1.27.2006

Killers for Jesus?

This quote was written on the board during the break in JJR class and for those of you who don't remember it, or weren't there, I encourage you to stop and meditate for a few minutes on it before you move on to read my take on it. This is for the simple reason that whatever God tells you is infinitely more important than what I could dredge up, although if God uses me to speak to you, that's OK with me.

The Quote:

Use sin as it will use you
it it your murderer, and the
murderer of the world...
kill it before it kills you.

- Richard Baxter


Selah (Hebrew term for stop/meditate)


My Thoughts

My first reaction to this quote was focused around the first line, which talks about "using" sin. Ultimately, at the end of the quote, we are told that by "using" sin, we are to do death do it before it deals death to us. However, it got me to thinking about the types of people who attempt to use sin in their lives to create gain for themselves here on the earthly sphere of existence. People that do things like killing each other, stealing, exploiting others and even the harnessing of the actions of other people that willingly "use" sin and trying to make a profit from it.

These people often rise to power in the public eye and are loved by some and hated by others. Unfortunately for that person, the power doesn't last forever. Eventually they are taken out; sometimes by the forces of good, sometimes by events (like dying of natural causes) and other times by the actions of another power-hungry "sin user". When I stand back and look at the way in which this happens to people, I cannot help but look at what Jesus taught us about being a servant. I mean, Jesus told us to do to others and we would want done to us and oftentimes that means we won't be trying to go over their heads or take them out. If we respect others and love them, we won't have to watch our backs or keep account of who "owes us one" or the people that we need to avoid because they think we "owe them one".

Jesus words were so simple, yet so true.


My other, more recent reflection has to do with the last line of the quote (fitting, really). This section reminds me of a song called "In the Light" (don't know who sings it), but the section in question goes like this...

The disease of self runs through my blood,
it's a cancer fatal to my soul.
All these attempts of mine have past failed,
to bring this sickness under control.

As we come to grips with who we are on our own, we realize that there is absolutely nothing that we can do to stop what we have ended up with. We have inherited the ultimate genetic disorder: slavery. Since we have no idea of what is right and wrong in and of ourselves, we are unable to take control of our lives and purge ourselves of "what we don't want to do, but do anyways" and replace it with "what we want to do, but just can't seem to get done".

A loss of control.

An utter depravity.

But there is something that we can do about it, and this is what briongs joy to my heart and keeps me ticking and trundling across this space-time continuum that we call "life". In fact, what makes it even better is that the start-up costs are absolutely minimal, while costing us everything that we have, everything that we were and anything that we had ever hoped to be. It is the ultimate in paradox: gaining everything while losing everything.

Essentially, the only way that we can rid ourselves of our genetic disorder is to be bled dry by the Great Physician. No amount of slashing our wrists or pricking ourselves is going to be able to help us, we need to come to him for everything that he can give us, while giving up the very thing which defines us. Just as we needed that tainted blood to live, it needed us. Without each other, both are doomed if no suitable replacement is found.

Unfortunately, that blood will likely find another willing victim and continue to wreak havoc on him or her until judgement is levied upon it.

Fortunately, our bled self is eligible for the transfusion that was given at the cross. With that infusion of blood comes a genetic strength that has been given to us called "freedom". Carried with our newfound freedom is the ability to do what is right; an absolutely liberating state of being that empowers us to change.

Unfortunately, our body and desires will still have trouble lining up with the transfusion, after all the only thing that it has been able to do up until now is what the old blood allowed it to do, which is what you don't want to do anymore.

This is where the "killer" part comes in. Daily, this body of ours will be wanting to do what it used to, resurrecting desires and thoughts that were once thought slain. Stalking us, leaving us to stroll along and hitting us when we are weak and vulnerable in the dark, lonely places of life. There is nothing that feels worse than being stalked, yet we are everyday. What many of us don't realize is that we are able to strike back at these desires and thoughts; it is a new feature of the blood that we have been given: the power of God through Christ Jesus. That's right, we have the ultimate in "power steering". As long as we let Jesus steer our life, he will give us that power that we need to kill sin daily and stand up over and over again, getting knocked down less often.

To all those who are reading this and have experienced what I am takling about, I charge you to continue to stand up under the pressure and to work with the body of Christ in order that the both of you will be enriched in your life. Stand firm!

To those who are reading this and have not experienced what I am talking about, continue searching for Jesus, because he is searching for you.

1.24.2006

Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Worship...

