Surprised-Hope-Rethinking-Resurrection-Mission/dp/0061551821/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220884106&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Surprised by Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.ntwrightpage.com/"&gt;N.T. Wright&lt;/a&gt;. I highly recommend it for it deals with realizing the Kingdom here and now. I am also enjoying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-President-Politics-Ordinary-Radicals/dp/0310278422/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220884158&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Jesus for President&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well. It is from this book that I want to quote as an ending to this post. The authors are quoting the early church father Origen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who some condemn as a universalist although I think that is a bit of a mischaracterization because he seemed to teach that Jesus was the only way, truth, and light... he just seemed to believe that all of creation and every human ever would one day acknowledge that fact... he never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; said, as far as I can tell, that that meant they would all live in the Kingdom of God for eternity, but that could be inferred and perhaps was his point... one that I don't necessarily disagree with but am still working out) &lt;/span&gt;who is quoting a critic of Christianity named Celsus and then responding to the quote. Notice Origen's conclusion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celsus:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you set aside this maxim &lt;/span&gt;(that of serving in the military and accepting government offices)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, you will deservedly suffer for it at the hands of the king. For if all were to do the same as you, there would be nothing to prevent his being left in utter solitude and desertion, and the affairs of the earth would fall into the hands of the wildest and most lawless barbarians."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Origen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... would that all were to follow my example in rejecting the maxim..., maintaining the divine origin of the kingdom &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(rejecting that Rome has any claim to divine Origen... much as I reject the U.S. having any such claim as well)&lt;/span&gt;, and observing the precept to honour the king! In these circumstances the king will not "be left in utter solitude and desertion," neither will "the affairs of the world fall into the hands of the most impious and wild barbarians." For if, in the words of Celsus, "they do as I do," then it is evident that even the barbarians, when they yield obedience to the word of God, will become most obedient to the law, and most humane; and every form of worship will be destroyed except the religion of Christ &lt;/span&gt;(destroyed by love and conversion rather than the sword)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, which will alone prevail. And indeed it will one day triumph, as its principles take possession of the minds of men &lt;/span&gt;(and women) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more and more every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Origen spoke in terms of what was possible and spoke of the radical means by which the unbelievable yet conceivable (I know... paradoxical ain't it) can come about. Origen knew the dangers in the world... he knew that people would lose their lives in this process. But he also knew that the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-9196681429703801083?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/9196681429703801083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=9196681429703801083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/9196681429703801083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/9196681429703801083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/09/hyperbole.html' title='Hyperbole'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMUyhcvxLaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7Oj97hfl8-Q/s72-c/CaptainHyperbole!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1645472659395183092</id><published>2008-09-05T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:26:26.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMFHsgvZ30I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-gHkR-_USCY/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMFHsgvZ30I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-gHkR-_USCY/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550271264546626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a theory put forth by Victor Turner that the bonds of community are formed through liminality. This means that by beginning in one state, entering into and experiencing a common in-between state (one that is not permanent but is also separate from the beginning state and the ending state), and then finishing in an entirely new state that can only be reached through the liminal state, people form into a community.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An example of this liminal state would be bootcamp. Presently I have two friends who have joined the marines and are going through their 12 weeks of bootcamp. Before they left, they were private citizens just like the rest of us. However, once they climbed aboard that bus they were no longer private citizens... but they were also not fully marines. These next 12 weeks are going to be grueling and taxing but they are by no means going to last forever, they are only 12 weeks. But, at the end of this process, they will be marines. No longer will they be merely private citizens (even after their service has ended they are always known as "veterans" rather than just "citizens"), but they will be full-fledged marines. Other marines will see them as brothers. The uniform, the haircut, the look in their eyes, and sometimes the tattoos will make them fairly recognizable to others who have also passed through the liminal state of bootcamp. A community exists and the initiation into it (marking the permanent "citizenship" in it) was the bootcamp experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religions function much the same way. Since I am a Christian, I will only talk about that experience here. One of the liminal states in Christianity (and perhaps one of the most important) is the conversion experience. Whether you are someone who can point to an exact moment when your heart turned to God or you went through more of a process, there was a time where you (to use the imagery of Jacob) wrestled with God. You had heard something or experienced something that challenged the ideas/beliefs/goals of your present community and you went through a time of reflection on those things. That time of reflection was liminal. It would not be (nor is it meant to be) permanent. People either eventually decide to move to the other side or they go back where they were and never completely pass through the liminal state. Anyone who calls themselves Christian (and actually understands what that means in a spiritual way rather than a cultural way... although cultural Christians are a community with an initiation as well) has experienced this liminality. That is why we call each other "sisters" and "brothers" because true community is really the same as a family bond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this community is reinforced by entering into liminal states together regularly. These shared moments of limbo strengthen our family bond. Worship does this. In worship, we are not completely in this world... we are glimpsing into a world that is beyond (not to be too neo-platonic). We consciously enter this state and should come out changed (together) on the other side. Does worship do this for you? Does it do this for me? It should. We should not be able to enter into the presence of God together and come out the other side exactly the same as we went in. If that is happening, I would suggest that either you (and I) are not truly entering into worship or that our community as a whole is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many other liminal states within Christianity that further bind our hearts together. Service, suffering, miracles, etc. all serve this purpose. Mission trips, camp trips, a conversation... none of these are permanent but they should leave us changed and should strengthen our bonds of friendship... or better yet our family. If we don't enter into these states (they are scary if you think about entering into something that is inherently volatile since it is not permanent and it will enact change in your life) then we will never get to experience the community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1645472659395183092?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1645472659395183092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1645472659395183092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1645472659395183092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1645472659395183092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/09/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SMFHsgvZ30I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-gHkR-_USCY/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1457950647998899520</id><published>2008-09-03T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:34:59.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SL9FqnY_0CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zZrUhn9gxVI/s1600-h/welcome+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SL9FqnY_0CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zZrUhn9gxVI/s320/welcome+back.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241985089713197090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I have not been blogging as regularly as I would like, and that situation is ending now. I went on vacation (it was great, thanks for asking) and school started back up immediately after we got home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class schedule this semester is not as grueling as this summer, but it is tough. I am taking 5 classes on campus and doing an independent study... so 6 classes in total. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One class, the professor herself (whom I've taken before) told me I could almost sleep through it and get an A (always nice to hear from your professor... but it is a required class for my minor so I'll suffer through an easy A). I am taking a class on Ancient Greece from a guy who studied at Oxford and is notoriously nit-picky. I am going to have to work hard in that one. Medieval Britain is a class that I think I will do well in but I am still trying to figure out the professor so I know how to write for her. My class on the Politics of Britain and Ireland (&lt;a href="http://www.ylcentreco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Murph&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure is proud that I am learning about his homeland) seems like it won't be difficult but it will be time consuming with readings and studying for the exams. Plus, the professor in that class is extremely strict and has the toughest grading scale I've ever experienced (96-100=A, 91-95=A-, 86-90=B, etc.). My class on Love and Romance in the Middle Ages is interesting and enjoyable... plus I have already read most of the books in other classes and the theological stuff is familiar to me as well. My independent study is with a professor that I've gotten to know as a friend. He is unbelievably intelligent (7 Master's Degrees and he will get his Doctorate this year despite going blind in the past 2 years), and he is also an ordained minister in the &lt;a href="http://www.pcusa.org/"&gt;Presbyterian Church&lt;/a&gt;. We agree on many things theologically (although we do differ on some things as well), and he has agreed to teach me Biblical Greek this semester and next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great thing about the independent study is that it will put me ahead when I head off to seminary next year. It will allow me to pursue further study in Greek while in seminary and to take more difficult classes in more specific areas as well. Plus we get to move at our own pace (which, thankfully, is faster than a typical class of 30 or 40 students).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this semester will be challenging but good. I see no reason I can't succeed in all of my classes, but one of the lessons I am beginning to grasp in my life is that I must always work as hard as possible. Why do something if you aren't going to do it the whole way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1457950647998899520?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1457950647998899520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1457950647998899520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1457950647998899520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1457950647998899520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SL9FqnY_0CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zZrUhn9gxVI/s72-c/welcome+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5654245267722629140</id><published>2008-08-15T22:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:31:30.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's evil, don't touch it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PUOzxEZ44pc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PUOzxEZ44pc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have never seen Time Bandits, you need to run (don't walk) to your local library/video store and get it, bring it home, and prepare to enjoy a fantastic film.  