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  • Thursday

    Oooh oooh
    Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooh Aye.
    Aye, aye...

    7 AM, slidin' down the Bifrost,
    Gotta look cut, gotta go to Earth,
    Mortal form weak, I require sustenance!
    Gotta eat Pop-Tarts, gotta smash coffee cups
    Gotta get down to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base,
    Gotta fight through thugs,
    I see Mjölnir.

    Hittin' with my right fist,
    Punchin' with my left fist:
    Gotta make my mind up,
    Which fist should I use?

    It's Thursday, Thursday,
    Gotta battle, it's Thursday,
    Everyone's looking to be king of Asgard.
    Thursday, Thursday,
    Get knocked out on Thursday,
    Everybody's looking for my lightning hammer.
    Uppercut, Uppercut (Huzzah!)
    Uppercut, Uppercut (Huzzah!)
    Punch, punch, punch, punch
    Looking for my lightning hammer.

    7:45, we're drinking in the bar,
    Chugging so fast, that it makes the tides.
    Beer, beer, think about beer,
    Learning 'bout the Boilermaker.
    Drinkin' to make his ancestors proud,
    This old nerd on my right.
    Better drive this old man home.
    I need a horse.

    Hittin' with my right fist,
    Punchin' with my left fist:
    Gotta make my mind up,
    Which fist should I use?

    It's Thursday, Thursday,
    Gotta battle, it's Thursday,
    Everyone's looking to be king of Asgard.
    Thursday, Thursday,
    Get knocked out on Thursday,
    Everybody's looking for my lightning hammer.
    Uppercut, Uppercut (Huzzah!)
    Uppercut, Uppercut (Huzzah!)
    Punch, punch, punch, punch
    Looking for my lightning hammer.

    Yesterday was Odin's-day.
    Today it is Thor's day.
    We-we-we so berserkr,
    We so berserkr.
    We gonna smash some giants today.

    Tomorrow is Frigg's day,
    And Tyr's day was a couple days ago.
    I don't want this pantheon to end.


    (If you ask me, Marvel's cinema department missed a great marketing opportunity here.)

  • Making Sense of Ancestry

    Most of my family are second- or third-generation immigrants.  On my father's side, my grandmother came over from Italy when she was nine, while my grandfather's parents came over to start a bakery in Brooklyn--and to have that bakery set afire because they wouldn't pay protection money to the Mafia--before he was born.  The same goes for my mother's side.  My maternal grandmother, daughter of German immigrants, married an Allied soldier; her aunt, however, still living in Germany, had married a Nazi soldier (who died in the war).

    I have only a single branch of the family that have been here for any length of time.  A few years back, my mother did some genealogical digging, and found that one family--the Lehrs--had immigrated to America earlier, because Charles Lehr served in the Cavalry (New York) during the Civil War.  (The Lehrs would have been my grandfather's mother's mother's parents, I believe.)

    When you're tracing things that far back, what sense of one's ancestor can one get?  I know next to nothing of Charles Lehr.  Three things my family passed down to me.  He was a German immigrant; he served in the cavalry; he had a horse shot from under him in a duel.

    It's only recently that I've questioned any of the story.  I may be five generations removed, but I've read the right sort of books, and that last part always confused me.  One doesn't fight duels from horseback.  I wonder if the last two stories ran together: perhaps it was originally "He served in the cavalry and had a horse shot from under him; he fought a duel."  That makes more sense.

    How many of the little stories of ancestry that get passed down to us are blurred and distorted with time?  A six-millennia-long game of Telephone is the history of the human race.

    Some other time I'll tell you how my grandfather's brother ran away from home when he was sixteen and joined the Texas Rangers (law enforcement, not sports team).  But that's another story.

  • Pursuing Wisdom (Sermon Notes)

    I was privileged to be asked to deliver the closing talk--really, the Sunday Sermon--at my church's annual retreat this year.  The whole weekend was on the book of Proverbs, and the theme was "Mining for gold."  Really, my talk had to be one part recap, one part something new, and one part bring-it-all-home.  This is what I ended up with, with a little timely help.

    Please understand that these are just my notes--there were a lot of little segues and stories inbetween these talking points that I just don't write down.  If something seems a little incoherent, ask and I'll see if I can explain it.

    Brief Recap:

    The Choices laid out before us.

                The roads diverge, and we must choose which one to take.

                           

                So many options

                            And so many look like the right choice.

    Imagine yourself a miner during the Gold Rush era.  You've sunk your life savings into this venture, and desperately need it to return some profit.  But one day, as you dig, you encounter chunks of a yellowish mineral.  "Gold, I found gold!," you shout.  Or is it?

