Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Monday, January 9, 2012

Spirit Sundays!

I was going through some old files and came across this message I wrote on 9/7/11. I don't really know why I didn't post it then. Any way if you like the idea presented in the last paragraph let me know and I whack together a little something for our entertainment.

"This is the most important up-date you will read. It's soo important I'm alerting you on faceBook.

"Shipmates,
How could I have an up-date now you might ask...

"Well, I actually got this information confirmed about nine months ago. I waited to see if you really needed to know this and now I think you do.

"A lot of you have marked my utter lack of surprise at any announcement made by the owners of the ship, especially the ones relating to mission extensions. I'm not surprised because I know this mission will last at least three full years. That's a prophesy from God. I'm telling you this so you can adjust your expectations. Some of you may need to bail soon. Some of you really need to stop thinking and enjoy the ride.

"Note: if They put us back on double missions then they have to feed us. "Free" food = party. It's all in our attitude. I, for one, advocate silliness and am looking forward to it.

"On a related note: Spirit Sunday schedule will be available on Google calendars if you want in let me know. We'll be starting early with a high-five competition."

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Fate vs. Choice

A friend of mine posed a question about fate vs. choice in regard to marriage saying that, your views on the subject would reflect your view of God. Now, I've struggled with this fate vs. choice thing in a different area of my life, namely my career. I don't know if fate or choice dominated. Yes, I chose to ignore some opportunities. I chose the field of study I pursued. I'm not working in retail or food service, stereotypical fall back professions. Nor do I think I'd ever choose that or that it's purely my choice.

I don't feel I chose this path, like sitting down and saying, "plus column, minus column..." In fact, I didn't want to be in the arts. It pays so lousy, the hours suck and hardly anyone is paying attention anyway. Could I change industries? You bet. I'd go into HR somewhere or project management. Would I be just as happy? How should I know? (Maybe I'll find out) I think in a Christian's life, a life commanded by God, fate and choice work together. God presents us with a series of decisions that lead to our fate. Not being able to make both decisions at the same time to know what the outcome would be limits us in knowing whether it even mattered what decision we made. But God in his omniscience can read our lives like a history.

We can't see it that way. We control so little in our lives. We see fate or choice and think they are mutually exclusive. But perhaps, some things are fate and others choice and that it would be different for each person.

The reason we control so little, going back to that idea, is that, there are other people out there making decisions that effect our lives. I have no control over them and you have no control over me or them. The only person I have control over is myself. This is humbling. Humans don't like to be humbled. Humans tend to fight because they want control. But they can only enjoy the illusion of it. They, we, can never really posses it. At best it's on loan. If you are a good steward of power it will be with you as long as you need it. If not you're Gaddafi and that isn't pretty.

Another interpretation of fate vs. choice has to do with a persons basic feeling toward Humanity. One who ascribes to fate is pessimistic toward Man. For Man is incapable of making a decision independent of a predetermined plan. Therefore nothing is left to his actual control. One who ascribes to choice, on the other hand, is optimistic toward Man. For choice would have it that not only is Man capable of deciding what to do but that he is an active participant in the shape of his life.

I've noticed when I make a certain type of decision I have a feeling of rightness. Like duh, this was the only thing I could do. What is that? Is it fate or me being a cleaver smart ass? I, like most people, don't analyze my decisions unless something went terribly wrong or some one makes me. The feeling of rightness could be ascribed to my brilliance or to benevolent outside forces or a combination. Which is likely? All of it. Why not?

I realize that as a Christian I believe my brilliance comes from God making me out to be a fatalist. This may be true. But we'd still have the problem of evil to wrestle with. Ah, there is always some thing to think about. I'll leave evil for another day.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

About Three Years Ago

I was rushed by a dog today a German Shepherd of some sort very aggressive freaked me out luckily there was a guy working in a yard next to me with a pick ax. Still it was touch and go there for a bit. Me thinking,"don't make eye contact, don't move." Every time I moved the dog would freak out. So, I'm standing there thinking, "You can't touch me. I'm in my God bubble. Go away." All this time the guy with the pick ax is watching the dog and getting ready to kill it for me. Lord! I was glad when the thing calmed down and I could get away. I hate dogs.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Jem talked to me

It saddens me, mildly, that Smilax is too proud to admit her fault. Jem talked to me today and told me how things are. It was clear to me when we had our last encounter that Smilax would shut me out.

Oh Smilax, your too proud to admit you need my help. You made a decision? It was your idea? Please. Really? You're not listening at all. You are unwilling to trust me or any one, including God (who you claim to trust.) You didn't pray with me. You didn't give me a chance! I'm deeply wounded.

Are you afraid of me? I couldn't live under your oppression. I was tiered of being afraid. I'm leaving it behind. Things are clearing up. That's why I tried to get you to listen. I'm not the only one who's tired of you. The rest remain silent to your face because they are afraid.

My father says I'm too conscientious. Perhaps that's true. At least my integrity is intact. At least no one will accuse me of mediocrity. I'm not two-faced or fake. These are things I've heard of you.

Are you a success if you're miserable?

I know it's your choice to be miserable. There isn't a thing to be done about it. Because you think you can take care of it yourself. Everything's under control. Ha! That's a joke, a lie. You don't control anything. You can't even control yourself. I know. I've watched you.

Until you get over yourself there's no help. You will call me I won't call you. I won't even write to you. You wouldn't understand anyway.