Tuesday, August 28, 2012

"Strength and Decency," by Theodore Roosevelt

This is a new beginning for me, teaching physical education to children. To celebrate, I present to You, o Reader of my heart, the words of a strong man made wise by Your words.
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I am particularly glad to see such a society as this [the Society of the Holy Name of Brooklyn and Long Island] flourishing as your society has flourished, because the future welfare of our nation depends upon the way in which we can combine in our men -- in our young men -- decency and strength. Just this morning when attending service on the great battleship Kearsarge I listened to a sermon addressed to the officers and enlisted men of the navy, in which the central thought was that each American must be a good man or he could not be a good citizen. And one of the things dwelt upon in that sermon was the fact that a man must be clean of mouth as well as clean of life-- must show by his words as well as by his actions his fealty to the Almighty if he was to be what we have a right to expect from men wearing the national uniform. We have good Scriptural authority for the statement that it is not what comes into a man's mouth but hat goes out of it that counts [for cleanliness/goodliness]. I am not addressing weaklings, or I should not take the trouble to come here. I am addressing strong, vigorous men, who are engaged in the active hard work of life; and  life to be worth living must be a life of activity and hard work. I am speaking to men engaged in the hard, active work of life, and therefore to men who will count for good or for evil. 

It is peculiarly incumbent upon you who have strength to set a right example to others. I ask you to remember that you cannot retain your self-respect if you are loose and foul of tongue, that a man who is to lead a clean and honorable life must inevitably suffer if his speech likewise is not clean and honorable. Every man here knows the temptations that beset all of us in this world. At times any man will slip. I do not expect perfection, but I do expect genuine and sincere effort toward being decent and cleanly in thought, in word, and in deed. As I said at the outset, I hail the work of this society as typifying one of those forces which tend to the betterment and uplifting of our social system. Out whole effort should be toward securing a combination of the strong qualities with those qualities which we term virtues. I expect you to be strong. I would not respect you if you were not. I do not want to see Christianity professed only by weaklings; I want to see it a moving spirit among men of strength. I do not expect you to lose one particle of your strength or courage by being decent. On the contrary, I should hope to see each man who is a member of this society, from his membership in it become all the fitter to do the rough work of the world; all the fitter to work in time of peace; and if, which may Heaven forfend, war should come, all the fitter to fight in time of war. I desire to see in this country the decent men strong and the strong men decent, and until we get that combination in pretty good shape we are not going to be by any means as successful as we should be. There is always a tendency among very young men and among boys who are not quite young men as yet to think that to be wicked is rather smart; to think it shows that they are men. Oh, how often you see some young fellow who boasts that he is going to "see life," meaning by that that he is going to see that part of life which it is a thousandfold better should remain unseen! I ask that every man here constitute himself his brother's keeper by setting an example to that younger brother which will prevent him from getting such a false estimate of life. Example is the most potent of all things. If any one of you in the presence of younger boys, and especially the younger people of our own family, misbehave yourself, if you use coarse and blasphemous language before them, you can be sure that these younger people will follow your example and not your precept. It is no use to preach to them if you do not act decently yourself. You must feel that the most effective way in which you can preach is by your practice. 

As I was driving up here a friend who was with us said that in his experience the boy who went out into life with a foul tongue was apt so to go because his kinsfolk, at least his intimate associates, themselves had foul tongues. The father, the elder brothers, the friends, can do much toward seeing that the boys as they become men become clean and honorable men. 