Of course, this clip is a bit of a spoiler as it is the ending, but it really doesn't have a ton of bearing on the rest of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I am asking today is, does evil really exist?  Is there such a thing as evil?  Can evil ever really be "incarnate"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a review of The Dark Knight (fantastic by the way... see it in IMAX if you can) and this was the question being asked.  There is no such thing as darkness, just the absence of light.  There is no "cold" only the absence of heat.  Is evil like this?  Does it actually not exist in and of itself?  What if evil is just the absence of something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the case, what is the "something else" that is missing when we experience things that are evil?  I think "good" cannot possibly cover it.  I have been in plenty of circumstances where good had no presence but I didn't experience evil.  Ultimately, evil is the word we attach to anything that lacks love.  Love is the thing that, when missing, makes evil seem so real.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But evil has no power of its own.  Even if you think of a being like Satan or the devil as being evil, the truth is that he/she/it is actually the absence of God (who defines himself/herself as "Love").  There is no point in combatting evil.  It is not a real thing.  If we stop focusing on the experience of an absence and simply bring back the presence of that which is missing, evil will cease.  As trite as this sounds, love really is the answer.  We must choose to respond to the absence of it by bringing it with us rather than simply responding by continuing to dwell in love's absence.  War is the absence of love.  The way to end war and conflict is through love, not more war.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War: it's evil, don't touch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5654245267722629140?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5654245267722629140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5654245267722629140&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5654245267722629140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5654245267722629140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-evil-don-touch-it_3086.html' title='It&amp;#39;s evil, don&amp;#39;t touch it!'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4346652574077368560</id><published>2008-08-15T21:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:42:33.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKYqzLojBBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gXGvHwQTUi8/s1600-h/john_denver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKYqzLojBBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gXGvHwQTUi8/s200/john_denver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234918675649332242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Kristy and I are heading for Durango, Colorado in the morning. I have been looking forward to this vacation for 3 months... ever since summer classes started and I had 12 straight weeks of 21 hours of classes to sit through each week, I have been pining to go to my in-laws' house in the mountains and sleep late, eat home-made soup and bread, and play scrabble.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two unfortunate parts about this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;The 'rents still use &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dial-up&lt;/span&gt;! This means posts might be few and far between since the closest town is 20 minutes away. I will write when I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Our dog can't come. We thought about letting her fly in the cargo section of the plane, but when we looked into it we heard horror stories of the area not being pressurized correctly and the dogs dying or the sheer stress of it killed the dogs. We are not willing to take that chance. She would be so much fun at their house. They are on the side of a mountain and &lt;a href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/dogbook/profile/view/1369146"&gt;Ellie&lt;/a&gt; would love running through the woods and chasing the squirrels. She adores my father-in-law also. But, we opted for having our friend,&lt;a href="http://ancientpilgrim.wordpress.com/"&gt; Guy&lt;/a&gt;, come and watch her. He is the one who wrote the post on &lt;a href="http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/fish-are-friends-not-food.html"&gt;Animal Theology&lt;/a&gt; I linked to a couple of weeks ago, so I'm pretty sure he values creation enough to care for our kid/dog for a week. Plus we paid him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get a couple of posts in this next week. If not, I'll be back on the 25th! Pray that a hurricane doesn't hit Jacksonville while we are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4346652574077368560?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4346652574077368560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4346652574077368560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4346652574077368560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4346652574077368560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/rocky-mountain-high.html' title='Rocky Mountain High'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKYqzLojBBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gXGvHwQTUi8/s72-c/john_denver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1822741501888641815</id><published>2008-08-13T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:04:10.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKLlwQKT4JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UOMzok2hWrQ/s1600-h/communion+carving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKLlwQKT4JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UOMzok2hWrQ/s200/communion+carving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233998334092632210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eucharist"&gt;eucharist or Lord's supper&lt;/a&gt;. It is the oldest element of Christian worship. Although there are many Old Testament/Hebrew Bible/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanakh"&gt;Tanakh&lt;/a&gt; allusions to the eventual sacrament of communion, it was fully established by Jesus at the Last Supper and has been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; staple of Christian worship for 2,000 years.  Interestingly, in the past couple of hundred years many denominations have shifted the focus away from communion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of the basic disagreements regarding communion: symbol vs. sacrament, necessary elements, frequency, who can partake, and the ultimate purpose of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I will show my hand at the start.  I see communion as a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/sacrament"&gt;sacrament&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a rite that conveys grace, blessing, or holiness to the believer who participates in it)&lt;/span&gt;. The elements are bread and wine (I am okay with grape juice as long as we understand that unfermented grape juice didn't exist until Welch's invented it). I am a proponent of it happening every week (even though my denomination usually only does it once a month). I think it should only be for those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who have joined mystically with the Body of Christ (the Church universal) through &lt;a href="http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/vs.html"&gt;baptism&lt;/a&gt;. I think the purposes of communion are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Renew and strengthen the Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;Offer a sacrifice to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;Mystically connect with every other believer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;Mystically connect with Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;Point to the day when we will eat with God at the banquet table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will now reveal more of my hand. Despite my seemingly strong and somewhat nit-picky beliefs, I also think that we must avoid the temptation to make it too formulaic. While I think there are proper ways of participating in communion, the goal is to participate. If you don't have wine or grape juice, use whatever you have. The point is to eat together. The point is to open up a place for Christ to be present. The point is to be strengthened. The point is to experience some of heaven on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christ said, "This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;my body." Now, I am not much of a literalist, but I do believe that Jesus meant that in some way, he is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly &lt;/span&gt;present in communion. Not just in the way that he is always there, but that in the act of the words being said, the elements being offered, and the people being gathered together Jesus is actually present. This is known as the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;real presence&lt;/span&gt;. Did you know that not only do Catholics and Orthodox believe this (Catholics define it as transubstantiation which means that the elements become the literal flesh and blood... the Orthodox do not have this defined the way Catholics do, but they are similar), but both Luther AND Calvin taught forms of the real presence? Luther taught consubstantiation. This means that Christ is present with the elements. Once the meal is done, he is not longer present. This is why he had a problem with the Catholic practice of eucharistic adoration. I don't have a problem with that practice since they are approaching it from the standpoint of believing that they are worshipping Jesus. If they believed he wasn't in the bread and still worshipped it, that would be idolatry, but it is not the way Catholics do it! Calvin said that Jesus was present in the meal by the preaching of the word and the blessing of the offering.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All three positions teach that grace is received through communion. Not the "saving grace" we think of when we normally hear the word grace (necessarily), but more the grace of experiencing God more and being further equipped because of the experience to love the world more. The position that it is merely symbolic loses this. It reduces the table to just a mere act of remembrance. While that element is definitely there ("do this in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of me"), it is only the beginning. Again, as with baptism, stopping at the symbols is failing to see the bigger picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because grace is conferred and the meal itself is unifying, there is absolutely no good reason not to do it every week (hell, the Catholics have it even better by doing it everyday)! Do we not want too much grace? Is too much unity unhealthy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1822741501888641815?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1822741501888641815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1822741501888641815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1822741501888641815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1822741501888641815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/communion.html' title='Communion'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKLlwQKT4JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UOMzok2hWrQ/s72-c/communion+carving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5650408581266187943</id><published>2008-08-11T16:28:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:31:31.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKCingWEu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VMXA2Ns0e3g/s1600-h/infant+baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKCingWEu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VMXA2Ns0e3g/s320/infant+baptism.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233361566585633714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKCiDuA-eKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aQ7mcqA_bGc/s1600-h/believers+baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKCiDuA-eKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aQ7mcqA_bGc/s320/believers+baptism.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233360951779948706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are plenty more aspects to this issue than the argument between baptizing infants or baptizing "believers" only.  There are disagreements over the method: sprinkling or full immersion.  There are arguments about what actually takes place: purely symbolic, sacramental, or even actual forgiveness of sins (original sin included).  Some even say that baptism in necessary for salvation while others would say that it is not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting part is that all of these positions have some biblical support.  I know, some of you just blew a gasket.  "How the hell does the Bible support baptizing babies??!!"  or "HERESY! How dare you say that the Bible says baptism doesn't remove original sin!"  But bear with me.  Before I start any of this, I have to make one point.  &lt;a href="http://168.29.224.20/glance/directories/emeriti_info.asp?FID=118"&gt;Walter Brueggemann&lt;/a&gt; (one of the world's foremost biblical scholars) suggests that it is impossible to interpret scripture completely free of bias.  John Wesley said a similar thing long ago as well.  I agree.  Brueggemann says that we all interpret scripture based on 40 verses (or passages).  