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The simple life…

Today I had a moment in my day where I experienced someting of a simple joy that I hadn’t had in a really long time. IT was just something I felt like I needed to share because, well… It’s just interesting.

It was about 6:00, right before Jim left for the day. Ann went on a break outside, and when she came back she walked up to me and turned something lose on my arm. It was, of all things, a ladybug. I hadn’t seen a ladybug in ages, let alone had one to play with, so needless to say, the next customer I greeted got to see my new pet (I named it George. Sure, it’s a ladybug, but I had this feeling this lady was male). IT tickled when he crawled on the underside of my arm. I got great amusement when he was topside on my arm, trying to crawl over my amhairs (it was like watching a lowered honda go over a speed bump, I was just waiting for it to get caught on one of them). For a few minutes, I was like a school kid again. When I was in school, bugs never bothered me, I usually would play with whateve r crawly things. Since then, I developed an ungodly fear of just about every type of creepy-crawly imagineable, but not ladybugs. Maybe it’s the non-menacing form of a little shiny spotted red shell, almost like an M&M mini with legs. Maybe it’s the unimposing name “ladybug”. All I know is, I was giggling like an idiot as I kept moving my arm to best accomadate the little guy and make sure he was still visible to me.

What’s the deal with ladybugs? I mean, they’re so common, and yet so uncommonly exquisite. They don’t look like they ought to be able to fly, they’re built all wrong. But they do. And out of insects, short of a butterfly they’re probably the prettiest. They don’t do a whole lot, aside from chew on gnats for lunch. What was God thinking about when he designed them? “Hmm… I created these little green monstrosities, they’ll eat your tomatoes before they’re ripe.. How should I counter this… I know! I’ll make ladybugs!”

Well, I enjoyed George’s company for a little while, he was rather fiesty in his crawling, and at one point he fell off my arm and onto the floor (I sneezed, blew the little guy clear off my arm), so I had to pick him up and put him on my arm again. Afte rabout five minutes of having my arm tickles, I took him outside and released him back into the world. It’s intriguing that he’s so small in the world, when you compare him to a Hummer, he seems totally invisible jsut due to the sheer size difference.

I have to admit, this is how I often feel in the world. It’s a huge place, despite what disneyland’s been telling us for years, and I often feel tiny and insignifcant in it. In the greater scheme of things, I really am insignificant. I’m just a blip onthe radar of life, barely even there. But I’m here, aren’t I? Am I unwittingly crawling around one someone’s arm, causing them great amusement? I believe so. I just hope my comic antics are funnier to God than those of a ladybug tripping over my arm hairs…

  

Two notes…

First of, after his constant nagging (Just married and already taking the role of nagging wife, it seems.. just kidding, almighty webmaster. =), I finally linked eric’s blog.

Secondly, from this point until I feel like stopping… All of my posts will end with this:

(That time that I feel like stopping has come…)

Mostly because yes, I do feel it’s that good of an album and I don’t mind reminding you for at least the next month. :P

More to come later!

( Didn’t realize they were musical, and that all of them would play seperately…)

  

“Art of Breaking” breaks TFK into a whole new level of artistry…

For anyone that didn’t see my posting the banner right in the beginning of this post, you don’t know much about my feelings for this album. Thousand Foot Krutch has been one of my favorite bands since their second album, “Phenomenon”, dropped into my hands. Their first album, “Set it off”, was a great album, but in some cases lacked the polish of Phenomenon, and for a few of the songs, they sounded like a Rage against the Machine clone. Phenomenon redefined them as a band, their first album on the Tooth and Nail label. Many props to Brandom Ebel for picking up their option, TFK was a hit with Phenomenon, and the album rocked. Hard. To date, it’s still one of my all-time favorite rock albums. When I heard about the Art of Breaking, I was stoked that they had a new album, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, because Phenomenon was going to be one tought act to follow.

My expectations were blown out the door the instant this album hit my CD player.

With this album, TFK enlisted the help of producer Arnold Lanni. The name didn’t mean much to me when I first read it, but I later found out he’s the producer behind bands like Our Lady Peace, Simple Plan, and Finger Eleven. While I don’t listen to much of their music, I can respect their stylings and if anyone was going to bring TFK up a notch, I’d say this guy has the credentials to do so. He did it with gusto.