I have told you that I wanted you not only to be decent, but to be strong. These boys will not admire virtue of a merely anaemic type. They believe in courage, in manliness. They admire those who have the quality of being brace, the quality of facing life as life should be faced, the quality that must stand at the root of good citizenship in peace or in war. If you are to be effective as good Christians you must possess strength and courage, or your example will count for little with the young, who admire strength and courage. I want to see you, the men of the Holy Name Society, you who embody the qualities which the younger people admire, by your example give those young people the tendency, the trend, in the right direction; and remember that this example counts in many other ways besides cleanliness of speech. I want to see each young fellow able to do a man's work in the world, and of a type which will not permit imposition to be practiced upon him. I want to see him too strong of spirit to submit to wrong, and, on the other hand, ashamed to do wrong to others. I want to see each man able to hold his own in the rough work of actual life outside, and also, when he is at home, a good man, unselfish in dealing with wife, or mother, or children. Remember that the preaching does not count if it is not backed up by practice. There is no good in your preaching to your boys to be brace if you run away. There is no good in your preaching to them to tell the truth if you do not. There is no good in your preaching to them to be unselfish if they see you selfish with your wife, disregardful of others. We have a right to expect that you will come together in meetings like this; that you will march in processions; that you will join in building up such a great and useful association as this; and, even more, we have a right to expect that in your own homes and among your own associates you will prove by your deeds that yours is not a lip-loyalty merely; that you show in actual practice the faith that is in you. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Dichotomies

A dichotomy is pitting one thing against another. Two things. No more, no less. One or the other. Ain't no option C.

I like dichotomies. The problem with them is that they are often false. A false dichotomy is a problem with one of the lines of reasoning, or (usually) that truly a third option exists yet out of the thinker's grasp which best sums up the possibilities of a situation.

Here's a good example of a false dichotomy.

Assuming "a god-force" created the universe, humans exist.
Humans are wicked, as a result of something.
This earth, as a result, is full of corruption.

If this "god" is powerful, why does he not stop the evils?
If this "god" is merciful, why doesn't he try or seem to want to? 

(Actually, I don't like that one. It fails too easily, and I can't really distinguish the two options.)

I'll just use the "Problem of Sin" as an example instead.

a. Assuming the Christian viewpoint of creation, life, the universe, and everything,
b. GOD is almighty
c. and loving.
d. Sin exists.

The un-believer concludes that either
1. God ain't all powerful, since sin and the effects of the fall obviously aren't contained to this day (snort.) OR
2. God ain't all good, since a good God would want to clean up ALL the messes and stop ALL bad things, right?
when really the third option is the best fit with reality:
3. GOD Almighty is strong and loving, therefore He has a good and powerful reason for sin to be. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Kofola

I miss the Czech Republic. The smells, the feel of cobblestones under bare feet, the taste of beer, hunting wild boars (Mongolian style!), and teaching little kids about Jesus are a few of the things I miss.

But I miss the people too: the kids and their parents and the strange old man who's tanner than most black guys I know and always walks around with super short shorts, even in the snowing winter. They're all full of heartache. Even (especially?) the Christians.

At the "Missions in the Czech Republic" presentation given at Branch of Hope this past Sunday evening, Mr. and Mrs. Farnik told us just how desperately needy their country is. He told us there are about 80-90 Reformed Christians. Total. That's less than Westminster OPC's congregation.

Maybe it was the Tylenol and Theraflu I took, or maybe it was the mission presentation + English Camp application, or maybe it was just heartache that I dreamt a short dream about the Czech Republic last night.

I came to in a shop along the busy tourist-trap area beyond Charles Bridge. You know, one of those ones with the things hanging on the wall at head height? Well, instead of hats or chess sets or beer mugs or whatever, they were taps. For beer or kofola or coca-cola or whatever. Not water-- too expensive. Anyways, maybe I was applying for a job there, because I kept asking the owner questions, en anglecky, because I kept forgetting my functional Czech vocabulary. I really wanted a drink of kofola, though...

I'm finishing my English Camp application, but I haven't the slightest idea on how to teach English. I'm going to have to send another request to my church's session, because we transferred our membership. The way we transferred seems a lot like how my parents got divorced. A lot of zipping the lip and paperwork and awkwardness. 

Kharis

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!
I once as lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.

"What's so amazing about grace?" began one of the pastors of last year's bible study at CCM Irvine. "We sing it all the time, and we praise God for His grace, but what's so crazy and special about it?"

