Mundane Vs Extraordinary

August 31, 2011 at 09:49 (Uncategorized)

Haha, more random thoughts. I’ve been reading “Under God” by DC Talk and it  just got me thinking what a boring life I have, which made me think about whether a person is defined by the extraordinary things they do or the mundane things they do? I’m gonna bring you guys along on my thought process for this one.

For whatever reason I thought about the end of a persons life first, if you’ve done something great it’s commemorated and remembered by the masses after you’re dead, usually you’re given a tombstone or memorial with a summation of your life. Even if what you did was extraordinarily evil people will remember you and what you did. Next I thought about their funerals, to me a famous funeral has to it some level of superficiality, that’s not true of every great funeral, but most of the attendees never truly knew the person. Now understand that there are people of great mundaneness, for example look at Mother Theresa, everything Mother Theresa did was something that anyone can do, Apostle Paul traveled most of his life, Moses didn’t even talk, he had his brother Aaron do the talking for him. Now you may be thinking about the great things Mother Theresa, Paul and Moses did, but that’s my point are the things people are remembered for more important than the people that did them, and do those things make them who they are?

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Light vs Dark

August 31, 2011 at 09:46 (Science, Theology)

Okay I just wanted to put up my views in this area real quickly. Eastern religions and mythologies often talk about the necessity of balance between light and dark, but this is un-biblical… Christians often take a view of light being brightest in the darkness, but this is also un-biblical. To me, that Christian view suggests darkness accentuates the light, I believe it’s most commonly used in reference to the mission field where missionaries bring the light to the darkest parts of the world. But the danger with saying “Light shines brightest in the darkness” is that it suggests dualism, the idea it conjures to me is that light is better because of the darkness, when in actuality this is not even close to true whether theologically or scientifically.

Let’s start off scientifically, that way we end on a theological note. Okay I’m going to explain how our eyes see, if you’re not used to reading my blogs you can skip this color (at least I think it’s this color, I’ll just say ignore any color but black[which I’m about to prove is not a color, JK]), it’s just extra information for those who like a lot of information. We see by reflected light, profound I know, what happens is light comes from a source and passes through somethings, bounces off others, and is absorbed by others.

When light passes through something that thing cannot be seen by the eye, unless the light is refracted. Depending on the refraction we observe a distortion of the visible objects behind a refraction, also often times the light coming from the source refracted through the object are observed as bright spots. When you think of refraction think of a magnifying glass where the distortion is specifically designed to make an object appear larger, while the source light can be focused into an extremely bright spot.

When light bounces off of something two things can happen. The first and easiest to explain is a mirror, light reflected from highly reflective surfaces bounces off in a straight line at an angle of reflection, that’s what creates the mirror image almost no light is absorbed in this type of reflection. Everything else is visible through scattered bouncing, the light hits an object and then reflects only part of the light. Some of the light passes through, causing translucency, or some is absorbed, creating heat, the part that is reflected is the part we see, the light that is reflected is the light that determines the color of the object. Those are the basics, our eyes take in and translate the various reflections of light into images.

If you skipped all that it’s okay, all you need to know is we see from reflected light. So what is darkness? Darkness is the absence of light, if there is no source  of light there can’t be any reflection of light, with no source or reflection we can’t see anything. Black and dark are not the same thing, without light you can’t see something black so black is as much seen by a reflection of light as anything. I don’t think anyone will be surprised to find out that darkness is the absence of light, but think about it for a while…

What is darkness without light? Could we define it if light did not exist? What is darkness to a blind person? Does a blind person care whether there is a source of light or not? Of course not, a blind person could get around and function as easily in total darkness as he could in complete light. Think of it this way, we can’t observe radio waves (without special equipment), and yet there are areas of radio darkness. If we knew nothing about radio waves would we care that there are areas of radio darkness? Basically what I’m saying is that darkness does not exist if light didn’t exist before it. Next thing, that’s easy to address, the more sources of lights, regardless of their intensity, the brighter the light, the less darkness. This ones easy to test, turn on one light take note of the amount of shadows and darkness. Turn on another light and guess what? There are fewer shadows and less darkness. Lights shine brightest together. Look at LED flashlights with multiple intensities, the brightest function is not when only one light is shining, but when they all are. You may be thinking, but my light lights up more at night then in the day, but think it through again. Your light still adds to the light of a room, there’s just very little darkness because there’s already a huge light source. If you’re still having trouble understanding this go to home depot in the middle of the day, now go to their lighting section, and surprise!! It’s the brightest part of Home Depot still, night or day.

Okay so what is the theological application of all this? The Bible talks a lot about light, but as Christians are we light sources or just light reflectors? Well, I’ll let you consider the theological truths yourself. Look it up, the bible does talk over and over again about the light of salvation, the light of God, etc. We are to be a city on a hill, a light in the darkness, the bible is a lamp to our feet. Light is truth and it expels falsehood, so it’s probably a good idea to have true view on truth.

