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Thursday, March 19, 2009

The 21st Century Shepherd

There can be no doubt that the advances in technology have changed the way the shepherd relates to his sheep. While the old methods remain valid, there can be no doubt that by leveraging technology the 21st century shepherd can guide his flock in ways he could not, even fifty years ago. I humbly offer this video as proof.



Okay... that may be a little unorthodox, and if you can stop laughing for a moment, here are a few observations.

1) In order for a flock comprised of sheep, who left to their own devices will simply mill about while they eat, sleep, and poop, to do anything spectacular, they must have a leader who is willing to see the big picture, that is, have vision

2) A shepherd must plan ahead, laying the proper groundwork suitable to that vision

3) A good shepherd places those under him who share his vision and do as he says

4) If there is not a proper flow from vision, to shepherd, to under-shepherds, to the flock, there is likely only chaos that appears complex, but in reality is anything but

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Christmas for the kids destroys Christmas

How many times can you recall hearing people say that Christmas is for the kids? What they mean is that Christmas holds the most meaning for them as they watch their kids open presents, the gifts that they worked so hard to provide. The glow in the child's eyes as he eagerly rips away the festive gift wrap. The wonder as he tries to piece together what treasure he is about to discover, trying to glimpse his trophy through the exposed tears in the paper. The excitement is palpable; intoxicating. Parents wait an entire year to see this kind of excitement and feel joy knowing that they are the cause. Their hard work has paid off; their child is happy. However, when this goal becomes the goal, while seemingly noble and selfless, it destroys Christmas for both parent and child.

This emphasis on the presents gives children the wrong idea. Even in a Christian home where the Christmas story is believed, and sometimes even talked about, in practice the story takes second chair to the gifts; at least in the mind of the child. Let's be honest, kids do not care about Bible stories. They care about those brightly wrapped gifts sitting under the tree. Children are the most accurate picture of the heart of men, uncorrupted by age and custom, greedy and self-centered in a purely raw way. By allowing this continued focus on gifts, even in light of "God's gift," we reenforce this greediness. Children learn by observation, therefore it is paramount that children observe correct behavior. Solomon writes, "Train up a child in the way he should go, Even when he is old he will not depart from it." (Proverbs 22:6) Customs a child learns through observation, whether explicitly taught or not, can and do imprint them for life. The child learns what Christmas is at an early age, and that expectation remains for his entire life. It may manifest in different ways, but the underlying structure is formed very early in life. The focus of the parents becomes the focus of the child. One of the reasons that God instituted custom was for teaching children. Moses writes, "And it shall be when your son asks you in time to come, saying, 'What is this?' then you shall say to him, 'With a powerful hand the LORD brought us out of Egypt, from the house of slavery." (Exodus 13:14) The focus in these traditions remains on God, prompting the child to inquire as to the meaning of the tradition. The focus in gift giving becomes the gift and the satisfaction of self. The child's focus is turned inward to himself rather than outward toward God. The result is that God is forgetten, as will soon be the gifts that brought such elation only moments before. The let-down of the aftermath leaves everyone worse than before, proving the depth of the vanity when the focus becomes the gift. At a recent Christmas party a child's parents relayed the cute story of their child on Christmas morning. Upon seeing the presents under the tree, he screamed in delight, "Santa brought Christmas!" When adults came later that day, he asked each one, "did you bring Christmas?" While certainly endearing, I fear this illustrates my point. The child, at a very early age, has already associated the meaning of Christmas with getting and giving presents. While the child cannot yet articulate the words or thoughts to convey the hollowness of the expression, he already displays the behavior of the vanity. The old toys, as wonderful as they are, leave him wanting more. The emphasis is not on the present itself even, but the act of getting a present. Once it has been had, in order to recreate the sensation, he must move on to new acquisitions, not for the sake of the object he wishes to acquire, but because he has been conditioned to relish the acquisition for acquisition's sake. Thus the beginning of a new little consumer.