He proceeded to explain how it's always grace that saves us. Here's the outline I constructed:

Payment of Sin's Penalty - Parting of Sin's Power - Purging of Sin's Presence
Justification - Sanctification - Glorification
Past - Present - Future
Grace - Grace - Grace

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come;
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me. His Word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be as long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil a life of joy and peace.

The world shall soon dissolve like snow, the sun refuse to shine;
but God, who called me here below, shall be forever mine.

When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun,
we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we'd first begun. 

Your grace is enough.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Locke and Key

I don't know much about John Locke the philosopher, so this post won't revolve around him, even though, being a philosopher, he probably would posthumously enjoy it a little bit too much. Idolatrous, even. He, being a philosopher, probably had funky ideas on religion, and I'm sure that his works altered the thought of the revolutionary era of Europe/N. America of the 16-18th centuries. He, being a philosopher, produced stuff in a reactionary fashion: his theory of "tabula rasa," where infants are born without innate ideas, was much a knee-jerk reaction from the reigning thought of the day. (He isn't correct here, reader.) His theories of the mind being based off of memory + perception, nothing more or less, have been recurring themes in many different fields of my study. However, this post isn't about 'im.

This post also isn't about my good friend, Christopher Locke. He would not appreciate it anyways, because he is a wiser man than I, who, knowing that publication and attention and praise can be fodder for pride, carefully guards his heart. His humility astonishes me, and he is a joy to my life. However, this post isn't about him.

This post is about locks; I just thought it would be fun to try to incorporate one of these guys. I'm not. Ergo, no fun is. Pooey.

Why do we have locks? And why do we have keys?

Duh, Joseph. To keep people and things in and out of places.


That's true. But is there not something more to locks and keys than that? Is it a matter of privacy? Of security? Of courtesy? Of separating "in-groups" and "out-groups?" Are they status symbols? Are they paperweights that fall out of shallow pockets? Are they about an ounce or two of metal? Or have I simply forgotten, and locking doors behind me has just become a force of habit?

Well, yeah. Probably most of those things. 


Let's see what the Bible has to say about some locks and keys:

"I also say to you that you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build My church; and the gates of Hades will not overpower it. I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven; and whatever you bind on earth shall have been bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall have been loosed in heaven."
Matthew 16:18-19 NASB


When I saw Him, I fell at His feet like a dead man. And He placed His right hand on me, saying "Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living One; and I became dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of death and of Hades.'
Revelation 1:18 NASB


Firstly, just to get it out of the way, the verb Jesus uses for the second half of His promise to Peter is έσται λελυμένον, which is the future perfect passive tense, which is just beautiful. If the English as translated by the New American Standard isn't clear enough (it captures the meaning pretty well), I'll expound: Jesus is saying that what Peter "looses on earth" will (future tense) be done (passive voice) [with lasting result--nuance of perfect tense] in heaven. That's scary. Church discipline is serious business.

Speakin'a-which. Tangent: Calvin says I grow too serious. Rachel's scared of me as a result. But neither of them realize that lots of things (e.g.--discipline) can be completely saddening and completely joyous. It is good and just for a criminal to die for his crimes, but this doesn't mean I won't mourn his sin and its consequence, and that I wouldn't pray for his life and soul. It brings tears to my eyes to contemplate having to spank a consistently and stubbornly disobedient child, but it also gladdens me to think that I can be instrumental in the positive development of this child's character, even if (s)he would despise me for a season.

Locks.

I remember when my cousin Tommy got a new car and handed Barbie the white '98 Malibu down to me. I wasn't as excited as I should have been. But I did begin to wear my keys on my pant belt loop. (It's actually a great way to hold them on one's pants, but to a 17 year old, it was a showcase and a jingle-strut. I anticipate Calvin to follow.) It was a problem. I still wear them there, but that's mainly because I'm not very keen on the idea of being cognizant of my pockets' ingredients. It's almost like wedding planning-- the phone and the sunglasses DEFINITELY can't sit next to the keys. They'd be scratching at each others' throats, nails and all! We'll just put the glasses next to the wallet and the chapstick with the keys. Yeah, that'll work.