We find the 40 that we like/agree with/can ascribe to, and then we sift all other passages through those verses.  So, if one of your verses is &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=85487611"&gt;Acts 2:37-38&lt;/a&gt; then you will probably view all passages talking about baptism as having to do with people who believe, but also having to do with sins actually being forgiven and the Holy Spirit entering the life at baptism.  However, if you like verse &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=85487784"&gt;39&lt;/a&gt; more then you might think baptism is for children.  We all have bias when approaching scripture.  I do too.  But this is my blog so I get to say what I think... lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, is baptism for "believers only" or should the church baptize infants?  I will start by revealing my position.  I strongly believe that we SHOULD baptize infants.  The arguments against are purely arguments of omission.  The fact is, baptism is repeatedly compared with circumcision in the NT.  A Jewish baby is traditionally circumcised on the 8th day.  This circumcision makes that baby a member of Abraham's line.  This takes placed based on the faith and heritage of the parents... the baby has no say in it.  Now, if some one converts later in life to Judaism (traditionally speaking here), he is to be circumcised as an adult to enact the same effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if baptism is simply an "outward sign of an inward faith" as many like to say, this analogy makes no sense.  If the ingratiation into the Christian family has already taken place and baptism is merely the outward sign of that, then a baby doesn't need to be baptized. Unfortunately for those who believe this, circumcision meant more than just an outward sign. It was that as well, don't get me wrong, but it began the membership in the community.  That boy was now a Jew for the rest of his life.  No matter what, he had been claimed and that claim was based in the faith of his parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowhere does the Bible forbid infant baptism.  In fact, a strong argument can be made that when "entire households" are baptized, infants would be included. Jesus warns NOT to hinder the little children from coming to him. And the strongest example of God acting in a person's life based on the faith of others is the story of the &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=85488569"&gt;paralytic&lt;/a&gt;.  A man is brought before Jesus by his friends.  It is the faith of the friends that prompts Jesus to heal the man.  The man does nothing! He could have chosen not to get up. He could have gone home and laid back down on his mat. Many who are baptized, even though they have experienced this healing from God based on the faith of their parents and the priest/pastor end up laying back down on their mat. If you lay down long enough, your muscles will stop working. Nevertheless, just because we do not choose to live in the truth, the truth is no less true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who oppose infant baptism most likely ascribe to a more contractual form of salvation rather than covenantal. The problem is, there was no such thought of contractual salvation until Calvin (pretty much). The promises of God were passed from parent to child. Blood carried it, and blood delivered it.  Jesus' blood was the instrument of the new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;covenant &lt;/span&gt;(not contract). A contract can only be entered into by those who are able to understand it. This is where we get an idea of an "age of accountability." A covenant, however, is passed on with or without our consent. Age of accountability is not found anywhere in the Bible. A key argument against infant baptism is that it is not explicitly found in scripture, but the same folks who make this argument ascribe to the "unscriptural" idea of an age of accountability. It is an interesting inconsistency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it is covenantal instead of contractual, and if it actually begins something rather than just symbolize something that had already begun, then what actually happens at baptism and how do we get it to happen? I loathe reducing God (or the actions of God) to a formula.  If I do A and B then God does C.  It's bologna (I would use another word beginning with "b" if I didn't want to keep this family friendly). But, God promises that if, in faith (whether it be a "believer" or an infant brought before the community of believers) some one is baptized in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, then that person receives grace. That grace has many functions: it removes sin, it opens up space for the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, it initiates the person into the community, it begins the relationship with God. Now, again, there is an element of symbolism in this act, but there is so much more as well. The act does symbolize what happens inwardly. It also symbolizes the participant dying and raising again, just like Christ (and with Christ). But grace is present. It is sacramental. Something mysterious takes place and we lose that when we fear what we cannot completely understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, does it have to be by immersion or is sprinkling okay? Well, all of the denominations that use sprinkling agree that the preferred method is immersion. But they all say that it is not the necessary form. What is necessary is: water, faith (again, either of the individual or the community for the individual), and the names of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. If immersion is the only way, why are there so many places in this world where that would be impossible? Does God not want people in the Sahara to be baptized? Do we have to spend money on building a pool in our sanctuary, or can we give that money to the poor and just use a little tub and sprinkle the water? God wants us to use our heads. I find it interesting that it is the people who ascribe to a purely symbolic baptism who also demand immersion. Which is it? Is the act just a symbol and thus, not really necessary, or is it more than that? It is more than that which is why God is just fine with freedom in the method.  Again, only 3 things are said to be necessary (Jesus says unless a person is born of water and the Spirit... He does not say immersed in water): water, faith, and the three names of God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, when we reduce baptism to a symbolic act, we lose the mystery that accompanies it. When we close it to only those who believe, we block the saving power of the faith of others in our lives (just like the paralytic got to experience). When we limit it to immersion only, we reduce God to a formula. Baptism is about being a part of the new covenant, joining the family of that covenant, experiencing grace, receiving the Holy Spirit, allowing freedom to reign in our lives and the life of the church, and challenging the community to love this new member of their family. A baby dedication (also not found in the Bible the way those who practice it today do it) does not accomplish all of this and certainly does not bind the community together in covenant.  It is just another line in contract. We need to move beyond the legal and into the familial. God is about relationships, not clauses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5650408581266187943?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5650408581266187943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5650408581266187943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5650408581266187943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5650408581266187943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/vs.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SKCingWEu7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/VMXA2Ns0e3g/s72-c/infant+baptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1957911586488351710</id><published>2008-08-10T17:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:51:14.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ9fwhOeq8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/1R9TZpo7DVk/s1600-h/celtic+cross+on+parchment.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ9fwhOeq8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/1R9TZpo7DVk/s320/celtic+cross+on+parchment.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233006579185265602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christianity has such a rich tradition.  Unfortunately, in an attempt to throw of the rules and regulations of the past in order to usher in a new age of freedom, we have thrown the proverbial baby out with the bath water.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the next few blog posts, I plan on exploring different aspects of Christianity through (my own biased) historical and modern lenses.  I plan on discussing baptism, communion, liturgy, meditation, evangelism (this one will be in a couple of parts: 1. method of salvation we communicate, 2. modes we use to communicate, pros and cons of these), church governance, and some others.  This might be what you see in here for the rest of the month.  I welcome any and all comments, criticisms, and "funnies" (as my wife calls them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1957911586488351710?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1957911586488351710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1957911586488351710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1957911586488351710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1957911586488351710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/embracing-past.html' title='Embracing the Past'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ9fwhOeq8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/1R9TZpo7DVk/s72-c/celtic+cross+on+parchment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-3390049315070563273</id><published>2008-08-09T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:09:34.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ2wXtTIRXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oXvvtUC76v4/s1600-h/log+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ2wXtTIRXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oXvvtUC76v4/s200/log+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232532263417693554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently the 5 year anniversary is the "Wood" anniversary.  So, today (August 9th), I am trying to find a good wooden gift to give my wife (view what she does all day &lt;a href="http://www.artselect.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Well, since marriages don't last as long as they used to, some people have tried to push for a modernization of the traditional anniversary gifts.  Some are saying that 5 years is now the "Silverware" anniversary.  Kristy says if I buy here silverware I won't be sleeping in the bed tonight. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ2ysqYUHWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SelPtqGwaJU/s200/us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232534822434643298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it has been 5 years.  When we first got married, it was weird to sleep in the same bed with some one else.  I had trouble falling asleep for a while.  Now, it's weird when she's not there.  When I turn 55 years old, I will hit the point where I will have been married longer than I was single.  That is a long way off, and I think that my life already feels that real.  She has been such a great partner, friend, confidant, and lover (yeah, I said it!).  I know I am a lucky guy. Happy anniversary, Kristy (&lt;a href="http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-hello-hello-can-anybody-hear-me.html"&gt;if you ever read this&lt;/a&gt;...).  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-3390049315070563273?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/3390049315070563273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=3390049315070563273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3390049315070563273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/3390049315070563273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-years.html' title='5 years!'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ2wXtTIRXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oXvvtUC76v4/s72-c/log+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-160844573741721051</id><published>2008-08-08T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:40:58.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello (hello, hello) can anybody hear me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ0PUAS5J-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/q61hjOqFQaM/s1600-h/NotReading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ0PUAS5J-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/q61hjOqFQaM/s320/NotReading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232355178425427938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's twice this week my titles have quoted &lt;a href="http://www.pinkfloyd.com/"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt;.  Is there some blogspot award for that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think even my wife reads this blog.  I know that my friends &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309016219942283053"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; (formerly Mike-dogg) and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06979460784361297277"&gt;Shelley&lt;/a&gt; have stopped by, but other than them I am not sure anyone is reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it's a good thing I am not really writing in here just about everyday for others.  