Front man Trevor McNevan’s vocals have never been harder hitting, with songs like “Absolute”, “The Art of Breaking”, “Hand Grenade”, and “Move”, McNevan’s supercharged vocals keep your attention. The melodies draw you in, McNevan’s vocals keep you in the song. With “Move”, McNevan starts out barely above a whisper, then quickly moves into his trademark yelling/rapping Where I had trouble seeing how anyone could improve an act like TFK, they have completely blown my mind. The entire album sounds like it should be the soundtrack to an action flick, with driven guitar melodies, hard bass lines, and thundering drums.

If you’re into hard music at all, if you only get one album this year, get “Art of Breaking”. I garauntee, you will NOT be disappointed.

~Andrew =)

  
Mood: Pysched   Music: "Move" by Thousand Foot Krutch

The Vacation Recap!

As almost everyone knows, I took a relaxing vacation (which isn’t QUITE over, but I’m home now…). I figured I’d give you all the details in one mega-post… :-)

Day 1
Mom and I left at 11:00 AM, setting out for Williams, California. Drive was uneventful, although I noticed that Gas, for whatever reason, is more expensive in California than it is in Oregon. This doesn’t make sense to me, because Californians a) pump their own gas, and b) have refineries in California. Oregon has attendants to pump their gas and the closest refineries are in, where else? California. How does it happen that the gas is cheaper where it travels farther to and has more things cutting into the profit (like a high minimum wage)? It baffles me…

Oh yeah, in Eugene I lost my desire to ever eat at IHOP again after two dirty forks, something in my mother’s water glass, and food that was cold, save for my hash browns.

Day 2

Made a beeline for Sacramento. Today is the day that I’m supposed to meet a good friend I’ve known for 4 years as a result of Star Wars Galaxies (I’m a nerd, I know…) in Sacramento. My mom and I make it into Sacramento around noon, go to the hotel to check in and… discover they use some highly perfumed deodorizing spray that doesn’t agree with my mother. We wander the area to other hotels to try and find someplace else (Motel 6 was cheapest, but it’s no good if mom has to sleep in the car). Wound up at La Quinta, where the general manager actually gave us the 2 room suite for the price of a single king. Not bad at all, we were livin’ large for the night there.

Unfortunately, things with my good friend didn’t work out (long story), and we weren’t even sure if our other possible day was going to work out, so everything was up in the air at this point. I was saddened by all of this, but I pressed on to…

Day 3
Took off and made our way to Lake Tahoe. The road went ever on and on, down from the door where it began and around some bends (lots of bends) doubleback curves (SHARP curves) and near cliffs over rapids. I spent half the trip from highway 49 to highway 50 wondering why in God’s name I didn’t take motion sickness pills before we left. Once we got to Tahoe, though… It was beautiful. Blue sky, a good 85 degrees, and no worries for almost three days. Did a wee bit of wandering down at Caesar’s Palace (not as impressive as what I was expecting, but it wasn’t the Vegas one so… yeah), and around the different little shopping areas and casinos down there. What was funny was how they have the casinos build (literally) ON the state line between California and Nevada, one side of the street it’s illegal to gamble, on the other side you have four Casinos in a row. Go figure. Wound up at Carrows for dinner. Lost any desire to ever eat at carrows again (much like IHOP on day 1).

Day 4

Full day at Tahoe. Spent the morning exploring, spent the afternoon exploring. Went to the casinos in the evening, hit the buffet at Caesars (which was incredible, I wish I could eat like that for 15 bucks everywhere…) and then I gambled away five dollars on a slot machine in Harvey’s (after which I turned to my mother and said “Remind me… Why does that appeal to people again?”). Considered playing blackjack, but it’s kind of weird walking up to a minimum 5.00 bet table and asking for 20.00 in chips. Maybe next time.