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Hindsight is 20/20

July 1, 2009 at 23:07 (Uncategorized)

That’s a dumb saying 20/20 is not very good vision it’s just average a class B driver is required to have 20/10 and a pilot ideally has around 20/5. Anyways I wanted to post something more personal dealing with my past and where I messed-up.

A little background, in 2005 I had been going through college, but before I took any science classes I felt like God wanted me to get a strong background (or foundation in Christianese) in basic Christian Theology. So I looked into several bible colleges, predominantly Portland Bible College and Pensacola Christian College. The only reason I was looking at Pensacola is because they have a good Creation Science program, but God made it pretty clear I needed Basic Theology. And for that reason I went with Portland Bible College who is one of the only Bible college’s to cover all of Basic Theology in their first semester.

By fall of 2005 I knew I was going to Portland Bible College and leading up to me leaving everything was working out, I was able to get a full time job that quickly saved up all the money I needed. I probably could and should have had more saved up, but I got in an accident with my truck and had to buy a car, but it was the best car I’ve ever owned. Everything was moving along for me to go, but rarely in the ways I expected, which, in my opinion, is an indication that I am in God’s will. I am someone who believes that if God didn’t tell me something specifically I have no right to claim one way or another, so anytime someone would ask me how long I’d be up there I’d consistently reply. “I don’t know, maybe a year, maybe four years, or maybe just a semester.” Even once I got up there and people would ask me how long I’d be there I would respond exactly the same way.

My first semester was excelent, better than I could have expected. I was quickly able to get a job working for the church of the bible college. The job was normally reserved for foreign exchange students, but it just so happened for the first time in years there were few enough people who needed the position that I was able to get a job there. The entire semester was ideal, I learned a lot, made plenty of friends, and never felt bored or over-worked. Well if you can’t tell what I’m leading up to maybe I’m not as good of a writer as I try and convince myself I am. (convoluted self praise anyone?)

I can’t be sure when it happened, but at some point I decided I have to go back to PBC for another semester, if God had said anything to the contrary I must have ignored Him. I should have taken it as a hint when I couldn’t raise enough for the “down payment” for that semester, but instead I pressed on and asked my parents to help me. Even with my parents help I wasn’t able to fully pay the down payment, but they let me in and just gave me higher monthly payments. This all culminated into a drastically different semester, for starters I had to work twice as much, and I literally had no free time. Let me break down my average week for you: Monday through Friday I would work 4:00am – 8:00am in the PBC kitchen; immediately I’d go to classes which would last until about 1:00pm; after lunch, if I wasn’t tired, I’d ideally do class work, but usually I’d sleep until I had work at 7:00pm – 11:00pm; if your quick with math you already know that means, assuming I was responsible and did my school work, I’d only get 5 hours of sleep; but that’s not the end because on the weekends I’d work Saturday 7:00am-9:00pm with some what of a break in between; and Sunday I always helped out with something at the church 8:00am – 1:00pm then worked again 2:00pm – 9:00pm.

So besides school and work I had no time for anything, or at least I shouldn’t have. Unfortunately I allowed the stress to affect my morals, I’m someone who is never late and especially never tardy, but unfortunately on several occasions I allowed myself to be late both to classes and work. And even worse I stopped showing up to certain classes altogether. My quiet time suffered and eventually disappeared, my views of the church there became increasingly critical and even to this day is marred, my views on tithing are just barely recovering, and I’m certain I’ve missed out on something else God had planned for me.

I’m pretty sure what God intended me to do, if I had been listening to Him, was after my first semester to come back to Santa Maria and get a full time job that I’m sure he would have provided, get my own place, finish up my associates at Allan Hancock, and possibly get a scholarship to another college. Maybe not in that order but I’m pretty sure I’ve delayed if not negated some sort of blessing by not paying attention and just going with the flow of another semester.

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Me and Pink Drinks

June 10, 2009 at 19:28 (Completely Random)

I don’t have anything else fully developed and I felt I needed a new post so…

If you haven’t been to enough restaurants with me you may not realize that I almost never order a drink the way it’s posted on a menu. I always ask for them to add or take away or combine some other drink, and for some unknown reason this drink always ends up pink. For example if the menu has nothing unique, I’ll usually order a sprite with grenadine (I never order this by it’s name because that would just aggravate the situation, it’s called a Shirley Temple). But it never seems to matter what I order it’s always pink, of course it doesn’t help that my favorite fruits are strawberries, raspberries (I bought some raspberries for lunch today, they were amazing), and cherries. If I feel like lemonade, I’ll usually get a pink lemonade(which is made with strawberries), tea’s become raspberry, and sodas get cherry. In Portland I’d daily get an Italian ice and I would try a new combo of syrups each time, but eighty-percent of the time I’d end up with a pink drink. I don’t know, at least I never recognize them as pink drinks, cause I’m color-blind.