This has been a great outlet for me so far and my wife (again, who doesn't read this) doesn't have to endure my ramblings quite as much (unless she gets some alcohol in me).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will continue writing.  I hope to get better.  If you have any suggestions let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wish_You_Were_Here_(album)"&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/a&gt; (hey, there's another &lt;a href="http://www.pinkfloyd.com/"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt; reference!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-160844573741721051?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/160844573741721051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=160844573741721051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/160844573741721051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/160844573741721051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-hello-hello-can-anybody-hear-me.html' title='Hello (hello, hello) can anybody hear me?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJ0PUAS5J-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/q61hjOqFQaM/s72-c/NotReading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-663655911734595846</id><published>2008-08-08T10:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:58:32.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Sexes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJxcTsk39AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e8IyBPjUuIk/s1600-h/norm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJxcTsk39AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e8IyBPjUuIk/s320/norm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232158360550765570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just finished reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatredatabase.com/ancient/aristophanes_005.html"&gt;Lysistrata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it was pretty good. It is basically a battle of wills between the men and women of Greece. The women are pissed that the men are warring with each other and &lt;a href="http://www.theatredatabase.com/ancient/aristophanes_005.html"&gt;Lysistrata&lt;/a&gt; leads the women in withholding sex from the men until they make peace.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard about an experiment one time where they took mice and put them in a cage with two levers.  One lever would release food.  The other lever would create a sensation similar to an orgasm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mice starved to death.  That being said, I'll let you guess how the play ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite shows of all time is "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083399/"&gt;Cheers&lt;/a&gt;". The cast of characters was fantastic.  I liked it with and without &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0014255/"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001480/"&gt;Shelly Long&lt;/a&gt;), but I thought &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0014247/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000263/"&gt;Kirstie Alley&lt;/a&gt;... the &lt;a href="http://www.jennycraig.com/"&gt;Jenny Craig&lt;/a&gt; woman) got a little crazy towards the end of the series (which ran for 11 years... that makes it the 2nd longest running, non-animated, sitcom of all time... trivia: 1. What is the longest running, non-animated, sitcom of all time? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;answer at the end of the post&lt;/span&gt;... 2. What is the longest running, animated, sitcom? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;answer at the end of the post&lt;/span&gt;).  By far, though, my favorite was Norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the line that made me laugh the most was when the guys were sitting around talking about Sam's woman troubles and Norm says, "Women, can't live with them... pass the beer nuts." I don't even remember the next scene because I was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the battle cries in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatredatabase.com/ancient/aristophanes_005.html"&gt;Lysistrata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is said by the Chorus of Men... their "motto" is: Misogyny Forever!" While it is meant by the author comedically, the line seems to still be lived out today in much of the world, and the church seems to have shaped itself to the world so much that it is no different. Women, in much of the church, are still denied certain positions simply based on what (or what isn't) is in their pants.  Some churches have moved beyond this, but I wonder if they all reached the correct conclusion for the correct reasons. A female Episcopalian Priest said, "I have more respect for some one who denies my ordination based on their strongly held beliefs about tradition and scripture than some one who supports my ordination out of some sense of human rights.  It has to be supported theologically or not at all." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously she (as do I) feels women's ordination is fully supported biblically, historically, and theologically (as well as simply logically), but I know that I have, at times, slipped into the "human rights" argument and almost a false messiah complex that I need to save women from this oppression.  The argument does not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; me.  It is well supported without my help.  I am not the savior women have been waiting for... and neither is any other person (save for Jesus of course).  Our job is to support each other and strive to help each other fulfill God's call on our lives.  That support comes from biblical, historical, theological, and practical places.  It cannot come from feeling sorry for some one.  I confess I have done that in the past... and I apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answers: 1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Danny_Thomas_Show"&gt;The Danny Thomas Show&lt;/a&gt; aka Make Room For Daddy (351 episodes), 2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_simpsons"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/a&gt; (ca. 420 episodes and still going!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-663655911734595846?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/663655911734595846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=663655911734595846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/663655911734595846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/663655911734595846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/battle-of-sexes.html' title='Battle of the Sexes'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJxcTsk39AI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e8IyBPjUuIk/s72-c/norm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-124989426355079866</id><published>2008-08-07T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:47:16.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, it's a gas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJr5ZhVphGI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZShX6XG84Ak/s1600-h/payday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJr5ZhVphGI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZShX6XG84Ak/s320/payday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231768133985469538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Pink Floyd almost had it right.  They should have said, "Money, goes to gas."  Holy crap I can't believe how much our household expenses have gone up.  My wife and I have a few dollars remaining to last us the day and then her check is deposited tonight at midnight.  Payday couldn't come soon enough.  Gas and milk both cost $4.  Produce is through the roof. We don't eat meat (just fish sometimes... I am rethinking that in light of &lt;a href="http://ancientpilgrim.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/animal-theology/"&gt;animal theology&lt;/a&gt;) so that helps, but healthy food (organic, free-trade, etc.) seems to have gone up the most.  Oh well, I am just happy I can open my fridge and know that there will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; in there I can eat.  Of course, it might just be a &lt;a href="http://www.lightlife.com/product_detail.jsp?p=smartdogjumbos"&gt;SmartDog&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a href="http://www.enutritionshop.com/index.asp"&gt;SlimFast shake&lt;/a&gt;, but it is more than a lot of people get... and for that, I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-124989426355079866?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/124989426355079866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=124989426355079866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/124989426355079866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/124989426355079866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-its-gas.html' title='Money, it&apos;s a gas'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJr5ZhVphGI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZShX6XG84Ak/s72-c/payday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8214028847236272193</id><published>2008-08-06T09:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:42:19.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Belay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJmzAEpvEJI/AAAAAAAAADc/r5MTzwQ99c0/s1600-h/dynamic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJmzAEpvEJI/AAAAAAAAADc/r5MTzwQ99c0/s200/dynamic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231409255997706386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have ever worked at a ropes course or gone rock-climbing, you know what that phrase means.  For those who haven't, there are two options for ropes courses.  One is static and the other is dynamic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJmyj4dV-gI/AAAAAAAAADM/W1A3qesDIPo/s200/static.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231408771688167938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Static (left) means that each person in the air is attached with a short tether to the belay cable or anchor point.  The participant/climber removes, attaches, and secures themselves as they move through the course and is only able to move along the lines of the course and the length of their tether (6-8 feet usually).  They are on their own for the most part and this is usually the safest option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dynamic (right) means that for each person in the air there is a facilitator on the ground holding their rope (the belayer).  Thus, dynamic courses require a dependence on another person.  They also offer more freedom of movement (side to side, up and down, etc.) for the participant/climber yet are inherently more dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Static courses are easy and usually don't get a lot of people who want to do them again and again.  They are for beginners.  The are great for getting some one over their fear of heights and for establishing certain principles and ideas in climbing.  Dynamic courses are the most fun. They offer scary moments even for the most seasoned participants.  They have the element of mystery attached to them as every movement can lead to a different path than before.  You can swing your self around an obstacle instead of having to trudge the same path as every other person has done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith is supposed to be dynamic.  We aren't supposed to know every step of the way.  There are supposed to be constant questions and multiple options.  It's supposed to be scary.  It's supposed to be fun.  A static faith is the one filled with expectations and responsibilities.  A dynamic faith moves past those into freedom.  Granted, that freedom should not lead us to detach ourselves from the rope and the one it is connected to.  It should not cause us to abuse the person holding the rope by jumping off at random points and expecting them to always save us.  We must respect, honor, and cherish the one who takes upon themselves the responsibility and care for us.  But we also get to trust that person and swing and change direction and free fall and experience the freedom that comes with dynamic faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible is a dynamic book.  Anyone who reduces it to "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;asic &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nstructions &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;eaving &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;arth" cheapens the danger that lies within.  They abandon the freedom it represents.  And worst of all, they limit its truths to that which is contained between the covers.  They do not allow the experiences of others to shape how we view the narratives (which are just written experiences) within.  The Bible, in a sense, is still being written.  It is living and active and remains so as long as we continue to live it and allow it to live through us.  As we activate it and we contribute to the story, the Bible continues to grow and become more and more relevant to us and the world in which we live.  Those who limit it or claim to understand it or cheapen it to a list of "do's and don'ts" make this dynamic book static.  It will only ever take them 6-8 feet. Those who strive to let it be dynamic will get to experience the wonder and terror of this incredible narrative.  And our stories will continue that narrative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line, the Bible is not the course.  It is not the belayer.  It is simply the rope.  