Friday, August 19, 2005

Patriotism and the War in Iraq...

So, my mom's older brother (he turned 50 this year), my Uncle, is a pastor of a SBC church in Virginia. Before that he was in Georgia. He has his M.Div. from an SBC seminary. He's not as uptight as you would think. He loves beer and a good cigar. But my mother wonders why his emails provoke my ire. Below are the two forwards that I received today. One is an image, the other is supposedly a joke...uh, sure.



There are so many things wrong with this, that I'll let you guys make the comments.



Here is the joke that he thought the rest of us couldn't live without...


[Gotta get me one of these!]

I just got my new Lexus RX400h and returned to the dealer the next day,
complaining that I couldn't figure out how the radio worked. The
salesman
explained that the radio was voice activated. "Watch this!" he said.
"Nelson!"

The radio replied, "Ricky or Willie?"

"Willie!" he continued ... and "On The Road Again" came from the
speakers.

I drove away happy, and for the next few days, every time I'd
say,"Beethoven!" I'd get beautiful classical music, and if I said,
"Beatles!"
I'd get one
of their awesome songs.

One day, a couple ran a red light and nearly creamed my new car, but I
swerved just in time to avoid them.

"ASSHOLES!" I yelled.

The French National Anthem began to play, sung by Jane Fonda and
Michael
Moore, backed up by John Kerry on guitar, Al Gore on drums and Bill
Clinton
on
sax.

I LOVE this car!



And this is why I am an anomaly in my family. This is why I sit tight lipped at extended family functions..and the fact that I don't do so with my parents and brother makes them very uncomfortable. At least Kevin loves me.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

The Nature of God

So, I was back home in Tennessee last week, where 98% of my blood relatives live. Over dinner, my brother, his girlfriend, and I were having a conversation about the nature of God. My brother always has been a perfectionist. He'd tear up his own drawings even when he was a toddler, because they weren't like what he saw in his head, of course. He even once told my Uncle that "I know about more things than my mama knows" at the ripe old age of four.

But all the same, we got to talking about how we view God. Both my brother and I view God, The Father, as punitive. He is ultimately displeased with our depravity. What we have to offer is never good enough. He doesn't like us unless we're trying hard enough. Since we can never try hard enough, God is never pleased with us.

Now, the difference is that over the last two years, I have learned (and talk about nearly every week in my own personal therapy) that God is not only just but merciful and loving. God delights in me. He loves me. He is my refuge and peace. Now that I know that...I'm trying to believe. Having an even harder time experiencing it.

Now, brother's girlfriend, who grew up in a nominally Christian family, experiences God as that refuge and peace. She didn't seriously come to be a Christian until a few years ago. God, He is her lover. So, what is it that my brother and I learned in the Church, from our parents, etc. that we both internalized God as this punitive force to be feared? I can see how we got some of it from my parents...and I definitely see how we got it in church. It makes me sad, but also knowing that I know better due to the journey God has led me on for the past two years is nice. Kinda confirms He is there and he does love me. But I don't experience that yet.


Another discussion we had, at the same dinner, is about how one can KNOW one knows God. See, my brother got off on this lie that my Church growing up told me. That lie is that "Faith is not a feeling, it's a fact." (We would sing it, like a game, stand up, sit down, for every word beginning with F). Well, telling someone with my personality to divorce feelings from your faith is like telling me to cut off my left hand and write a letter.

But my brother claimed that our faith is held in our rational mind, and is not to get boogered up by all those tricky feelings. At this exact moment, I began to see how God has been working to dispel these bad theologies and beliefs through my theological and psychological education. So, I asked my brother...

1.) So, we're all fallen, right? Yeah.
2.) And our falleness is pervasive, affecting our minds, right? Yeah.
3.) So our feelings are more fallen than minds? And God gave us feelings, but they aren't part of being made in his image? Well..good point. Something to think about.

Now, I don't know how much my feelings and my rational mind play into my faith, but I know that they are both important. And that the Holy Spirit is that small still voice that works through my emotions...A LOT more often than I give him any creedence in my hyperactive "rational" mind.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

So, go on over here...

Adam has one hell of a post over here. For anyone struggling to overcome the lack of genuiness in the Church, you'll appreciate this.

Mahna Mahna!


Please tell me that you remember this! From the Muppets Show, remember? I've been listening to it nonstop, it is joyfully stuck in my head. My husband and I walk around going "Mahna Mahna!" do do do "Mahna Mahna!" Bobbing our heads, etc.

Have a listen Mahnamahna/

I like to get dirrrrrrrrrrrrrty...

I was gardening today. Well, as much as one can garden with two window boxes, two 2 gallon pots, and a third floor balcony that is also occupied by a gas grill. For what it was worth, I gardened. I have these fancy little gloves I wear when I garden. Well, they're canvas and have those little green grip dots all over them. I bought them to keep from getting dirt under my fingernails, a past time which I am quite good at even when I'm not elbow deep in decomposed, er, dung.

But, I decided that I don't like my cutesy little Ace Hardware 3 dollar gloves. I like having dirt under my fingernails. I like feeling the sensation that is both cold and warm, dry and wet, all at the same time. So I didn't wear my gloves. And my neighbors across the way watched me the entire time. Such is my life.

(And I still have dirt under there..it just won't come out...)