    [Hold up piece of fool's gold]

                Many people were fooled by pyrite.  Captain John Smith (of Pocahontas fame)      mistakenly sent an entire shipload of pyrite to London in the early 1600s.

     

    Lady Wisdom and Madame Folly, calling out in the streets and markets

                                        like popcorn vendors at a baseball game.

    Proverbs 8:1-6

     1 Does not wisdom call out?
       Does not understanding raise her voice?
    2 At the highest point along the way,
       where the paths meet, she takes her stand;
    3 beside the gate leading into the city,
       at the entrance, she cries aloud:
    4 “To you, O people, I call out;
       I raise my voice to all mankind.
    5 You who are simple, gain prudence;
       you who are foolish, set your hearts on it.
    6 Listen, for I have trustworthy things to say;
       I open my lips to speak what is right.

    Proverbs 9:3-6

    3 She has sent out her servants, and she calls
       from the highest point of the city,
     4 “Let all who are simple come to my house!”
    To those who have no sense she says,
     5 “Come, eat my food
       and drink the wine I have mixed.
    6 Leave your simple ways and you will live;
       walk in the way of insight.”

    Proverbs 9:13-18

    13 Folly is an unruly woman;
       she is simple and knows nothing.
    14 She sits at the door of her house,
       on a seat at the highest point of the city,
    15 calling out to those who pass by,
       who go straight on their way,
     16 “Let all who are simple come to my house!”
    To those who have no sense she says,
     17 “Stolen water is sweet;
       food eaten in secret is delicious!”
    18 But little do they know that the dead are there,
       that her guests are deep in the realm of the dead.

     

    The dueling callers: Lady Wisdom and Madame Folly, vying for the attention of the simple and the senseless.

     

    We encounter so much that looks like wisdom, but turns out to not be at all.

                            False proverbs: "God helps those…"

                            "Worldly Wiseman" from Pilgrim's Progress

                                        Advises Christian to ignore his burden, stay in the City

                Proverbs 14:12, 16:25 – A way which seems right to a person, but leads to death.

    1 Corinthians 1

    18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 19 For it is written: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate.” 20 Where is the wise person? Where is the teacher of the law? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?

    1 Corinthians 2

    6 We do, however, speak a message of wisdom among the mature, but not the wisdom of this age or of the rulers of this age, who are coming to nothing. 7 No, we declare God’s wisdom, a mystery that has been hidden and that God destined for our glory before time began.

                            There is counterfeit wisdom out there, wisdom of this age.

     

     

    How do you recognize a counterfeit?  Through intense familiarity with the real thing.

    So let's get to know Lady Wisdom: who is she?

     

    God as the source of real wisdom   (Proverbs 8:22 – The LORD possessed me in the beginning)

                Fear of the Lord is the beginning  (Tell story: first verse memorized)

                            Proverbs 1:7 – The fear of the LORD [is] the beginning of knowledge:                                             [but] fools despise wisdom and instruction.

                            2:6 -- For the LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth [cometh]                                                        knowledge and understanding.

                            9:10 -- The fear of the LORD [is] the beginning of wisdom: and the                                                 knowledge of the holy [is] understanding.

                            15:33 -- The fear of the LORD [is] the instruction of wisdom; and before                                         honour [is] humility.

     

    True Wisdom is an integral part of what this world is.

                God created the world using wisdom.

                            Proverbs 3:19 – the LORD by wisdom founded the earth, and by

                                        understanding established the heavens.

                            Jeremiah 10:12, 51:15 – He made the earth by his power, he established

                                        the world by his wisdom, and stretched out the heavens by his

                                        understanding/discretion.

                            Proverbs 8:12-31

                                        Wisdom has been with God since the beginning, putting the world

                                        in place.

    22 “The LORD possessed me at the beginning of his work,

    the first of his acts of old.

    23 Ages ago I was set up,

    at the first, before the beginning of the earth.

    24 When there were no depths I was brought forth,

    when there were no springs abounding with water.

    25 Before the mountains had been shaped,

    before the hills, I was brought forth,

    26 before he had made the earth with its fields,

    or the first of the dust of the world.

    27 When he established the heavens, I was there;

    when he drew a circle on the face of the deep,

    28 when he made firm the skies above,

    when he established the fountains of the deep,

    29 when he assigned to the sea its limit,

    so that the waters might not transgress his command,

    when he marked out the foundations of the earth,

    30 then I was beside him, like a master workman,

    and I was daily his delight,

    rejoicing before him always,

    31 rejoicing in his inhabited world

    and delighting in the children of man.