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Moshing

June 3, 2009 at 21:26 (Completely Random, Too Political)

What does moshing say about my generation? Anarchy? Mob Rule? Democracy? Peer Pressure? Is there a difference?

I was at a concert recently and I guess it’s the first time I’ve seen active moshing. In my minds eye I always pictured moshing as a group type dance where the crowd was so close together it moved as one, but that’s not what it was at this concert. This mosh pit was entirely selfish, essentially a shoving match. If they weren’t pushing, shoving, elbowing, charging or hitting they weren’t dancing. This was a crowd of individuals attempting to be the “best” at moshing, nothing like the unity I imagined.

In my opinion dancing at a concert should express an appreciation for the artist or the message in the lyrics. However at this particular concert the moshers, not all of them, but the instigators, were entirely unconcerned with the music. If the music was to slow or quiet to warrant moshing they would leave the crowd and go to the edges, unconcerned with the effort of the musicians, or even worse they’d walk through the crowd and try and convince others to join the mosh once the music picked up. To me this is as bad as talking during a stage production. Now I feel like I’m being negative so let me give you some perspective, of the moshers about 2/3rds were there just to knock heads, but at most that was only about 1/10th of the total crowd. So some of the moshers were using the pit to increase their energy, which I personally don’t think is wrong.

Wow I’ve been gone for a while, if I was gonna say more I can’t remember it. (¿ This seems like it’s turning into a pattern on my blogs ?) But I do have one more thing I want to dive into, what does moshing say about my generation?

So what does moshing say about my generation? Well in my “Ideal Mosh Pit” (I’ll just say IMP from now on, wait a second isn’t that a demonic guide?) You have an example of  “mob rule”, where the majority sets the tone for the pit and the minority get trampled underfoot. My IMP is probably a result of my upbringing in a democratic society. Just so you know our government is not a democracy, but we are slowly heading in that direction. We are, in fact, a republic where we have representatives decide the laws, but because of media and public polls we are being organized into a sleeper democracy, where the “majority rules”, and we blindly follow not even questioning if what the media says is truly the consensus of the “Mob”. In fact this is exactly why we don’t have a straight democracy, because our forefathers realized the mob is to easily influenced and eventually turns into an autocracy. But because we’ve failed to elect upstanding citizens, we’re now left with politicians, a group of people so inbred they are no longer born with spines or guts.

Wow that was a long tangent, and probably too revealing about me. Any ways, back on subject. The Moshing I saw was nothing like my IMP. Like I said before it was more of a crowd of individuals, the best way I can describe it is like a rebellion against each other. Anarchy, but active anarchy, in my opinion anarchy should be blase, as in rules don’t apply go with the flow. But it seems like it’s never that way instead it’s more of a destruction of rules, where the rules are actively sought out and ignored or disobeyed. Any way that’s how it was in the moshing, these weren’t individuals dancing their own dance with no regard to the others around them, but they were actively seeking out other dancers to go up against.

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“Follow me as I follow Christ” – Apostle Paul

May 15, 2009 at 20:39 (Completely Random)

A while back, I was listening to a sermon and a thought popped into my head. The preacher was emphasizing how the disciples, when Jesus called them, dropped everything they were doing, and I thought, why? I mean, it seems weird that someone would leave their family business, in the middle of a work day, and follow someone just because He asked them to. You have to keep in mind that at this point Jesus was not well known, some people knew of Him, but He had just started His ministry. The only people who believed that He was the Messiah at this point were His mother Mary and His cousin John. So what reason would they have to follow a random Rabbi?

A couple connections were made pretty quickly, when I first wondered why. The first thing I remembered was that at Portland Bible College they talked about how it was common practice among Rabbi’s in the time of Jesus for them to gather disciples, but normally from the synagogues. Then I thought, would I drop everything for a great teacher, because if nothing else Jesus was known as an exceptional Rabbi, if they asked me to follow them? And surprising even myself, I thought yes I would. If C.S. Lewis or J.R.R. Tolkien or John Piper or Sean McDowell or pretty much any person who is or was considered a good teacher/apologist asked me to follow them and learn from them/with them I would more than likely sell everything I didn’t need and do it, minimal questions asked.

The last thought that hit me, like a freight truck, was that Jesus has called me to follow Him. And yet why am I so unwilling to go to the lengths I would go to for a fallible teacher? I know that Jesus is the only teacher worth following, He’s called me to give up my possesions and follow Him, but I greedily hold on. I pray that He’ll give me strength to give everything to Him.