Day 5

Today, we make the trek back to Sacramento via Carson City and Reno. Before leaving tahoe, I took a lot of pictures, including pictures of two baby squirrels. They were all over the place at the park down on the lake, it was awesome. No more than an hour after we left the lush green forests of Lake Tahoe, we were in the desolate Nevada dessert. An hour after that, and we were back in the forests again. Weird. Also wound up in Carson City during 108 degree heat. I stuck my hand out the window to see if it really was 108, and I had black char broiling marks on my hand when I pulled it back in the car. Yep, it really WAS that hot… Get back to Sacramento, got to the hotel, then proceeded to do some wandering around Sacramento area attractions (namely, a mall). The mall was about twice the size of Washington Square, but had half the stores, it seemed. It also had the single-largest JC Penney’s store I’ve ever seen, the first floor alone seemed to be about the size of both levels at Washington square. Aside from that, not particular impressive. Did see Palm trees, though. That was interesting. And, tomorrow Ellia (StarlightDancer from the Bar Wars) and I are supposed to meet. So far as I know, everything going to go as planned, but things didn’t work out last time, so there’s always the possibility that things won’t work out. Anxious about it, but hopeful.

Day 6

Today we make the trek back towards Oregon via Eureka so that we can see the redwoods. Of course, this isn’t until after one stop to meet Ellia, my 4-years friend from SWG. My mom and I wound up getting there early (Checkout was at noon, meeting at 1:00, I was too nervous to eat, sooo… yeah) and just wandering the park for almost an hour. Lots more pictures of squirrels, as well as some deer and wild turkeys. Finally, time rolled around and I got to meet my good friend face-to-face. It was fun, although my mother talked more in the 45 minutes we hung out than I did. She excused herself twice so that I could get a word in edgewise. It was fun stuff, although afterwards we agreed that 45 minutes wasn’t nearly enough time (unfortunately, as she had to work and I needed to get on the road, we didn’t have much of a choice). Mom and I then hit the road and headed out to the coast highway. Wound up in Eureka for the night, and for the first night I hadn’t made reservations in advance (which was a really bad idea, as apparently all the decent hotels in Eureka fill up rather fast in the summer). Wound up in a Super 8, which wasn’t horrible, but I had better sleeping conditions on the trip.

Day 7

Today we set out for the Redwood forest and, from there, home. Discovered that Microsoft’s a lousy judge of distance, as they that the drive from Eureka to Portland should be 6 hours. We left at 9:00 AM, stopped a few times for a combined stop time of probably less than an hour and a half, and yet it took us until almost 7:00 to get home. Thank you, Microsoft, for doing such a fine job checking your facts. Got some great pictures of some birds, some large trees, some elk, AND Paul Bunyan with Babe the blue ox. After a long drive home, we arrived back in Oregon, and I’m now relaxing for the last few days before returning to the grind.

(Pictures will be added to this later, but for now… Here it is. :-))

  

Questions… Part III (Finally… the conclusion…)

Okay, so after weeks of delay, finishing it, and then discovering the server went down like a french border gate (Props to Eric for getting it back up, btw), I’ve now got the third part ready to go. I’ll also have vacation recap, that’ll be my next post.

One of the toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister. A member of an official board undergoing this painful process finally lost patience. He’d just witnessed the pastoral search committee reject applicant after applicant for some minor flaw…”he didn’t wear the right clothes…his voice wasn’t right…her references weren’t what they wanted.” It was time for a bit of soul searching for the committee. So this board member stood up and read this letter supposedly to be from an applicant. Ladies and Gentlemen:

Understanding your pulpit is vacant, I should like to apply for the position. I have many qualifications. I’ve been a preacher with much success and also have had some successes as a writer. Some say I’m a good organizer. I’ve been a leader most places I’ve been. I’m over 50 years of age and have never preached in one place more than three years. In some places, I have left town after my work caused riots and disturbances. And I must admit that I have been in jail three or four times, but not because of any real wrong-doing. My health is not too good, though I still accomplish a great deal. The churches I have preached in have been small though located in several large cities. I’ve not gotten along well with religious leaders in the towns where I have preached. In fact, some have threatened me and even attacked me physically. I am not too good at keeping records. I have been known to forget who I have baptized. However, if you can use me, I promise to do my best for you.”

The board member then turned to the committee and said: “Well what do you think? Should we call him?”

The good church folks were appalled! Consider a sickly, trouble-making, absent-minded, ex-jailbird? Was the board member-crazy? Who signed the application? Who had such colossal nerve…to send them such an application? The board member looked at everyone in the eye and then said: “It’s signed…The Apostle Paul.”

