Medicine of Immortality "It's a cold, and it's a broken, 'Hallelujah!'"

Posted by Rick on October 30th, 2002

Synod of Blogdom

Last night’s Synod of Blogdom was a night of revelry.

Posted by Rick on October 30th, 2002

Undulations

Chapter 8 of The Screwtape Letters speaks of the undulations of life. Father McMahon brought an interesting point about wave imagery in that chapter that speaks of peaks and troughs. When you’re in the trough, all you can see is the big wave about to hit you. Hm.

Posted by Rick on October 30th, 2002

Humans are Amphibians

Screwtape tells us, “Humans are amphibians—half spirit and half animal…As spirits they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time.”

Have you ever thought about how this relates to the divide of sacred and secular? We often either want to be spiritual, i.e. getting alone from all earthly things, ya know like people…or we want to be earthly, and live in the flesh. We have embraced the lie.

Posted by Rick on October 30th, 2002

Uncertainty

MY DEAR WORMWOOD,
I am delighted to hear that your patient’s age and profession make it possible, but by no means certain, that he will be called up for military service. We want him to be in the maximum uncertainty, so that his mind will be filled with contradictory pictures of the future, every one of which arouses hope or fear. There is nothing like suspense and anxiety for barricading a human’s mind against the enemy. He wants men to be concerned with what they do; our business is to keep them thinking about what will happen to them.
...Your affectionate Uncle,
SCREWTAPE

Today I sat with eight men between the ages fifty and seventy-five. When we came to this chapter of The Screwtape Letters, they just about skipped over it, saying it was about war. But for someone my age, it hit home. I waited til the end of the meeting to bring it up. I had wanted to scold them for being so blind to my needs. I am not saying it is all about me; I am only one of nine. But it made me realize how older people sometimes forget what it is like to be my age. And if they forget that, they forget how to minister to people my age. For me, uncertainty is the biggest barricade in my life. It isn’t lust. It isn’t pride…as much as those are the major vices of those my age, uncertainty is the greatest wall between God and me. Everything is up in the air for me at this point in my life. Who will I marry? I hope Rachel, but I don’t know for certain at this point. Where will I be living in five years? What will I be doing? How will I afford it? What about this war? Are they going to call me up? And so on and so forth.

Posted by Rick on October 29th, 2002

Fonts

I hear a lot of complaining about fonts lately. What font do you like? Which do you hate? I like Palatino.

Posted by Rick on October 29th, 2002

Leave no doubt

Actions speak so much louder than words.

Posted by Rick on October 29th, 2002

Idiot Sighting

I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, “Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?” To which I replied, “If it was without my knowledge, how would I know? ” He smiled knowingly and nodded, “That’s why we ask.”

Posted by Rachel on October 29th, 2002

SNOW!

I was laying awake in bed, praying… then thinking to myself. Then, as I caught a glimpse of the night sky out my bedroom window, I also noticed white flakes floating dreamily down. It’s SNOWING!

Posted by Rachel on October 28th, 2002

The waltzy-sway

Ya know those waltzes that just have that BOOM ching-ching attitude about them? I’m listening to a celtic tune with that beat, and I started swaying so hard that I fell off my chair! Dude.

Posted by Rachel on October 28th, 2002

Is it wrong….

To dream of the unreal, of the unlived, of the unknown, and to pretend that you live inside its world, for just a day? Just a day. I want to slip outside this world and into the unlived, to make it alive for only one day. Then it will die and fade again as reality greets me again in stronger splendor.