First things first, a public service announcement:

theDING wishes it to be made known that the current changes to the site are not permanent! This is just a "happy stopping place" on the road to an eventual overhaul. I do not envision myself learning enough HTML to completely author my own website in the near future, but I can figure out enough of the cryptic language to mess with the colors and such (as you can see).

However, my vision includes a title bar that includes a lighthouse (red & white in color) or a cathedral or old Gothic/Gregorian chapel of some sort. I'd like a background that is light bluish or even textured (sand if it is the lighthouse, or some kind of textured green if I find the cathedral).

If anyone can help me realize my blogging dreams without having to register for a gazillion blog services, please let me know (leave a comment so I have a hard copy). Thank you.


Now back to reality...

Today's anecdote is nothing deep and philosophical, but for just plain fun. Enjoy.

I was walking to church the other day and I was feeling kind of antsy. So, I was on the sidewalk and I came to this pine tree that had low-hanging branches loaded down with snow. As I got closer to the tree, I steeled myself to duck...then I said to myself, "Why just duck? Why not duck with style?"

With the paraphrase of that famous quote from Disney's Toy Story wafting through my head, I prepared to meet the evil tree branches head-on. The confrontation was inevitable; it was going to either be me or the tree...one of us was going to lose.

I juked,
I ducked,
I sidestepped,
I even did a twist and "bullet time" impression...

All things that would make the trainer in The Count of Monte Cristo proud.

I emerged on the other side of the branches victorious (fully aware, but not caring that had anyone watched me do that, they would think I was nuts). I was about to raise my arms in victory, when I realized that I had not fully passed all the branches. There was one branch, fully loaded, just above eye level and closing in on my face rather fast.

Then it hit me...the branch, that is.

Yes, I got snow in my hair, down my back and the people that I walked up to next asked me if it was snowing in my part of the city (city? Eston? Hah!).

Tree 1, theDING 0.

I get my revenge on the way home tonight...

1.21.2006

Bitter-sweetness

On Thursday, plans were hatched, smashed and new lines, both fuzzy and blurry, were drawn.

No, it was not "modern art" day at school.

Draft day took place on Thursday and things are looking up for the ECFHA. The league's teams have definitely undergone some evolution and the second half of the season should have all the smash-mouth action, YMCA antics and cult following that the first one proved to engender. Unfortunately, due to the fact that a large portion of the fans we had last season enrolled in the draft, attendance at games will be down slightly. However, the new influx of players may cause new people to show up at the games.

However, this old ref has definitely seen better days.

Making sure that he still had the skills to play the time-honored game, theDING went out to play on the tile at the gym and forgot to stretch. After two and a half hours of late-night intense competition, there is definite soreness in the old bones and muscles.

Despite the fact that the first levy of games for the second half of the season takes place in 29.5 hours, I am highly unmotivated to participate in my usual duties due to the irritations that I am feeling.

So tonight, I am looking at every remedy possible.

Because very soon, game time will hit.

1.19.2006

Don't Panic

Anomalous Belfry is undergoing some changes...searching for a new look...need advice...or the help of ladyraeh...or doxasky...

Hear Me Roar?

So I've been thinking...

(A very dangerous pastime, according to one of my best friends...)

I've been wondering about the manner in which I talk to people.

I know, I know, I need to explain where I seem to have picked up such a random topic, so I will tell you. As I was walking down the halls of the school one day, I saw a book called either/or. I have absolutely no idea what the book was about and the person that owned the volume was not around to tell me. However, that may have been a good thing, otherwise I might not be writing here today.

Instead, that title got me thinking about a short reading that I read in Integrative Seminar class that was an excerpt from the book I and Thou by Martin Buber. The excerpt talked about how it is virtually impossible to know who you are unless you get to know other people. And it is virtually impossible to know other people unless you have some semblance of knowing who you are.

And that got me to thinking about how I talk to other people...

If you were to stop and think about your conversations with people over the last, say, three days, how many times would the word "I" come up near the beginning of a sentence? If sentences in a conversation start with "Well, I...", "That's nice, but I" or other lines like that, we often ending up having a conversation in which we merely exchange facts with one another and fail to actually get to know another person.

Is that what we really want?

I'm challenging myself in this area over the next couple of days, to cut down on my usage of these types of sentence starters and to start having conversations where I am in it to grow in relationships and not assert my dominance or be a mere faucet of facts.

Here goes...

1.16.2006

Standing on the Brink

As I sit here, hashing away at the peripheral that others may know as a keyboard, I am thrown into the place that I visit at least 14.56 times a day, which I affectionately refer to as the "reflective zone". Being that mini-semester is over and the regular semester classes haven't officially started yet (that happens in another 5 minutes...) I am sitting here, listening to Great Big Sea, with a really interesting feeling that I haven't experienced in a while.

