The world is changing

This is a real interesting video on how technology is changing us and how we're changing the technology that is changing us. It follows, then, that we're changing us. Yet it seems like we're not quite sure how we're doing it, or what we're changing into.

I think this video is interesting to anyone. For me it is interesting to view as a theologian. How does technology change human knowledge? If we are reconstructing and participating in shaping "truth" and "knowledge", how does that effect our humanity? Are we becomming our own gods?

Everything is Spiritual

This is the first part of a pretty awesome lecture that Rob Bell gave in Grand Rapids. (the others are also on youtube) It talks a lot about our nature, spirituality, science and scripture. let me know what you think.

DND at the Book Store

So I was sitting in Boarders Books for most of today. I had to write a paper for my western christian thought and life class which is less of a class on western christian anything and more of a class on The Enlightenment. This upset me because I am not a fan of studying The Enlightenment, not because I don't enjoy learning about what happened or reading the writings of the Philosophes. I don't like it because its difficut to make sense of especially when I need to write a book review on two long books about two scholar's ideas about the period. I would much rather write an essay on it myself than try to make sense of these other guys' arguments.

But anyway, I was sitting in boarders and there were these two people next to me who were talking about DND. They were both photographers and looked pretty normal. One was a farely attractive normal looking woman which made this even more bizzare. As they talked all I could do was laugh and I was getting nothing done. So i put on my ipod so I couldn't hear their conversation and could actually get my homework done. Yet this didn't help much.

I could concentrate for about 3-4 minutes. In between songs I caught parts of their conversation. This is how it went:

Song...."But I'm an Elf, and I can see in the dark so I could sneak up"...Song..."You don't know how many times I tried to poison her. I amazed she's still alive"...Song..."Wouldn't happen! I have a claymore! Have you seen a claymore?!?"...Song..."They weren't too happy because I took all the gold and got the most experience"...Song..."But I work for the King. I'm practically royalty"..Song...

I couldn't stop laughing. That was the most unproductive hour I had today.

My Friends' Skit

I was down in Florida last week for CTK's 50th anniversary. They CTK Dance Team put on this Skit. It was pretty amazing to me as it reflected many of the things that I, or people I'm close to, have experienced.

WOW

This is amazing!

Dog Dreams

I haven't been here in a while

So it's been a while since I've blogged. I've moved from a once a month blogger to a once every month and a half blogger...a disturbing development. But now that the old computer is fixed and I'm done with finals. I can finally blog again.

It's been an interesting past couple months. I've interviewed with 6 different churches for possible jobs come summer. While I don't get full say in who calls me, I can give suggestions. So far my favorites are churches in Defiance, OH and in Davenport, IA. They are both positions that would really allow me to be myself and use my talents and skill fully. All of you who know me know that I wouldn't fit in just anywhere. I'd like to say that I'm like a wild lion that cannot be tamed, but in reality I'm like a wild ostrich that can be only partially trained and that is just plain goofy. So I guess we'll see where God places me. I just want to be somewhere where I can be the most useful and learn the most. Hopefully I'll find out in the end of April.

PC stands for Puky Computers

My computer, that is 9 months old, died the other day. Since the first week I had it, VISTA worked horribly. With a 2.00GHz processor it often ran slower than my old laptop with a quarter of the processing power. Even the first day I used it most of my programs quit responding. A month ago Fire Fox and Itunes weren't able to connect to the Internet and now my computer won't boot up.
Right now I'm trying to find out if Gateway will repair it. Either way, I''ve probably lost all of my calander info I need in the coming weeks and will be without a computer for the next month!

When I think back to last year's purchases, my favorite was an Apple product and my least favorite was my PC. I am so upset. Whether I can fix my PC or not, I'm never buying another PC again.


Image that makes me cringe taken from here

I'm so excited and I'm such a nerd

not happy

I hate drugs. I don't want to have to take them. They rarely do what they are supposed to do without doing 10 other things they shouldn't. Well the last couple of weeks have been pretty tough. Most of you know that I've had health problems and chronic pain for many years. Recently things got a little worse and it became difficult to even hold my head up without assistance in some way. So in order to get through class and to actually be able to pay attention and study, I started taking Vicodin. An amazing thing happened. I felt pretty good. Better than that even, I felt normal. I could sit without agonizing pain. I could concentrate on the lectures and I actually was able to think through the pain and participate in the class discussions. These are good things....right?