The course is our story and the limit we place on the rope will limit our experiences.  The belayer is Christ. And we are the precious ones whom he chooses to attach himself to.  He does it to save us, to free us, and to watch with joy as we swing through the trees.  I pray I move more towards that dynamic faith.  I pray I view the Bible as active.  I pray the static mindset I (and the church in general) have clung to is shattered and adventure comes in its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8214028847236272193?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8214028847236272193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8214028847236272193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8214028847236272193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8214028847236272193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-belay.html' title='On Belay!'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJmzAEpvEJI/AAAAAAAAADc/r5MTzwQ99c0/s72-c/dynamic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-813178091993781599</id><published>2008-08-05T08:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:41:00.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJhQE-9jjrI/AAAAAAAAADE/iAGtDS8LEVk/s1600-h/incarnational_living.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJhQE-9jjrI/AAAAAAAAADE/iAGtDS8LEVk/s320/incarnational_living.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231019013741711026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday in the mail, I received a newsletter from an old friend.  &lt;a href="http://www.artsci.uc.edu/communication/faculty/facDetails.cfm?username=griffine"&gt;This guy&lt;/a&gt; is a key figure in my spiritual development.  I was in a Bible study that met at his house on Sunday evenings for about 3 1/2 years.  Not only that, I took his class, worked out with him a few times a week, and spent one on one time with him regularly.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember one day, he came to my apartment and said that we were cleaning my car.  I used to be pretty messy.  Not that I am the picture of tidiness now, but I do my share of chores (reluctantly) and generally keep things in decent order today.  Back then it was a different story and for over two hours we cleaned my car.  Mind you, this was a &lt;a href="http://www.motortrader.com.my/NUS/articles/0/article_330/lastpic.jpg"&gt;1986 Mazda 323&lt;/a&gt; so it wasn't a very big car and it took us two hours to clean it.  I was delivering pizza at the time and my car was disgusting.  Evan's point wasn't for me to have a clean car.  His point was that, as a grown up... a "man of God" if you will..., I needed to start being responsible.  I needed to put myself in a position where I could have credibility when representing Jesus.  If I was to impact the world, I had to be in the world AND I had to be some one the world would listen to.  The world I was trying to reach probably wouldn't pay attention to some one who kept 3 week old pizza under their passenger seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan practiced incarnational ministry.  Although he is a fantastic teacher with a lot of head knowledge, he knows that life-on-life interaction is what really shapes some one else.  The ministry he runs at the University of Cincinnati is the &lt;a href="http://www.cincynavs.com/"&gt;Navigators&lt;/a&gt;.  They value discipleship over big programming.  Don't get me wrong, they run meetings and events for people to come check them out, but those are not the focus and certainly NOT where the leaders and staff spend the majority of their time.  It is in meeting with individuals and small groups.  &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=84943285"&gt;Iron sharpening iron as proverbs tells it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan shared an example with me once and it has stuck (and sticking to it has caused friction for me in ministries that don't have an easy time getting past the big meetings).  This is the new math.  If you take a preacher who runs around and converts 1,000 people a year and compare him/her to a "&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt;" who converts 1 person a year but then teaches that person to do the same thing with 1 person the next year (then the two of them do the same thing the next year... etc.), the numbers are astounding.  After 5 years: the preacher has 5,001 (including themselves) and the &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt; has 32.  The preacher is kicking some ass!  After 10: preacher = 10,001 and &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt; = 1,024 (didn't the preacher have that after 1 year??  Sheesh, what is this person doing??).  After 15: preacher = 15,001 and &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt; = 32,768.  What the hell just happened?  The &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt; has now impacted double what the preacher has impacted.  The &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt; might not be as famous, but he/she is having a far deeper impact on the world.  Incidentally, after 30 years the preacher has reached 30,001 while the &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipler&lt;/a&gt; has reached over 5 billion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know that is an extreme example.  There are very few "preachers" out there who don't desire their converts to go off and  share the gospel with others.  But where are we putting the majority of our time?  Is it in preaching or &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,891299,00.html"&gt;discipling&lt;/a&gt;?  The latter cannot happen in large group meetings.  It is in one on one, small groups, life-on-life, iron sharpening iron, etc.  My friend taught me that and his recent newsletter reminded me of it in a powerful way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-813178091993781599?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/813178091993781599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=813178091993781599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/813178091993781599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/813178091993781599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-math.html' title='New Math'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJhQE-9jjrI/AAAAAAAAADE/iAGtDS8LEVk/s72-c/incarnational_living.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-6370090024890360458</id><published>2008-08-04T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:42:50.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJcMwmGsXYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uHrxp9jiYTY/s1600-h/6a00d8341ed86553ef00e54f35d8618834-640wi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJcMwmGsXYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uHrxp9jiYTY/s320/6a00d8341ed86553ef00e54f35d8618834-640wi.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230663521215995266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get so bothered by people who claim to be pro-life but really aren't.  Being in favor of life must mean ALL life.  Not just innocent babies.  Not just those who cannot make life and death decisions on their own.  ALL life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the list of things anyone who call themselves pro-life must care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bortion&lt;/span&gt;: I do believe this is an important issue.  I would love to see no more abortions happen in the world.  The problem is that just passing laws or overturning cases from the 70s isn't going to solve the problem.  Did you know that at least 200,000 abortions occur in the U.S. every year because the women have no financial options that they know of?  If they had childcare options, medical benefits, a living wage, etc., there would be 200,000 new lives walking among us each year.  If you care about abortion, you better start caring about women's financial situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;: For the first 400 years of Christianity, violence and force were completely forbidden... even in cases of defense of others and self.  This changed when the Church and Rome became partners.  Some argue that it had to.  That's fine.  But taking a life is still taking a life and is always wrong... it just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; (and I use "might" very loosely) not be as wrong in some situations as others.  Did you know that even during the Crusades, one of the bloodiest legacies of Western Christianity, when a soldier killed an "infidel" (better known as a Muslim today) they were still required to do penance?  Even the thing for which they received an indulgence for was considered wrong... just not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AS &lt;/span&gt;wrong as letting the Holy Land go.  While I disagree with the priorities, it should still be noted that the taking of a life is always considered wrong and should only be done in the rarest of cases (if at all!).  War should never be entered into by a Christian in my opinion.  I know there is theology out there that disagrees with me.  I also know that my belief has more biblical support.  Either way, even if war is permitted in certain circumstances, Christians must carefully look at the situation.  We tend not to.  It is interesting to me that many of those who supported the Iraq War in the beginning were also vehemently pro-life.  Yet, despite every major Christian denomination (except for Southern Baptists) saying it did not meet just war requirements, they turned a deaf ear and showed they aren't as concerned with some lives as others.  Incidentally, since I started this blog we have spent over $3 billion on the War in Iraq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Penalty&lt;/span&gt;: It is completely unnecessary in most of the world today.  We can keep some one in prison without parole for the rest of their lives if they are truly a threat to society.  Those who seem to favor the death penalty say that those people are guilty.  Aren't we all?  Don't we all deserve the "wages of sin"?  These are human lives and we are just willing to take them if a jury finds them guilty.  Look up how many innocent people that have been executed and later shown to be innocent.  The number will make you sick to your stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stem-Cell Research&lt;/span&gt;: This is a somewhat difficult one for me.  I want to value these human lives.  But what if they are already dead?  Should they be allowed to be used for possible life saving research?  Would that open the door to the manufacturing and killing of these lives?  I would hope not.  It is such a slippery slope.  I would consider myself against the harvesting of living cells from a living being that will die because of it.  I would not be opposed to taking cells from a being who had already died.  But as I think abortions should end (and combatting poverty and the other root causes will be much more effective that criminalization), this issue becomes increasingly difficult because it would lead to manufacturing these embryos and then destroying them.  We should also care about finding cures to disease.  How do we balance the two?  This one requires deep reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Euthanasia&lt;/span&gt;: Does some one have the right to decide when their own life should end?  Does some one else have the right to help them in their decision?  Legally... I have to say yes.  Morally, I trust God and His timing.  Of course, I am not in a position of experiencing excruciating pain on a daily basis.  I think one way of lessening the need for euthanasia is for the younger generations to start caring for their elders again instead of dumping them in nursing homes.  Even through pain, if family were present everyday and caring for them, pain is easier to manage.  I think euthanasia has a root cause in loneliness and fear of being a burden (this is why most of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Kevorkian"&gt;Dr. Kevorkian's&lt;/a&gt; patients have been women... they fear being a burden far more than men do according to most studies).  If the family can eliminate the burden fear and the loneliness, euthanasia will decline dramatically as a desired procedure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health Care&lt;/span&gt;: If we really care about life, we would be willing to sacrifice time and convenience to protect it.  Free-market solutions to the staggering health care problem are NOT the answer.  All they do is say "you are on your own" to millions of Americans.  We fear having to depend on each other.  It is the "American" in us.  We are fiercely independent creatures and it is wrong.  We must ensure that ALL people (beginning here at home and moving outward) have the same access to medical care as the wealthiest currently do.  It is simply anti-life to be anti-health care for all people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have sounded harsh, but the time for change is now.  I am sick and tired of being lumped in with anti-abortion zealots who want to arrest women in poverty for exercising the only choice they think they have while the same people cheer as we drop bombs on Iraq and scream foul when the government wants to intervene on behalf of its own citizens' rights to Life by universalizing health care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-6370090024890360458?