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Power of Words

May 14, 2009 at 23:31 (GenChurch)

It’s kind of funny, kids say “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Adults know this is untrue, even if they pretend to be unhurt. But I think even as adults we don’t, can’t or refuse to understand exactly how powerful words are. If we were to ascertain what the deadliest weapons of all time were, the Atomic Bomb would be third, Kalashnikovs would be second, and words would be first. (Obviously you have to take into account that the deaths caused by words sometimes implement AK-47’s and atom bombs to carry out their destruction)

A good example of this would be Hitler, if you take Hitler at face value, he was nothing more than a short geek who felt sorry for himself, but he was able to speak with such command and conviction that he quickly won over supporters. Once in power Hitler quickly seized every newspaper, and media outlet ’cause he understood the power of words, he also started indoctrination in Germany’s schools and is quoted saying:

“By the skillful and sustained use of propaganda, one can make a people see even heaven as hell or an extremely wretched life as paradise.”

“Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it.”

Words build bridges into unexplored regions.”

But Hitler was not the only one who had something to say during World War II, if he was I might be typing this in German. Here’s a few things Churchill had to say about words:

“We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.”

“Short words are best and the old words when short are best of all.”

“Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.”

“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.”

Contrast Hitler with Winston Churchill, and you soon realize that the battle for Britain during World War II was a shouting match between two great orators with a lot of blood shed and no victor, but it stalled Hitler. Churchill’s words hammered against the propaganda, and small flickers of light could be found throughout the conflict. His words even affected America to the point that when we were attacked by Japan, Roosevelt chose to get involved in the European conflict before we retaliated against Japan. Wars are debates, unmonitored, bloody rebuttals with no briefs except more death.

I had more to say but, I’ve forgotten most of it so I’m just going to close with a few areas you can think about when considering the power of Words. I’d start first with James 3:3-10. Next I’d say consider how Satan tempts using words, he doesn’t need to be murderous only convince you to be. And finally consider affirmations, particularly negative self affirmations and how they affect you.

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Readily Fit Feet

April 28, 2009 at 04:51 (GenChurch)

Anything in this color can be ignored, I’m just going on a tangent.

P.S. I had more to say but I forgot it all, which is partly why I started this blog, so I could write down my thoughts.

I think I’m going to regularly put out a blog based on what was talked about on Wednesday nights at GenChurch because, I’m an introverted person and so I prefer to have time to think and process things. When I’m part of the discussions on Wednesdays I can draw from my speech classes about impromptu speaking, but I always feel like there’s so much left unsaid.

Summary: We talked about our identity as soldiers for the Christ and more than anything, because of time constraints, about the full armor of God. Ephesians 6:10-18 (note: I say the Christ because Christ is not a name, it’s an entitlement Orthodox Jews would say the Messiah, same thing).

Specifically I’m gonna talk about Ephesians 6:15 – “and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the Gospel of Peace.” Okay so let’s just dive right in, this passage, before last Wednesday, has always confused me. It never seemed to fit, there’s no indication of what type of armor we’re supposed to fit to our feet, I always assumed it was some type of greave or shoe. Maybe that’s what I was taught and maybe that’s what it even refers to, but it confused me still. Another part that threw me off about this section is the attribute, everything else is a fruit of the spirit, but this… readiness that comes from the Gospel of Peace… What’s that supposed to mean?

So anyways I started thinking about what feet are used for in battle, particularly in biblical times. And it makes sense why there wasn’t a type of armor given for this part of the body, because in general there wasn’t any armor protecting the legs. If anything ancient armor was designed to give the soldier the most mobility, they didn’t have long robes or anything that might restrict their legs, in fact in most depictions there’s little more than an undergarment and an armored skirt, you could compare it to a cup and a kilt. So feet, in battle, should be ready to move at a moments notice, whether that’s to march to the battlefield or to retreat from defeat; dodge a blow or deliver your own; or simply stand and defend where you are; your feet should be ready for it all.

Are my feet ready to march in obedience to the places God has called me? Are they ready to retreat back to God’s protective camp when I’ve tried on my own and come out defeated? Are my feet ready to avoid the blows of doubt sent by the enemy? What about countering with power? Or standing with resolve? Not without the Gospel of Peace, the good news of Jesus’s sacrifice for my victory in Him.

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Anhelo Comperio

April 25, 2009 at 17:52 (Completely Random) (, )

Anhelo Comperio is Latin which, loosely translated, means live to learn. Ago Disco is a closer literal translation, but I like Anhelo because it gives a sense of desperation, and Comperio has an idea of completeness.

Any ways… I wanted to just say that this Blog will be my random thoughts written out, you’ll probably get a chance to see some of my thought process cause I’m going to limit the amount of editing I do, maybe. Who knows really ’cause I’ve already gone back and edited some of this post, but I’ll try and keep it to grammar and clarity changes.

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