Well today I went to the doctor to get a refill on the prescription. I assumed this wouldn't be a problem. It's the only pain killer that I've ever taken that has helped my back pain in the last 9 years. Yet the doctor wouldn't budge. He said he couldn't give it to me for chronic pain because he didn't know what was wrong with me. We'll doctors have been trying to find out what's wrong with me for 9 years and no one has been able to figure it out. So does that disqualify me from being able to live a normal life. I am obviously not addicted to vicodin. The bottle I've been using recently is from 5 months ago and I still have a half used bottle from 5 years ago. I simply take it when I absolutely need it.

So instead I get prescribed two the few pain killer I haven't tried yet. Both have all sorts of bad side effects. Yet these are deemed safe to take. I'm so upset. Yet what choice do I have? I've got to try them the only other options are to either curl up and never leave bed until they make me when they kick me out of the Sem or to walk around as I am until I collapse or push my body to the point until I perminantly hurt myself. If this happens I am buying a cain, quiting the sem, and going into medicine so that I can take care of myself and take out my anger on everyone else with witty sarcasm.

I'm just glad the new Ray Lamontagne album came out. It's calmed me down enough where I can think straight again.

El Cinder in Color

The Observant & the Anawim

Back in early spring I attended an emergent conference down in St. Pete Bch. One of the main artists was a singer/songwriter Preson Philips. He looked like a biker. He had a large orange beard and wore leather boots and a leather hat. During the breaks he'd lean against the side of the church and smoke his pipe. He didn't look like someone you'd expect to be leading worship. I liked that about him right away. His music was equally unique and far from what you'd expect from a typical worship leader. Just him and his guitar, Philips music was a raw as his open soul that flowed through his songs. This is some of the best music I have ever heard. You can download his album for free at presonphilips.com If you can, please donate some money to help support Preson. He deserves it.

Visitor

I found a Gecko in my bathroom today. He was really small, about 2 inches long. He even matched the color of my carpet. I saw him and thought I would release him outside. When I caught him, I cupped him in my hand. I must have used a bit more pressure than I thought because when I opened my hand, there were two things moving around. He was on one side, his tail was twitching away on the other. This was both cool and a bit disturbing. When I opened my hand a second time, he jumped out and ran into the printer I have on my floor. I hope he finds his way out, or I'll be taking a bit more of Florida home with me than I thought...except for the tail of course.

It's good to create

We recently went through sermon series covering "The body of Christ." The idea of this comes from the writings of Paul the Apostle where he stresses that all those who were baptized into Christ are part of the Body of Christ. Just as every part of the body has it's functions, every member of the Body of Christ plays a function and that each function is necessary for a healthy body.

So in this sermon series we focused on how all of us have a part to play, even if we don't know what it is yet. Everyone has something wonderful to give to the body of believers and the world at large.

Christ did an odd thing when he left this world. He demonstrated his divinity by rising from the grave. He showed his love, mercy, and forgiveness by his willingness to go to the cross and forgive those who put him there. Yet after all this, after he demonstrated the He was all we would ever need, He left and said we would be His representatives.

So when everything is going good, all the parts of the body are working right and people see Christ's love in the way we live. But when one part of the body isn't working well, the rest of the body feels the effects. This sermon series was designed to help people give thought to what gifts they bring to the table. So hopefully people can figure out what part of the body they are and how they can do it better, or they can give some thoughts on how they can maybe take a bigger role.

To help drive this point home, Pastor mike asked me to create a picture or silhouette of Jesus. He wanted to somehow connect people's names and functions onto his body in some way. I could have probably gotten away with just making a silhouette, but I thought it would be cooler to have his face and hands. So 23 hours later I ended up smelling like linseed oil and mineral spirits and I had my first painting done in 7 years.

I left Christ's "body," or robe, white and we attached multi-colored tags that had a line for a name and a section that said "I'm doing my part by...." I incorporated the colors of the tags into the lettering and in small amounts into the painting itself. After the sermon, people were asked to bring up their offering and their tag, I and Pastor Mike put the tags on the painting as quickly as possible. It turned out pretty well, it had a Gustav Klimt affect going on with flat clothes on a modeled body. I was pretty happy with the end result.