Let me give some background...

Over the last week, I've had a friend stay at my house (and he leaves today....*sigh*) and we've been gaming it up, talking it up and we've also done the movie thing (well, he's done the movie thing; every time I tried to watch one with him, all three attempts, I fell asleep). Anyways, having him over has been a great way to avoid the usual stress that accompanies mini-semester that I usually call down upon myself. It forced me to focus harder on the work that was absolutely necessary and to stop worrying about what wasn't. It was a great week and as all good things do, it must come to an end.

Oh well.

So I'm sitting here at my workstation, in the otherworldly state of being that has been referred to as "the twilight zone" (yes, I know that I said I was in "the reflective zone" before, but hey, the two can coexist) and listening to Great Big Sea. It's almost like I'm standing on a cliff, about to jump into the chaos that is second semester, knowing that whatever happens next will be one for the ages. But I am not, my faithful reader, just standing helplessly gazing into the deep. I know that there have been many others that have leapt before me, leaving behind who they were in exchange for who they have become - being better for the bargain.

So, here I am dancing on the cliff, waiting for my turn to take the plunge. That's right; I, theDING am on the cliff of second semester, dancing my heart out. Whatever may come has full rights to hit me in the face when I make contact with the water, but right now, I am the winner by default.

But as I close off this post, I am picking up my backpack (literally) and (figuratively) making the jump, knowing that I'm off on another adventure, flanked by my community, my friends and having full confidence in a God that goes before me, behind me, above me, below me, to my left and to my right.

*sigh*

*reaches for backpack*

1.10.2006

Slightly Cheezed

Today you have a double bonus in the post. Unfortunately, I could not remember what I was originally going to post about (hopefully it comes back to me soon; I remember it being really good).

However, I found something that allows me to make two "mini-posts" today...so buckle up!

The first half of the post is a world famous public service announcement.

theDING would like to make it known that there is intelligent life in the universe! Now I know that this may come to a bit of a shock to some of you (it was to me when I first found out about it), but I'm sure that given time, some hot soup and an overpriced psychotherapy session, that you'll be able to cope with it in time.

That's right, our esteemed Dean of Students has a blog.

Now, I've always known that our Dean of Students was an intelligent lifeform, but I had never known that he participated in the dimension known as blogging. Yes, the intrepid adventurer/hunter that we all know and love has a softer side and is able to wax eloquent about poetry while ice-fishing (only in Canada...), so I encourage you to click the link "Captain Kirk" in my links section and get this man some press.

Why Captain Kirk, you may ask? Well, it's rather simple, really. His blog is entitled "Beammeup Scotty". Given his position here at the college, his enjoyment of the millitary and the name of his blog, the nickname fits.

So make sure that you salute the captain when he passes by...

Now for the second part of my post.

I hereby dub all of you fellow bloggers that knew about the Captain's blog as scallywags. I know that most of you have been hiding his name in your links for weeks on end, but I mean seriously, why didn't any of you bother to tell me?

If you have, I apologize in advance for this rant. For those of you who never thought of telling me, I give a bit fat *pout*. I mean, I thought we were friends! Friends tell friends stuff...and things...

Oh well, 'tis better to have blogged and lost than to have never blogged at all.

*sigh*

Not Quite Lincoln...

Ya know, not much of real interest has been happening as of late, so I haven't really felt compelled to blog. However, since clicking the "create post" button on the blogger page that gets me here to the editing section, I now have two things to talk about.

Crazy how these types of things work themselves out...

Anyways, the first thing that I figured that I should let you know is that, just in case you didn't know, hear or whatever, that last Friday (January 6) was the beginning of the chuch season known as Epiphany. If you're not totally sure about what exactly Epiphany is, I highly recommend that you read the article 20 + C + M + B + 06: An Epiphany by Lauren Winner. It helps explain how the whole thing works and a neat tradition that goes along with it. It also told me that Epiphany is a season in the church calendar, not just a day. It gives me a lot more time to think about the birth of Christ and how he brought truth to us than just one day (brilliant people, them church guys...).

Anyways, one score and zero posts ago, I wrote the first post ever in this blog which is now known as "An Anomalous Belfry". I think that it would be safe to say that those of you who are reading this now have been there from the beginning, but for those of you who are reading now and haven't known about this blog since its inception, I say a hearty "Welcome" and "For all your gratitude gifts, park it in the driveway". For those who have been there during the times of fat and lean in the blogging realm, I say"Thank you" and "One day, I'll park something out back..."