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/6370090024890360458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=6370090024890360458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6370090024890360458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/6370090024890360458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-to-life.html' title='Right to Life'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJcMwmGsXYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uHrxp9jiYTY/s72-c/6a00d8341ed86553ef00e54f35d8618834-640wi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1274507516088416671</id><published>2008-07-31T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:15:41.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School's out for... summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJJxbr9bGAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bp-Pkc4ycSk/s1600-h/WB8188Alice-Cooper-Schools-Out-Post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJJxbr9bGAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bp-Pkc4ycSk/s320/WB8188Alice-Cooper-Schools-Out-Post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229366837801326594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, no more whining about how many classes I am taking and all the reading and writing I have to do (well, just that my hand actually cramped during my second final yesterday and I had to go run it under cold water so that I could finish the essay... I am pretty sure I ended up with an A in all my classes).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can read whatever I want to read.  I can actually go to bed at night.  I can spend time with my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220-h/100_1301.JPG"&gt;wife and dog&lt;/a&gt;.  Here are some of my planned reads.  I want to finish &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Communities-Violence-David-Nirenberg/dp/069105889X"&gt;Communities of Violence&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sanctorum-Communio-Theological-Sociology-Bonhoeffer/dp/0800683013/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217554504&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Sanctorum Communio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;.  I am trying to get a little ahead for the fall so I am re-reading the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Iliad-Odyssey-boxed-set-Homer/dp/0147712556/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217554610&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illiad and the Odyssey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt; reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lysistrata-Aristophanes/dp/1420926438/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217555281&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Lysistrata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Euripides-Bacchae-Duckworth-Companions-Tragedy/dp/0715634305/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217555224&amp;amp;sr=1-15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bacchae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Trials-Socrates-Six-Classic-Texts/dp/0872205894/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217554718&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Trials of Socrates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the other books that I have enjoyed this summer have been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shack-William-P-Young/dp/0964729237/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217555714&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Not-Religious-Type-Confessions-Turncoat/dp/141431583X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217555599&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Not the Religious Type&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-President-Politics-Ordinary-Radicals/dp/0310278422/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217555763&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Jesus for President&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.  The plan for the next 3 1/2 weeks is to work a little, read some, sleep a lot, and visit the in-laws in &lt;a href="http://www.durango.org/"&gt;Colorado&lt;/a&gt;.  I have been pining for this time since April and it is finally here.  Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1274507516088416671?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1274507516088416671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1274507516088416671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1274507516088416671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1274507516088416671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-schools-out-for-summer.html' title='Summer School&apos;s out for... summer?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SJJxbr9bGAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bp-Pkc4ycSk/s72-c/WB8188Alice-Cooper-Schools-Out-Post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-4797082549171825352</id><published>2008-07-29T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:46:20.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The book is always better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI_Ht9Dv_cI/AAAAAAAAACs/jbgV1i5L_QQ/s1600-h/young+voldermort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI_Ht9Dv_cI/AAAAAAAAACs/jbgV1i5L_QQ/s320/young+voldermort.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228617284698766786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is.  I have never seen a movie that has beaten the book (provided that I had read the book). But there are still movies, based on books / adapted from books / etc., that are really good.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Peter Jackson's &lt;a href="http://www.lordoftherings.net/"&gt;Lord of the Rings Trilogy&lt;/a&gt; for example.  The books are incredible.  They arguably make up the greatest trilogy of all time when it comes to books (if you can think of a better trilogy... well, The Hobbit should count in this as well... let me know).  But the movies were fantastic.  Did they omit things?  Of course!  There is no way they could have fit everything in (I missed Tom Bombadil and the scourging of the Shire should never have been cut).  Did they add things or dwell on things more than Tolkien did?  Yep, and they were criticized for it.  But the movies still were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the Harry Potter movies have not come close to an "LTR" standard so far.  Chris Columbus did great with what he had for the first two.  The movies were still a gamble and they were doing two at once.  He had 2 advantages over all the subsequent movies however.  1) The first two books were short so it is easier to fit things in (even though they still left out, what I thought was, vital information).  2) Two words: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001321/"&gt;Richard Harris&lt;/a&gt;.  He IS Dumbledore.  Seriously, when I read the books, I actually pictured Richard Harris.  He played him perfectly (wise, foreboding, humorous, low-key, intimidating, eye that seem to see into your soul yet they always find something they like).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next few movies saw a change in feel.  The replacement Dumbledore was (to borrow from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-7gpgXNWYI"&gt;Lloyd Bentsen&lt;/a&gt;) no Richard Harris.  Now, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002091/"&gt;Michael Gambon&lt;/a&gt; is a fine actor (Open Range, Life Aquatic, The Good Shepherd), but from the very first scene he seemed to veer so far from Richard Harris' portrayal that Dumbledore was not recognizable.  He seemed to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freak out&lt;/span&gt;.  He was jumpy.  He was creepy to some extent.  He just seemed to overact a little.  But again, I am comparing him to Richard Harris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3rd-5th movies have been... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.  The problem is there has not been much consistency in the look and feel (I know, the books got darker so the movies did too, but the simple geography of Hogwarts was different in each movie... where exactly are the Whomping Willow and Hagrid's house?) and they have left out soooo many important facts that there is bound to be confusion in the movies drawn from the last two books (which, I guess is going to consist of 3 movies... 7 books / 8 movies... okay, but the 6th book should be the one with 2 movies... how much camping can they include from book 7... lol).  Yes, the books got much, much longer.  Yes, it is impossible to include everything (they tried to include a lot of extra stuff in the 5th through the floating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Prophet&lt;/span&gt; headlines... decent effort).  But, the movies will never be able to do what the books can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that being said, I am excited for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince &lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/movie/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince/27063/main"&gt;(watch the trailer!)&lt;/a&gt;.  This was such a good book.  For those who don't know (and I don't know how you couldn't at this point) the ending is unexpected (well, it was for those of us who aren't total nerds and sit around and analyzed every little thing in every book so as to predict what is going to happen... I just don't see the fun in that.  These are the same people who try to find where their parents hide the Christmas presents).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, two things: 1) the picture above is of Dumbledore meeting Tom Riddle (aka&gt;Voldemort) for the first time when Tom was a child in an orphanage.  Dumbledore is giving him the news of his identity and that he will be attending Hogwarts.  There is a sense that this kid is severely disturbed even at that time, and 2) the trailer was available at 9pm tonight... I have two exams to study for and a paper to write, yet this post will be up before 10pm.  I had to watch the trailer 3 times and write this post or it would have been up sooner.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-4797082549171825352?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/4797082549171825352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=4797082549171825352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4797082549171825352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/4797082549171825352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-is-always-better.html' title='The book is always better...'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI_Ht9Dv_cI/AAAAAAAAACs/jbgV1i5L_QQ/s72-c/young+voldermort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-9007035272123764547</id><published>2008-07-29T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:05:40.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend Over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI9MIswNLcI/AAAAAAAAACc/YA-kmwP43Bw/s1600-h/bend+over!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI9MIswNLcI/AAAAAAAAACc/YA-kmwP43Bw/s200/bend+over!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228481404736449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have yet to be subjected to a prostate exam, but I know I would not want &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddy_Krueger"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; to perform it (or the guy to the left... creepy).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do have my final exams for Summer B tomorrow.  Today is going to be spent with my nose in a bunch of books and outlining essays and terms for my tests.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to write an in depth essay on the development of political parties in the U.S.  You know, starting with Federalists (those supporting the adoption of the Constitution) and Anti-Federalists (those against the adoption of the Constitution and supporting the revision of the Articles of Confederation) and moving into the Federalists and the Democratic-Republicans (or Jeffersonians) and up to the death of the Federalist party.  Sounds like fun, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have to be prepared to discuss the establishment of Israel as a state and it's effect on Palestinians and the area as a whole.  Also, the development of Iran and Saudi Arabia as states and their current governmental structures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Further, I am finishing a paper on women's ordination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention all of this is tomorrow?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have not waited til the last minute.  I have been working on all of these things for a couple of weeks, but we are now in crunch time.  So what the heck am I doing on this blog??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-9007035272123764547?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/9007035272123764547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=9007035272123764547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/9007035272123764547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/9007035272123764547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/bend-over.html' title='Bend Over!!'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI9MIswNLcI/AAAAAAAAACc/YA-kmwP43Bw/s72-c/bend+over!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5044916809515553962</id><published>2008-07-28T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:28:16.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my neighbor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI4PsMU28pI/AAAAAAAAACU/x2obx7pyhUY/s1600-h/030503+Mister+Rogers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI4PsMU28pI/AAAAAAAAACU/x2obx7pyhUY/s320/030503+Mister+Rogers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133469321097874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE!  