Keys.

In fact, when Mom took me car shopping again this year, I got the final word on cosmetic details, AGAIN. Now, instead of picking another white Hyundai, I chose silver. (And it's NOT BECAUSE I WANT MY CAR TO LOOK DIFFERENT THAN CALVIN'S. Insecure much? Nah. I've got better things to be insecure about. About which to be insecure.) I chose silver because the silver Sonata came with a different key-- one that didn't place the emergency panic button directly opposite the "hold-down-for-ten-seconds-to-open-the-trunk" button.

Speakin'a-which: I need to name the Sonata. I was thinking of one of the names of the famous sonatas, like "Moonlight," "Pastoral," or "Tempest," but (thanks to Wikipedia) I've fallen upon one credited to four composers who named it "the F-A-E sonata," based upon the German phrase "Frei aber einsam" (Free but lonely) which was the life-motto of the violinist Joseph Joachim. Crappy life-motto, if you ask me, but the acronym fits with the first thing taught to Psychology students: the F.A.E.- the Fundamental Attribution Error. Basically, it tells students to be patient and don't judge people's character based on singular actions, since they're much more likely the case to be caused by some sort of situational or temporary anomaly. Maybe that guy is late to work, and that's why he cut me off on the freeway. Maybe I shouldn't shoot his tires out.


Keys.

Jesus has the keys of life and death. He shuts one door to some, and opens the same to others. He says that not one of His own will be lost. Ain't nobody going in the wrong door.

Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life.

Jesus is the gate. He is the Good Shepherd of the LORD who lays down His life for His sheep. He sleeps in the gap, so His sheep won't flee from their Safety and so that wolves may not terrorize them.

Jesus is the key of David, who leaves perfected verbs in His wake.

Jesus condemns the Pharisees lastly in Luke's account of His "Woe's!" for "taking away the key of knowledge;" for they "did not enter, and [they] hindered those who were entering" (Luke 11:52 NASB).

Jesus commends the Philadelphians for keeping His word, and promises to place before them "an open door which no one can shut." His promise is guaranteed because Jesus is "He who is holy, who is true, who has the key of David, who opens and no one will shut, and who shuts and no one opens" (Revelation 3:8, 7b).

Thus, Jesus is the fulfillment of the prophecy of the valley of vision of Isaiah 22 and the promise of the key of David to Eliakim, son of Hilkiah, father to the inhabitants of Jerusalem.

But why do we have to have locks??

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

"Tell Me What You See"

Tangential dream: I dreamt a couple days ago that I was loosing my teeth, which was quite alarming. I assume it would be quite painful, especially if they were knocked out. I know I lost a couple of my lower molars, and one of my upper incisors got chipped, much like Paul McCartney's front tooth was chipped once in a car accident. I think that's why it seems fitting to insert this dream here. I'll have to find the music video in which McCartney has got a crooked smile because of his tooth.

Success! Here is the music video of The Beatles' song "Rain," and at 00:40, you can see Paul's chipped front tooth. I've heard that nerves don't extend quite that far into our teeth (how painful would eating be if they did?!), but my dream sure hurt a lot.
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If you let me take your heart I will prove to you
we will never be apart, if I'm part of you.


{Open up your eyes now; tell Me what you see.
It is no surprise now; what you see is Me.}


Big and black the clouds may be; time will pass away.
If you put your trust in Me, I'll make bright your day. 


Look into These eyes now; tell Me what you see. 
Don't you realize now? What you see is me.


Tell Me what you see!


Listen to me one more time. How can I get through?
Can't you try to see that I'm trying to get to you?


{Open up your eyes now; tell Me what you see.
It is no surprise now; what you see is Me.}


Tell Me what you see!