It was difficult to give up control of where they were placed. It was also a little disappointing that it wasn't filled up any more than it was. Yet it still serves a theological point. The body of Christ will never be complete until the final day. There are many that he still wants in his family, many who still need to discover his love. It's a good reminder to share the message of His love with other people.

This was a great experience for me. Like I said, It's been about seven year since I painted. I felt alive and in a creative fire. I hope I continue to find and make time for this kind of stuff in the future.

"I'm sailing! Look at me! I sail!"

Well I have to admit, I've been down here for almost a year and I haven't done too many "Florida things." I haven't even been to the beach very often. I don't even have much of a tan. Yet, I have been able to do some fun things in recent months.






Around Memorial Day, Jeremy came down to visit me and we ended up at Clearwater beach. We went Parasailing. It was pretty sweet. We got up there about 800 ft. The view was awesome. Here are a few more pics from it:

Cool Guitar

Mission Trip

So it's been a pretty awesome couple of weeks. One of the big highlights was to go on a mission trip with my high school kids down to Immokalee, Fl. It was pretty sweet. You might even say it was Mantastic. We did a lot of awesome things. We did a lot of work at a food bank sorting canned goods. We moved about 7 tons of cans. I got into it....literally. It was good to work so close to my kids and compete, sing songs, and stuff.

We also worked a few days with an organization called Ihope. We helped clean out FEMA trailers to help get them ready for this year's hurricane season. Besides that, we worked on Nina's house. She was living in a house with substantial damage from last year still. Her house was essentially gutted from the rain damage. Her roof leaked, her steps were rotted, and she had no kitchen sink or cupboards. During our time there, we replaced her roof and helped build a new deck and stairs. It was pretty sweet because it was great to help Nina and it was my first time roofing.

We also spent a day in working at the Guadalupe Soup kitchen. It was a truly humbling experience. We arrive around 8 am in the morning and there was already many people lined up in the front of the building waiting for lunch. For many people this is the only meal they get a day. In the back of the building there was also a ling. Many were waiting to take showers as they did not have any plumbing at home.

We live such lives of luxury while others can't feed themselves or provide for their families. The people at the Guadalupe center never complained about what they were eating. They were just happy for the food and the showers. Many of these people lived in two room houses with eight or more other people. That was crazy to think of. I get cramped in my little house all by myself.

I wish I would be content with much less. I wish I would be more giving and less self-serving. Yet I am sure that I'll slowly forget my experiences on the mission trip. I'll slowly feel less guilty about spending money on useless things and will want way more than I have. I'll forget how good it feels to give and want to hang on to what I have. I hope I'm wrong. I hope that this mission trip has changed the way I'll live, what I set my priorities on. I guess only time will tell.

A Mustach Moment

It's comming....

"It was a good day.....for Ted"

Last week a few of Nate's friends from STL came down to visit him. Let me just say, it was a good time. We all hung out for a few days. One of the Days we went to the aquarium in Clearwater. Let's just say it was sweet. There was rumor that one could pet stingrays and see and possible touch Manatees. Let me tell you there were not Stingrays at the present time and there were never Manatees.

We decided to watch the dolphin show which was pretty sweet. We waited for a while because it started raining. Then we had to watch an angry dolphin blow water in the air in protest because of the rain. It was intense....the dolphin anger. Yet soon, his love for his purple hula hoop calmed his soul once more and he was ready to perform.

During the time we waited for the act to begin, they asked us to guess the girth of the dolphin from one side of his dorsal fin to the other. I inspected him from one angle, moved to the other side of the pool and checked him out from another side. A girl came by and asked if I had a guess. I said, "47 inches. No! 49! But I'm probably two over." The girl gave me a look like, "You're on crack" or "wow, right on." Then she walked away.

So right when the show was about to begin, they called the dolphin over, attached the measuring tape to his fin, and had him spin the tape around himself to be measured. The young lady took the microphone and announced, "He measures in at 47 inches." I turned to my friend Liz and said, "That's what I guessed at first!" Luckily, no one else was even close, so I got to go down and pet the dolphin and feed him some fish. It was quite possibly the best moment of my life. It was amazing. It was a good day.....for Ted.