     

                God created the "principles by which the world customarily works," and wisdom

                applies those principles to life.

                            "If God created the world according to wisdom, then there is a fabric, a

                            pattern, to reality…  If wisdom made the world, then wisdom can perceive

                            to a degree, that pattern, and live in accordance with it, and live therefore

                            wisely…  [Example: aerodynamics]   Foolishness is going against the                                  grain, or the weave, or the structure, the pattern that God put into Creation,              and it always leads to breakdown."                --Timothy Keller

    This is true in all the fields that Wisdom addresses: political, social, economic, philosophical

    Proverbs 8:15-16 – "By me kings reign, and princes issue decrees that are just; by me princes rule, and nobles, even all the judges of the earth."


    Why is Wisdom personified as a woman?

     

    Some take this personification very seriously: they believe there actually is a conscious entity, even a goddess, that is God's wisdom.  No only is that shaky theological ground, I think that may be taking a poetic device a little too seriously.

                Wordsworth wrote a sonnet that addresses the long-dead John Milton:

                "Milton, thou shouldst be living in this hour."  I don't think this meant

                that Wordsworth thought Milton could actually hear him.

                            Nor did Emily Dickinson think that Death actually had a literal carriage.

                                        Nor did Shakespeare, in his 116th Sonnet, when he wrote "Love's

                                        not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending

                                        sickle's compass come," necessarily think that Time is an actual

                                        person with an actual sickle.

    Anyone interested in learning more about poetic devices is welcome to take my ENG 102

    class at [college] next Fall.

     

    However, I do believe there is an important symbolic reason why Solomon personifies Wisdom as a woman.

     

    Remember his audience: the book of Proverbs would have been studied by young Jewish boys, under the guidance of a rabbi.

                Remember all the paternal appeals: "My son, listen to my instruction…"

                            Remember all the warnings against the Adulteress, probably the same

                            character as the personified Folly.  (Proverbs 7:6-27, story of those

                            seduced by the adulteress)

     

    Maybe Wisdom is personified as a woman because she is presented to the original audience—young men--as a lover, the counterpart to the adulterous Folly.

     

    4 Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
       and to insight, “You are my relative.”
    5 They will keep you from the adulterous woman,
       from the wayward woman with her seductive words.

                The term "sister" is also used throughout Song of Songs as a term of endearment    to one's beloved, lover, fiancee.

     

    Wisdom, as lover, is set up in contrast to Folly, the adulteress.  Lady Wisdom is the one you come home to, while Folly is the one you run from.

     

    Twice, in both Proverbs 3:15 and in Proverbs 8:11, we are told that the price of wisdom is "far above rubies."  This is the same description given of the Virtuous Wife.

     

    A blogger that I read, Victoria "TheMarriedFreshman," put it this way:

    "In Proverbs King Solomon tells his son to get wisdom at all costs. He describes Wisdom as a woman calling out to anyone who will listen. He says to go after wisdom, to pursue wisdom. Why is wisdom a woman?
    Maybe, just maybe, the pursuit of wisdom is best pictured by a man courting a woman he loves. He will do anything and everything it takes to gain that relationship with her. It doesn't matter how many hoops he's got to go through, he will push through any obstacle to get to her. ….It's a grand pursuit.  And I think that is how we are to pursue wisdom. Do whatever it takes, jump through every hoop and over every obstacle, be motivated every day to strive for wisdom."           

     

    Learning Wisdom is not just about mastering a set of rules; it's a love affair.

     

    Could you pick your spouse out of a line-up?  I hope so.  How about by voice—can you recognize your lover's voice on the phone?  Here's a weirder one, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone said yes: do you know your spouse's smell?

     

    If we pursue Wisdom as a lover, there is no way we'll be fooled by the counterfeits, the fool's gold. 

               

     

    Lady Wisdom and Jesus

    One thing that's interesting to note: Solomon started a whole genre of poetry here.

                Just like we have sonnets, sestinas, villanelles, and other kinds of poetry

                now, after Solomon's day, ancient Israel developed "Wisdom poetry."

                            Poetry where Lady Wisdom spoke.

    One of the more famous works was the Wisdom of Ben Siriach

                This book was not considered Scripture by the Jewish people, but                           it was included in the Septuagint, and is in Catholic editions of the Bible.

                                                    Wisdom of ben Siriach, chapter 51

                                        "Draw near unto me, ye unlearned, and dwell in the house of                                                           learning… Put your neck under her yoke, and let your soul                                                   receive instruction: she is hard at hand to find.  Behold                                                     with your eyes, how that I have but little labour, and have                                                          gotten unto me much rest."