Listen to me one more time. How can I get through?
Can't you try to see that I'm trying to get to you?


{Open up your eyes now; tell Me what you see.
It is no surprise now; what you see is Me.}
---The Beatles, "Tell Me What You See" (Help!)

Let Your Love Be Strong / Your Love Is Strong

By: Switchfoot (Oh! Gravity), Jon Foreman (Spring).

In this world of news, I found nothing new; I found nothing pure. Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that Truth could be fact and form: that love could be a verb; maybe I'm just a little misinformed. As the dead moon rises and the freeways sigh, let the trains watch over the tides and the mists, spinning circles in our skies tonight; let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles. Maybe our stars are unanimously tired.


Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down. 
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thundercloud.
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes.
All of my world--hanging on Your love.

Let the wars begin. Let my strength wear thin. Let my fingers crack. Let my world fall apart. Train the monkeys on my back to fight. Let it start tonight. When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground, falling down like broken satellites,

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down.
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thundercloud.
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes. 
All of my world--hanging on...
All of my life--resting on Your love.

Heavenly Father, You always amaze me. Let Your kingdom come in my world and in my life. Give me the food I need to live through today. Forgive me as I forgive the people that wrong me. Lead me far from temptation. Deliver me from the evil one.

I look out the window: the birds are composing. Not a note is out of tune or out of place.
I walk to the meadow and stare at the flowers, better dressed than any girl on her wedding day.
So why do I worry? Why do I freak out? God knows what I need; You know what I need.

Your love is, Your love is, Your love is strong.
Your love is, Your love is, Your love is strong. 
Your love is, Your love is, Your love is strong. 

The kingdom of the heavens is now advancing. Invade my heart; invade this broken town.
The kingdom of the heavens is buried treasure. Would you sell yourself to buy the One you found?
Two things You told me: You are strong and You love me. Yes, You love me...

Your love is, Your love is, Your love is strong. 
Your love is, Your love is, Your love is strong. 
Your love is, Your love is, Your love is strong. 
Our God in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name above all names!
Your kingdom come; Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven!
Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us weary sinners!
Lead us far away from our vices and deliver us from these prisons!

Now unto him who is able.

I was a fool. (Still am, just less of one and not in this regard)

In church, when I was young...

Commence rabbit trail: Isn't it dumb when people use that phrase "when I was young" in reference to other persons in their same generation? Therefore,
Resolved: to use the comparative form of adjectives more often when appropriate. 


...younger, the pastors supplying the pulpit in Costa Mesa would often end with one of these three benedictions, found respectively at the end of Jude, and also the ends of Romans 16 and Ephesians 3.

Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy, to the only God our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, glory, majesty, dominion and authority, before all time and now and to all the ages. Amen. 
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Now to Him who is able to establish you according to my [Paul] gospel and the preaching of Jesus Christ, according to the revelation of the mystery which has been kept secret for long ages past, but now is manifested, and by the Scriptures of the prophets, according to the commandment of the eternal God, has been made known to all the nations, to obedience of faith; be the glory forever. Amen.
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Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen. 


Now, the explanation of my foolishness.

I always thought of these benedictions as challenges-- calls for the members of Christ to rise up and be those men who are able to do these things, to receive glory and authority and stuff. Mercifully, I've been taught better since the days of my youthly youth.

I've thought about why I do this. Why do I tap on a keyboard into the ether? I know in my head that the words aren't lost-- that God sees my feeble words, besides whoever reads this. But do I write to myself? Well, sure. But do I write for myself? Sometimes, yeah. Therefore,

Resolved: to write not for my name's sake, but for my namesake's sake.


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EDIT 08/03/12:

In conclusion:

Yet for this reason I found mercy, so that in me as the foremost [of sinners], Jesus Christ might demonstrate His perfect patience as an example for those destined to believe in Him for eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen. 
-I Timothy 1:16-17 NASB