It's funny, when Jesus is asked this question in &lt;a href="http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=84268865"&gt;Luke 10&lt;/a&gt;, He tells the story of the "Good Samaritan".  If you don't know the story, I highly recommend reading it.  The gist is that a man is robbed, beaten, and left for dead along the side of the road.  Two religious leaders pass by and refuse to help (they had more important things to do).  The one who helps the man is a Samaritan, a people thought to be dirty and misled spiritually.  He not only gets him to some one who can provide medical care, but he pays for the care and comes back later to check on the man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story was shocking to those Jesus spoke to for they had never thought of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samaritan&lt;/span&gt; as living out ideals that should be aspired to.  But this is the ideal.  We are called to cast off any differences and divisions and truly seek the benefit of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/07/28/mf.mrrogers.neighbor/index.html"&gt;Mister Rogers&lt;/a&gt; is a perfect example of this for modern day America.  He let go of differences and disagreements and told people that God loved them just as they were and that he did too.  He met people with love and injustice with strong opposition.  Literally, our country has been forever changed because of the influence of this meek &lt;a href="http://www.pcusa.org/"&gt;Presbyterian&lt;/a&gt; (WOOT!) minister.  I loved his show as a child, but it's been as I've grown up (barely) that I've seen the amazing impact he had and how his example, if followed by more people, could change the world we live in today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds trivial, but today I pray that I can be more like Fred Rogers.  I never thought I would aspire to be like some one from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06232/714831-66.stm"&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of all places.  Kind of like Samaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5044916809515553962?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5044916809515553962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5044916809515553962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5044916809515553962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5044916809515553962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-is-my-neighbor.html' title='Who is my neighbor?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI4PsMU28pI/AAAAAAAAACU/x2obx7pyhUY/s72-c/030503+Mister+Rogers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5739989211758697287</id><published>2008-07-27T22:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:24:56.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The times they aren't a changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI0qgBNXl5I/AAAAAAAAACM/lxeK5xYKgfw/s1600-h/art.turkey.blast.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SI0qgBNXl5I/AAAAAAAAACM/lxeK5xYKgfw/s320/art.turkey.blast.ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227881472015701906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The recent &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/07/27/turkey.violence/index.html"&gt;explosion in Istanbul&lt;/a&gt;  just shows further that the human race continues to kill itself.  Sure, our overall population is growing (perhaps too fast but that is for another post), but we keep killing each other for selfish and ultimately meaningless reasons.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey has been the location of a number of crimes against humanity.  The Armenian genocide in 1915 is a major event (that the government of Turkey still denies by the way).  The denial of a Kurdish homeland (this also falls on Iraq and others in the area) is another issue.  "Turk is for the Turks!" was the cry of the CPU (Young Turks) and now this state based on racist principles wants entry into the European Union.  Should they get it?  I don't know.  It would help their economy (which I am for), but it would continue the oppression of the Kurds and give credence to denials of the holocaust against the Armenians.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no easy answer to any of this.  Will fighting against these terrorist acts eventually cause them to end?  That question can be broadened to ask... can violence end violence?  I think Jesus gives us a harder, yet more successful way.  Loving our enemies.  Serving those who would seek to destroy us.  Putting our needs and desires second to those of others (especially those who hate us).  These are the ways that will, in the short run get you and me killed, but in the long run allow our children (or the generations after us for those who don't and won't have children) to have a better chance at lasting peace.  Martin Luther King Jr., Ghandi, Jesus... all of these men knew that they needed to change people's hearts, not their actions, if there was to be real change.  A gun will only change behavior for as long as the gun is loaded and pointed (which is why we will NEVER "win" in Iraq), but a changed heart has the potential for eternal change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Turkey realizes and admits its past mistakes, atrocities, oppressions, etc. and opens up opportunities for forgiveness and healing.  Then the country can come together.  Then, they will be ready to join the EU.  This attack (though they don't know who perpetrated it yet) is just a symptom of the underlying issue of pride.  Remember, God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.  National pride is still pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5739989211758697287?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5739989211758697287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5739989211758697287&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1277189451747433411</id><published>2008-07-26T19:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:02:45.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIuy_hMrSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/yr0K4sbeTTI/s1600-h/key_art_arrested_development.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIuy_hMrSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/yr0K4sbeTTI/s200/key_art_arrested_development.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227468596806634098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, despite what my friend &lt;a href="http://www.ylcentreco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt; might think, the best under-appreciated show of all time was not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IexEQQitTmg"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrested Development &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/arrested-development"&gt;(watch it here)&lt;/a&gt;.  My wife and I love it so much we bought all three seasons on DVD and watch episodes regularly, laughing uncontrollably as if we've never seen them before.  The show was absolutely perfect, won tons of emmys, and was watched by so few people that it was eventually cancelled (although Fox knew how good the show was so they allowed them to end the series).  The problem was, we never even discovered this amazing show until the middle of the last season.  I regret missing this show.  Not that my one TV set (that is nowhere on the Nielsen Ratings List) could have possibly saved it, but I still wish I could have done my part.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of those who don't stand up for what they believe in (I am very often included in this group).  The thinking is that their one vote/action/presence/etc. will not have enough of an effect to really make a difference.  I have a professor who missed our midterm exam this past spring.  When announcing this to the class, he told us where he was going.  He emphatically stated that he would be in &lt;a href="http://www.publictheologian.com/blog/_archives/2008/3/11/3574810.html"&gt;Washington D.C. getting arrested&lt;/a&gt;.  Needless to say we were a little shocked and curious.  He informed us that he goes every year to protest the unjust war in Iraq and that his group plans on participating in civil disobedience to get arrested so that they can have a voice when the media covers their arrest.  This past year, it was pouring down rain so only the really committed participated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did their actions end the war?  Not yet.  But does that mean we shouldn't do whatever is in our power to do what is right?  No.  We will be held accountable for the things we did AND those we didn't do.  Next year I plan to be in D.C. and getting arrested (my first time).  Will it accomplish anything?  Who knows.  Maybe it won't even be necessary.  Maybe President Obama will have withdrawn all of our troops and ended America's attempted colonization of Iraq by then.  If not, I hope he will see the commitment of some in this country to ending this war that doesn't even come close to meeting Augustine or Aquinas' just war requirements.  I don't want to have any regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, since I started this blog, the U.S. has spent over 1 billion dollars on the war in Iraq.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1277189451747433411?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIuy_hMrSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/yr0K4sbeTTI/s72-c/key_art_arrested_development.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-192241762209377046</id><published>2008-07-25T08:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:55:59.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish are friends, not food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SInEAgfu8_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8ky7CYGD1iM/s1600-h/100-faf_flyer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SInEAgfu8_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8ky7CYGD1iM/s320/100-faf_flyer.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226924355542250482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SInCwAUeqBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7ABmiMTyOk4/s1600-h/n25108232_32940520_2300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SInCwAUeqBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7ABmiMTyOk4/s200/n25108232_32940520_2300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226922972515575826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine wrote a piece on "&lt;a href="http://ancientpilgrim.wordpress.com/2008/07/27/animal-theology/"&gt;Animal Theology&lt;/a&gt;" that I thought was too good not to share.  It is a bit long but worth the read if you are some one interested in being challenged.  Have fun with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-192241762209377046?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/192241762209377046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=192241762209377046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/192241762209377046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/192241762209377046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/fish-are-friends-not-food.html' title='Fish are friends, not food'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SInEAgfu8_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8ky7CYGD1iM/s72-c/100-faf_flyer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1324477507183147854</id><published>2008-07-24T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:28:46.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIjztH2p2fI/AAAAAAAAABs/JuiKVF2uWK4/s1600-h/my+album+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIjztH2p2fI/AAAAAAAAABs/JuiKVF2uWK4/s200/my+album+cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226695324091406834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with my last post where I referenced &lt;a href="http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-again.html"&gt;Stalin&lt;/a&gt;.  I have a paper to write, two finals to study for, a dinner engagement to get ready for, and a dog to take to the park, but I found this to be a worthy distraction.  Here's what you do (I totally stole this from &lt;a href="http://davidswatersedge.blogspot.com/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The first random article title you get is the name of your band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go to Random Quotations: &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The last four words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Go to flickr's "explore the last seven days" at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The 3rd picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viola!  You have your first album.  Now you just have to write some songs, record them, mix them, and find a distributor and you can be a rock star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my band's, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braided Hopf algebra&lt;/span&gt;, first album &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be a good idea&lt;/span&gt;.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1324477507183147854?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1324477507183147854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1324477507183147854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1324477507183147854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1324477507183147854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/stalling.html' title='Stalling'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIjztH2p2fI/AAAAAAAAABs/JuiKVF2uWK4/s72-c/my+album+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-1980513020741832104</id><published>2008-07-24T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:00:08.