    Does this sound familiar to anyone?

     

    The Septuagint was the Greek translation of the Hebrew scriptures.  It would have been

                VERY familiar to a first-century Jewish audience, like the audience Jesus had                    in Matthew 11,

    "Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

     

    Jesus was giving Lady Wisdom's popcorn-vendor call.

                He's saying: "Are you looking for wisdom?  You'll find it through me!"

     

     

     

     

     

    While I do believe that Lady Wisdom is just a poetic personification, Jesus seemed to

                deliberately make parallels between himself and Wisdom.

     

    --Both were instrumental in Creation (Compare Proverbs 8 to John 1, Col 1:16)

    --Both are preparing a banquet (Compare Proverbs 9 to Matthew 22, end of Revelation)

    --Both are hinted at being part of a symbolic marriage (Compare Lady Wisdom and the     Wisdom-seeker to Christ and his Bride, Ephesians 5 or Revelation 21)

    --Both call to the simple, the weary

               

    Paul says in 1 Corinthians 1,

                "And because of him you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from          God, righteousness and sanctification and redemption, so that, as it is written,            “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”"

     

    Jesus modeled the walk of Wisdom for us.  Walk in Jesus' steps and you will find you are walking in the path of Wisdom.

     Are you seeking Wisdom?  Seek Jesus!  Are you following Jesus?  Seek wisdom!

     

     

     

    I can't end this better than the way Solomon said it in Proverbs 4:

    5 Get wisdom, get understanding;
       do not forget my words or turn away from them.
    6 Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you;
       love her, and she will watch over you.
    7 The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom.
       Though it cost all you have, get understanding.
    8 Cherish her, and she will exalt you;
       embrace her, and she will honor you.
    9 She will give you a garland to grace your head
       and present you with a glorious crown.”

  • 9/11 Closure

    My brothers Travis and Nick have already done a very good job of describing what a Christian reaction to Bin Laden's death looks like.  I am going to explore a different aspect of this.  I want to explore the aspect of closure.

    One former New York firefighter -- forced to retire due to lung ailments suffered as a result of the dust from ground zero -- said he was there [at ground zero] to let the 343 firefighters who died in the attacks know "they didn't die in vain."

    "It's a war that I feel we just won," he said. "I'm down here to let them know that justice has been served."

    Bob Gibson, a retired New York police officer, said the news of bin Laden's death gave him a sense of "closure."

    "I never thought this night would come, that we would capture or kill bin Laden," he said. "And thank the Lord he has been eliminated."

     --Source

    And the death of Osama bin Laden at the hands of U.S. special operations forces may help to start some healing, said Christian and Muslim religious leaders, relatives of victims, and a generation who grew in the shadow of 9/11.

    "There is a sense that justice has been done," said Joel Hunter, senior pastor of the 12,000-member Northland Church in Orlando, Florida, and a spiritual adviser to President Barack Obama.

    "There is a scripture, Genesis 9:6, that says, 'He who sheds man's blood, by man his blood be shed.' There is a certain kind of sense of relief that that has been accomplished," Hunter said.

    ...Hunter also cited the verse promising that "those who mourn will be comforted," saying they might "find some sort of solace in this event."

    --Source

    My question is this: what is closure?  What is justice?  What brings healing after a horrible tragedy like 9/11?

    What relationship does the punishment of a crime hold to the healing of the victims of that crime?

    I can see some relationship, in the fear of a repeated offense.  An abused child still living in the home of her abuser has little chance for healing.  Even upon removal from the home, any closure or healing she must undergo will often be delayed by fear, but often, healing must continue despite that fear of repeated offense.  To use another example: not every rapist is caught.  Does that mean that those women whose rapists are still "at large" can never find solace or healing?  Of course not.  It may be a longer, more difficult journey, but healing can still take place.

    So, let's bring the metaphor home.  The U.S. was attacked by terrorists.  It responded by taking steps to ensure such an attack could not happen again.  We overthrew two regimes, currently have troops in both those countries, tightened airport security until it's a hair shy of routine cavity searches, etc.  In other words, as a nation we did all we could to eliminate the fear of a repeated offense.  Up until yesterday, the common cultural image of Osama Bin Laden was of him holed up in a cave somewhere on the Afghanistan/Pakistan border, reduced to the level of throwing rocks.

    Were we really so afraid of this man the day before yesterday that our fear of him was keeping us from "closure" and "healing" after our pain and grief ten years ago?  I could be wrong, but I didn't have that impression.