That story seemed like a good lead-in to the third and final part of my two-turned-three part entry on my problem with the state of Christianity as it stands. For those who’ve stuck with me this far, I thank you, and promise, this is indeed the last part of the series. If I continue it any longer, you have my full permission to beat me around the head with a wet salmon.

Paul is the ultimate expression of a life changed by Christ. Remember, after all, Paul DID start out as one of Christianity’s biggest persecutors. He was known for his murdering of early Christians, so when God called him and he ultimately began to preach the gospel, there were some that were a little wary of him. How would you feel if, someone whose views were as completely counterpoint to your own suddenly started believing the same way you did? I’m sure you’d be suspicious as to when Ashton Ketcher was going to jump out and yell “YOU GOT PUNK’D!”, too.

In Galatians 5:13, Paul wrote “For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty, only use not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another.” There are two potentially dangerous ideas that have propagated themselves in Christianity. The first is legalism, which is basically the belief that what rituals you do is what saves you ultimately, if you keep this tradition, that tradition, and this other tradition, you’re saved. That’s not how it works, though. God’s gift of Salvation is free, all we must do to be saved is admit that we are a sinner, that we realize the penalty for that sin is death physically, death spiritually, and hell ultimately, and that Christ paid the price for that sin when he shed his blood on Calvary. It’s that easy.

At the same time, though, the idea of being free and having liberty in Christ has brought about the opposite temptation of legalism, and that’s using that freedom selfishly by doing with it what you would’ve been doing without it anyway because Jesus dying for your sins basically gives you carte blanche to do what you want. This is also untrue, and it seems that Paul preached against it. In Ephesians 4:22 Paul wrote about putting off the former self and putting on the new self. That seems to be, in clearest terms, that we should be living changed lives.

Another interesting thing to note is in Romans 1. In verses 26 & 27, Paul was addressing the fact that the Roman church was allowing all manner of sexual perversions. He said:

For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change natural use into that which is against nature:
And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet.

What struck me was that yes, the Romans in the church were still saved (you can’t, after all, lose your salvation), but God “gave them up unto their vile affections” and they began “receiving in themselves the recompence of their error which was meet”. In laymen’s terms, God allows us free will to do as we please, but should we choose to do things against his will, even those of us who are saved will have to deal with the consequences of our actions.

We are allowed choice because without choice, love is meaningless. I believe the way I’ve heard it put was from Hank Hanegraaff, which said “God is neither some cosmic rapist forcing his love on people, nor some cosmic puppeteer who forces us to love him”. We must, however, be wary of what that choice might cost us. Are we willing to go against God’s will in order to fill our own burning desires, knowing full well that it will cost us something? Maybe the cost won’t be immediate, maybe by having sex outside of marriage, for instance, you’re not going to contract an STD, or become pregnant, but what if the relationship ultimately doesn’t work out? Will you still feel good about it? When you finally do find that one person, and find that they’ve been waiting all their life for you and only you, what are you going to tell them? You didn’t want to wait for them because you wanted to be passionate about something? Don’t try debating me on it, just think about it for a minute.

We’re not called to be passionless Christians. We are, however, called to be passionate about something in particular – serving each other in love. We’re to have a passion to help one another; and a passion for the lost. If you need something to be passionate about, it should be something to help others. Volunteer to help with things at church, get involved with a prison ministry, help with a soup kitchen, build churches on a missions trip, whatever it takes. It’s dangerous to let your passions become about what you can do for you to make yourself feel good, instead let them be about what you can do to serve others and reflect Christ in your life to someone else.

When we are able to raise a generation of Christians that are able to live what they preach, be passionate for serving others out of love and consistently reflecting Christ to others, when we’re able to raise up a generation of Christians who aren’t out to blend in with the rest of the world, or out to live like the rest of the world six days a week, then, and only then, will we be able to break away from the thought that the only difference between a Christian and a non-Christian is where they spend their Sunday mornings.

Alright, I’m officially off the soapbox. Hope you took something away from this, since my intention was, if nothing else, to provoke thought. Thank you, and goodnight.