The problem propagates from one generation to the next in a seemingly endless cycle. The consumer grows, each year the behavior reinforced, until the child reaches adulthood. Now being the adult, knowing that Christmas is for the kids, he starts the process all over of slowly molding his child into his own image. It's not that people do it consciously, trying to destroy their kids. It's what they have always known and have never stopped a moment to consider the why, as if the why were not important. I always dread going Christmas shopping, getting out among the crowds, the mindless throng of the intellectual wastelands. The adult Christmas consumers are angry, stressed out, and singular in their focus. They look forward to propagating their consumer philosophy, but despise having to go about the actions to make it happen. Just take a moment to look at peoples' faces in the malls, at the Walmart. They feel no joy. They are oppressed by the false sense of purpose demanded by their corrupt construct. The hopelessness apparent on their faces is the exact reflection of their souls as their futile attempts to regain that sensation they were conditioned to desire proves illusory, leaving them empty just like the child after Christmas morning is over, wracked by an inexplicable hollowness that they are still unable to articulate or understand. (See my thoughts from two years ago.) Glenn Beck recently told a story of how he wanted to do one Christmas all out, you know, for the kids. He and his wife went overboard, buying everything their children had wanted. At the end he said they all felt dirty, cheap. They had defiled Christmas but couldn't understand how. That is, until they realized what they had done by focusing on the presents, by making Christmas "about the kids." The problem is that most people never come to this point and are never able to put it into words, so they can never address the real problem. We try to recreate that sensation we had as children in our own children which leaves us feeling cheap, and the children feeling unfulfilled. The focus has shifted from God, to the children, to the gift, to the act of getting the gift.

The focus of Christmas is where the problem lies, and from where the solution comes. Jesus warned his disciples that they could not serve God and wealth, or literally, the personified master of wealth, Mammon. Yet, as Christians in the western world, where the pursuit of happiness has been corrupted to mean the pursuit of wealth (which promises happiness), our focus is difficult to maintain. We are bombarded through culture, media, and even language, to focus on wealth. If there were any general truth in the Bible more applicable to twenty-first century people, I cannot think of one. You cannot serve both God and Mammon. We, Western Christians, have exchanged the glory of God for the glory of the created. Our god is no longer the God of Abraham, the father of Jesus, the one reconciling the world to himself through the work of his son. No, our god is Mammon. Not by our profession of belief, but by the profession of our actions. This is a personal problem. This is a family problem. Our families need us. I'm not talking about your heathen in-laws. I'm talking about your Christian family. If we are not careful, we will inadvertently teach our children to worship at the altar of Mammon. We will create another generation of hypocrites who worship God with their mouths while their hearts are far from him, for their hearts belong to Mammon. It is the love of money that is the root of all (kinds of) evil. I cannot overemphasize the importance of our focus during Christmas. The enemy of Christmas that we hear from our Christian brothers every year, how they hate how materialistic the season has become, is not secular culture, the media, or the stores hawking their wares with festive jingles. No, the true enemy of Christmas is us, those who claim to know the truth, but practice a different truth in our lives. The focus must not be on the kids, lest we continue the cycle. The focus must be entirely on God. What does this look like? Spend those extra hours with your kids, those hours you would spend working overtime to buy your kids some useless piece of trash. Read the Christmas story to them every night for two weeks, each night focusing on a different aspect of the story. Spend time with them decorating, cooking, living life with them. Serve with them, helping them to find satisfaction and joy in serving others. Go to a soup kitchen, work with the unfortunate. But most importantly, spend that time showing them what presents never can, that Christmas is not about them, not about presents. Christmas is about God. Anything else is a shame and destroys Christmas.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Confused drunken strangers

I love Houston, some of the strangest things happen here. Take this last week for example. I'm walking to my car like I do every morning, running just a few minutes late, going about my normal morning trying to get to work. As I am getting into my front seat, I notice a middle-aged, slightly balding white man wearing a white tee shirt and denim jacket across the apartment parking lot. As I am lowering myself into the driver's seat, he yells out to me, "Hey!"

He approaches casually, not intimidating at all, asking which way the main street was. I told him it was just a little ways over there, pointing to the south. As he closes the distance, the first detail that I notice is the Catholic crucifix around his neck. Surely someone wearing a crucifix isn't going to jump me (refer to my previous encounters with strangers at my apartment, and at the gas station). Of course, remembering said events, the cynical side of me wonders if the ornament is merely a ploy to engender trust from his unsuspecting victims. I remain wary as he explains.

"Do you think you could give me a ride? My job's on the strip, I just got this job as a dish washer and I really need to get to work. My friends took me out drinking last night and I'm not sure where I'm at..."

I truthfully inform him that I am unfortunately going the other way, trying to sound noncommittal. However, trying to be helpful as best I can, I assure him how close he is to the street he seeks. I consider the time, and feeling sorry for him, I ask where this restaurant is.

"I can't remember the name of it..."

Okay, things are starting to get a little strange now. You have a new job, but you don't know the name of the place where you have your new job. Maybe he knows the basic area that it's in...

"I'm not sure, I can't remember."

At this point, even being guardedly helpful, there's not much I can do. He can't tell me where he works, or even the basic direction. I remain poised for just about anything at this point, wondering if he's about to spring on me now that the jig's up!

"My friends took me out drinking last night, so that's why I'm having a hard time."