Keep movin' and groovin' and I'll see ya around...

1.05.2006

A Brief Smattering of Constellatory Beauty

Another momentous occassion happened last night in the ECFHA, a milestone of sorts as the league continues to follow its mission statement, the promotion of "worthwhile hockey in the middle of nowhere". Yes, things are looking good in the realms of floor hockey.

To be honest, I was a bit worried that the league would not be able to make the switch between semesters, since we will not be starting regular season play again until the week after mini-semester. After a month without hockey, the honeymoon would kind have been over and people might have dismissed the league's overnight success as a passing fad.

But now I know that won't be the case.

Last night, the ECFHA held its first ever All-Star Game (which some people took to calling the "some-star game") due to the fact that some of our best players were unable to attend due to other engagements.

However, the thought that there would be somewhat diminished star power did not hold with the general populace of FGBC - they came out to watch the game in droves. In fact, last night was a record setting event for the ECFHA in the attendance category as about 45 people came out to watch the game. If you add the players to that mix, we end up with in the area of 55 people at the game, which is the equivalent of over half of the student population of the college (that's why we call it hockey "in the middle of nowhere").

The game was split up according to a conference-based format: The Bob Stone Conference vs. The Willard Mitchell Conference (unlike the NHL...oooh, don't even get me started...). Our match was a fast-paced affair that had the crowd cheering and hollering from beginning to end as the Bob Stone Conference took home the inaugural victory by a 6-4 margin.

Highlights of the night:

1. Despite the high score, it was definitely a goaltenders battle, with both Mike and Greg posting upwards of 40 saves apiece. There was at least 2 brilliant saves by each goalie that, had we sent them to TSN, would have made the "Higlight of the Night" nomination list.

2. Danny scoring 4 goals including the game winner.

3. A spontaneous eruption of the YMCA song with massive crowd participation during the second intermission (and yes, we got it all on tape).

4. The overall intensity of play and fierce determination showed by all those who participated.


A special thank-you is in order to Willard Mitchell and Bob Stone for coming to the game and being the honorary coaches of the teams that rally under the conference banners that bear their name. They showed a lot of class and we really appreciate their participation. Two thumbs up!

1.02.2006

For Whom the Bell Tolls...

All right, so this is my first blog entry in a long time...but that's OK, you're all still alive and kicking so at least we've still got that much in common.

Incidentally, this is also my first blog entry of the new year. And being that this is such a momentous occassion, that is what I am going to talk about...

As a Canadian society (and much of the western world...and eastern, so maybe it's more of a human thing instead of a society thing) we enjoy the celebration of a phenomenon that we call New Year's Day.

And every year, without fail, I wonder what all the fuss really is about. I mean every year (actually every day, but no one seems to notice), the clock switches over from 11:59:59 to 12:00:00. Except at this one point in the Gregorian solar calendar, everyone goes nuts; kissing each other, throwing things in the air, watching a big shiny ball descend into a large sign that boldy states the number of new year (and whatever sponsors managed to dole out the billions to put their name on the sign for their 15 seconds of fame).

Why?

New Year's is such a wierd time of existence. I cannot really explain the whole "going nuts" thing at New Year's. I mean really, it happened this year and it's bound to happen again if you manage to survive the 31,536,000 seconds between now and then. I mean, there are a lot of other things that happen once a year that are just as insignificant that don't get nearly as much press. Like December 7 is national candy floss day. So what?

I mean the clock goes tick, tick, tick and...Boom! There's another year down the toilet. I'll give you the fact that it's a transitional moment, but seriously. Do people actually enjoy the fact that its another year? Or is it another moment in time to look at profits, evading taxes, a time to get smashed or a chance to forget about all the mistakes that they have made and hope that everyone else forgot them too?

And don't get me started about New Year's resolutions... I mean they are often the most vague, quantitatiely undefineable, easily dropped promises that they make ever. I mean if you want to lose weight, quit smoking, be nicer to people or start having regular devotions, integrate it into your lifestyle and maybe, just maybe, if it isn't integrated into the fluff and insincerity that is often present at this time of the year, you might actually succeed!

Now I know that New Year's has often been a point in time where people have actually changed (for better or for worse) and if you are one of those people, good for you. Honestly, I am just commenting on the fluff and broo-hah-hah, surrounding it; I don't hate the people.

I honestly just don't get it...

Now it's your turn to comment and prove me wrong...