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Never again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIiiqa7v3hI/AAAAAAAAABk/w1n3V8sAqH8/s1600-h/Barack%2520Obama%2520is%2520not%2520superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIiiqa7v3hI/AAAAAAAAABk/w1n3V8sAqH8/s200/Barack%2520Obama%2520is%2520not%2520superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226606217231588882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Okay, here's the deal.  The U.S. has NEVER been very good at stopping genocide.  Everyone likes to bring up WWII and show how we beat Hitler and stopped the horrors of the holocaust.  True, our military was the key to victory in Europe.  The British and the Russians would have been overrun if we hadn't joined in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    But, we forget whose side we took.  &lt;a href="http://freedomspeace.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-many-did-stalin-really-murder.html"&gt;Stalin&lt;/a&gt; is probably the most murderous dictator of all time and clearly is of the 20th Century.  Before we ever really knew what was happening to the Jews in Germany and Eastern Europe (which is another one of the greatest horrors in human history... please don't misunderstand me on that), we knew massive amounts of people were being killed in Russia (Stalin was a rabid anti-Semite as well).  But we joined forces with him during WWII and we love to pat ourselves on the back for it.  Was Hitler evil... you bet!  Was Stalin just as evil if not more... you bet!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The point is that genocide has NEVER been our motivation to go to war.  Even the outcries over Spanish atrocities in Cuba in the 1890s did not cause America's entry into its first foreign intervention.  We saw the opportunity to kick one of the last colonial powers out of our side of the Atlantic and took it.  Read the speeches of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Imperialism-American-Viewpoints-Foreign-1898-1941/dp/0405020058/ref=sr_11_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1216915615&amp;amp;sr=11-1"&gt;William Jennings Bryan&lt;/a&gt; and you will see how humanitarian issues were presented in the beginning and it was quickly evident that the government had their own version of colonialism in mind (sounds familiar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    If we were so committed to stopping genocide in Iraq, why did we not invade in 1987-88 when Saddam was gassing the Kurds?  Because it was not in our "National Interest."  That is the true reason America ever goes to war.  So, for &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/07/23/mccain-camp-attacks-obama_n_114486.html"&gt;McCain's spokesman to insinuate that Obama doesn't really care about possible genocide in Iraq&lt;/a&gt; is a bit of the pot calling the kettle black (why do I feel like people won't like the use of that phrase in this election?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    When will America give up its Messiah Complex?  We are not, and never will be, the answer to the world's problems.  Why, because we are selfish bastards just like everyone else.  I do hope that Obama was right in his speech at the &lt;a href="http://www.yadvashem.org/"&gt;Holocaust Museum&lt;/a&gt; when he said, "Never again."  The only thing I see a problem with is that America cannot be the only one committed to that for it to be true.  We also must really mean it and not only intervene when it is in line with our "National Interest."  Can anyone say Rwanda or Sudan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-1980513020741832104?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/1980513020741832104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=1980513020741832104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1980513020741832104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/1980513020741832104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-again.html' title='&quot;Never again.&quot;'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIiiqa7v3hI/AAAAAAAAABk/w1n3V8sAqH8/s72-c/Barack%2520Obama%2520is%2520not%2520superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-5711571119170143170</id><published>2008-07-23T13:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:33:00.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Germans looooovvvvveeeee.... Obama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIdppC9YRHI/AAAAAAAAABc/XkYaqeVKqRw/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIdppC9YRHI/AAAAAAAAABc/XkYaqeVKqRw/s200/obama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226262046476616818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIdphQlpJMI/AAAAAAAAABU/RvP8gO2yz4s/s1600-h/hasselhoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIdphQlpJMI/AAAAAAAAABU/RvP8gO2yz4s/s200/hasselhoff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226261912696202434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/06/germanys-got-a-crush-on-obama/"&gt;Obama &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/06/germanys-got-a-crush-on-obama/"&gt;is &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/06/germanys-got-a-crush-on-obama/"&gt;the &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/06/germanys-got-a-crush-on-obama/"&gt;new &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/06/germanys-got-a-crush-on-obama/"&gt;Hasselhoff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    That's right folks, Germans love Obama.  SNL needs to bring back Norm Macdonald for his comedy is en vogue once again (minus all the OJ jokes of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    They say that 70% of Germans favor Obama while only 10% support McCain.  So, we also know that Germans can't count.  I guess this is a story... well, since Germans have no say in the election of an American President was it really necessary for my (much loved) NPR to be infected with this type of "Inside Edition" story?  Well, since the American people don't really have the final say in the election of our President either (thank you Electoral College and the Supreme Court), maybe we do need to know how the Germans feel.  That way the Electorates in each state will know how to cast their vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-5711571119170143170?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/5711571119170143170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=5711571119170143170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5711571119170143170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/5711571119170143170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/germans-looooovvvvveeeee-obama.html' title='The Germans looooovvvvveeeee.... Obama?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIdppC9YRHI/AAAAAAAAABc/XkYaqeVKqRw/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-8062807664229119911</id><published>2008-07-22T22:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:32:52.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priestette and Pastorette?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIajGOZPzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/Om_Y2Fe34sA/s1600-h/smurfette.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIajGOZPzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/Om_Y2Fe34sA/s200/smurfette.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226043744948571842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Did you know that it was the evil Gargamel who created Smurfette? His plan was to send this beautiful (and easily manipulated) creature into the midst of the hated smurfs and follow her to find their secret village.  It worked too.  She led evil straight into the smurf village under the guise of friendship and acceptance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Sounds a little too familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Isn't this exactly the claim of those who would oppose the ordination of women?  Don't they think that it would be introducing an evil element into a sacred office?  I am not saying they would think women are "evil" per se, but the fear is that the wrong gender can contaminate the holy role of the priest/pastor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    As it turns out, Smurfette ends up saving the entire village from Gargamel.  And her unique perspective on the "evil one" adds a whole new level of protection for the smurfs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The Church desperately needs this new perspective right now.  For too long we have limited ourselves.  For too long we have only been half complete.  Now is the time to break away from this trammel.  I am so glad to be a member of a denomination (PCUSA) that celebrates fullness in our ordained ministers and elders and deacons.  I congratulate the Episcopal and Anglican churches for their recent (within the last 20 years all the way up to a few weeks ago) steps forward.  There are many other Christian churches that celebrate the fact that, "The same Spirit... calls women and men to all ministries of the Church" (Book of Confessions 10.4) like the UCC, UMC, etc.  I pray for my brothers and sisters of the SBC, RCC, EO (Russian, Greek, etc.) that they may one day experience the fullness of what their clergy could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Let us not limit what God can do through those who are not male.  Better yet, let's not define people by what they aren't, but let's know them by what they offer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I'd like to end with this poem by Frances Croake Frank:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did the woman say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she held him for the first time in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       of a stable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the pain and the bleeding and the crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is my body, this is my blood"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did the woman say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she held him for the last time in the dark rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       on a hilltop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the pain and the bleeding and the dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is my body, this is my blood"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, that she said it to him then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For dry old men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      brocaded robes belying barrenness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordain that she not say it for him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-8062807664229119911?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/8062807664229119911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=8062807664229119911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8062807664229119911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/8062807664229119911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/priestette-and-pastorette.html' title='Priestette and Pastorette?'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIajGOZPzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/Om_Y2Fe34sA/s72-c/smurfette.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166631077400449050.post-667523734552369657</id><published>2008-07-22T16:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:43:43.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/Nr61_N9rFQQ" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/Nr61_N9rFQQ"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I grew up in the '80s and the hair bands will always have somewhat of a hold on me.  Today's title comes from the group Ratt and their "hit" song "Round and Round."  While theirs is an attempt to focus on the positive ("love will find a way just give it time..."), I had to think negatively today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some one who experienced a level of abuse as a child, I know the dangers of perpetuating the cycle that is all too common.  Those who are abused have a much higher risk of becoming abusers.  So what happens to the person (or 1 entire group of people) who has been abused more than just about anyone else when they achieve a level of power? Just watch the video above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While i will acknowledge the fact that the Jewish people have been horribly persecuted and oppressed (Egyptians, Persians, Babylonians, Romans, Crusaders, Germans, etc.), it does not excuse their racial and religious oppression of the Palestinian people.  No wonder the U.S. is an ally, we seem to treat our prisoners of "war" with the same hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166631077400449050-667523734552369657?l=modern-ancient.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/feeds/667523734552369657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3166631077400449050&amp;postID=667523734552369657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/667523734552369657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166631077400449050/posts/default/667523734552369657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://modern-ancient.blogspot.com/2008/07/round-and-round_22.html' title='Round and Round'/><author><name>A Modern Ancient</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06236166025918312835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_C_4vkWbmx1Q/SIYVOHC7GQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aIsXtHT0J_M/S220/100_1301.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