I apologize and again assure him how close he is, as he walks away, confused but now on a mission, in the direction of his general destination, which was maybe a quarter mile south. I knew there were buses there, so maybe they could help him.

I genuinely felt bad for him. I'm not sure if he really was hung over (or maybe still drunk) and needed a ride to work, or if he was a drifter or nefarious character who sought to remove me from my belongings, or good health. I may never know if he just needed a ride, or if he was as shady as his story...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

There was a mouse in my house

There was a mouse in my house
I found out tonight;
Running the floors
And skirting the light.

Chasing him 'twas silly because,
He's little, so trite.
Him hopping about
So futile his plight...

There in his eyes, certain demise;
Glued to my sight,
I pinned him down,
He squeeled out in fright!

Into my snare, knowing despair,
He yielded the fight...
The door flung open,
The rodent took flight!

I threw him out with a shout
And up like a kite;
Ne'er to return,
Lost to the night...

Wave to the mouse from my house,
wish him good night;
Running the streets,
And ducking from sight...

Sunday, October 26, 2008

New 2008 Pumpkin Art!

As promised before, here is my newest creation. These were both carved using a wood-carving exacto knife set. Nothing fancy, just tedious dedication. This is a Heath Ledger Joker pumpkin carving. I created the pattern myself using Photoshop. This one took me about nine hours, start to finish, including creating the pattern, transfer, gutting, and of course, carving. Could I have spent this time doing something else? Sure, but then I wouldn't have a piece of transient art, shining in all its decaying glory!



Also, here is a better picture of my previous Gollum pumpkin, now properly lit with 40 watts of glory.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Gollum Jack-o-lantern

When I was a little kid I once saw this old man who had the coolest pumpkins ever. They weren't the normal, run-o-the-mill, happy jack-o-lantern's with gaping smiles. Oh no, these were professionally done. The intricate patterns, the multi-toned images, oh the wonder and magic of being a kid again! I saw what others had done and had to know how. The old man was kind and happy enough to explain how he did it. It was simple, a special blade for his exacto knife. Nothing too fancy, just a saw-toothed blade.

I begged and begged my parents to get me that blade. If this old man could do it, surely I could! My parents never acquiesced. In their defense, I was only eight at the time, but even at eight I dreamt big. There was no challenge I could not conquer, unless the world was arrayed against me with my parents as willing accomplices!

So here I am, almost twenty years later and Halloween is approaching. This is the year that I am going to do it. It's not expensive and even though time is short for hobbies these days, this is a lifelong dream, as it were. So without further adieu, here is my first creation. Note first. The picture quality isn't great, it's much more impressive in real life, but this gives a good idea of what it looks like.


Pattern from The Pumpkin Wizard


If I can find the time in the next ten days, I plan on making several more. This was my first attempt, using manual tools. The dremel is next on the list. There will be pumpkin everywhere, I have no doubt. I can't wait to see what I come up with though using the proper tools!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

No man knows the day or the hour... or do they?

For those of you who have not met, let me introduce you to the Large Hadron Collider (LHC). This gargantuan investment of billions of dollars, stretching 17 miles under the Swiss Alps is the worlds largest particle collider. It has the ability to take a particle, accelerate it to nearly the speed of light, and then smash it into other particles. You know... just to see what will happen. Well, some people seem to think this will create a lot of little black holes. For those of you not familiar with the basics of a black hole, it is a point in space with such a strong gravitational pull that matter and electromatic energy cannot escape its pull. It is black because even light cannot escape its iron grasp. So... some scientists think the LHC will create a bunch of little black holes. I'm no scientist, but even a little black hole seems like a big deal. The great and respectable Stephen Hawking seems to think that even if these little black holes are created, they will collapse in on themselves. What if our dear Hawking is wrong? I mean... if a black hole, even a little one, were to be created on earth... um... wouldn't it have the ability to get larger and larger, sucking in everything around it, gaining mass (and consequently more gravity to suck even more things in), possibly engulfing the entire world? Hey, just a thought...



So anyway. They fired this thing up recently, it made headlines all over the world. No, no, the world didn't end. But! they only fired particles in one direction at a time. When the real deal goes down in October, they will fire them in opposite directions and smash them into each other. Or, that was the plan anyway. Seems in their little experiment they melted some vital cooling components. Something about a Helium leak, coolant system failing, super conductance destroyed, blah, blah, blah. Luckily for us, it's offline for a little while, until next year at least. So, looks like those words stay true. No man knows the day or the hour of [the end of the world]. I'm not saying this thing is going to end the world, or that Jesus is going to pop out of a black whole and say 'gotcha'... but I'm not not saying it either.
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