    So if not fear, what then?  Well, in psychological terms, when we speak of our need for closure, what we're often referring to is our need for definite solutions without ambiguity.  A novel with a lot of closure has all loose ends tied up, all characters accounted for, with nothing left for a sequel.  A novel without a lot of closure... must have been written by Nathaniel Hawthorne.  Er, I mean, has a more ambiguous ending, loose ends, characters unaccounted for, etc.  In other words, is more like life.

    And that, I think, is a worthy point.  That in real life, we never know everything, so we never find true "closure."

    A friend is murdered.  Do we have closure?  The police collar a suspect, but it may not be the actual murderer.  Do we have closure now?  Despite the uncertainty, the suspect who may or may not be the real murderer goes to trial, and is found guilty.  Any closure yet?  The suspect is executed twenty years later.  Do you have closure now?  Of course, the answer is "No" to all those questions--there's always doubt, always questions, always ambiguity and uncertainty.

    This is as true of Bin Laden's death as it is of the hypothetical situation above.  Questions about whether he was really responsible are only part of the equation--even assuming the standard story, the death of Bin Laden does not necessarily mean the death of al-Quaeda, and the death of al-Quaeda wouldn't mean the death of terrorism.  For those affected by 9/11, no event short of the Second Coming will ever be enough to remove all ambiguity and questions from the equation.

    Robert Fulford said it well:

    In the 1990s, closure became part of American legal discourse, most notably in the case of Timothy McVeigh, the Oklahoma City bomber. When he was convicted, a Texas paper ran a headline, "Verdict brings sense of closure for families." That easy assumption has always struck me as nonsense. Everyone wants a mass murderer caught, especially the relatives of those murdered, but the idea that a conviction will restore the spirits of the afflicted is dubious. "Closure" was the reason for allowing hundreds of survivors to watch McVeigh put to death. Attorney-General John Ashcroft said it would help those who had lost relatives to "close this chapter in their lives." Perhaps, or perhaps it rendered the experience, in long-term memory, even more hideous.

    Those who think we can manage our feelings about tragedy are usually deceiving themselves. The idea seems to be based on a belief that we can sort our feelings into separate chapters that won't leak into each other. Nothing in human experience supports that notion. Consciously seeking "closure" is a way of trying to shorten the length of time it normally takes to soften the edges of grief. Everyone can sympathize with this desire without believing that the techniques clustered around the term closure will help.

    In 1930, the young Morley Callaghan wrote a novel, It's Never Over, about a man who is being hanged for murder and the way that event reaches endlessly into the lives of people connected with him. A woman who lost a relative in Oklahoma City gave a reporter a response that made good sense to me. "There is no such thing as closure for people who lost family in the bombing," she said. "The only closure is when they close the lid on my casket."
    --Source, emphasis mine

    Closure is a myth.  In reality there is only grief, in all its stages, from denial through acceptance.  But "healing" from a spiritual wound such as that caused by the tragic death of a loved one never means an end to the chapter, and it never means an end to grief.  I have losses twenty years old that are still losses, I've just learned to live with them.

    So the fact of the matter is, knowing Bin Laden is dead won't really help the families of 9/11 victims in any major way.  Their long slow progression toward acceptance of their pain is wholly independent of external justice, because the fullness true external justice is not within the abilities of humanity.

    "Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, and let not your heart be glad when he stumbles."
    --Proverbs 24:17

  • Plotting and Mapwork

                The clouds broke up as they descended.  One moment the ship would be in white damp blindness, and the next they would burst out into morning sunlight and clear air and a maddeningly blue sky.  The tattered remnants of the storm were gusting away in the wanderwinds, swept up as with a broom and dustpan.

                Every time they broke free of the cloud, the ground below stood out clearer, sharper.  Soon Sadler could see the shadowed sides of low hills, and the meandering path of a river tracking through the grasslands.  She balanced on the bulwark, steadying herself with one hand in the ratlines, peering at the world below.  Raeth and Cooper crouched nearby over a chart, pinned to the decking with a dagger and weighted with a pistol.  Others idled about the maindeck, trying to help.  Morris leaned on one of the ship's guns, still wearing the Argan uniform coat he had scavenged, looking worn and bedraggled.  Sadler felt a fresh pang of empathy for him—so out of his element, still finding his feet in a world that was not his—but she pressed the feeling down.  She needed no distractions right now.

                "That looks like the Welling," said someone.  "Is that the Welling?"

                "No," said someone else.  "We were blown off-course to the south, not to the north."

                Sadler's ears popped, and she swallowed hard until the pressure faded.  Her practiced eye scanned over the river as she saw it below, then looked at the chart, trying to match up the loops and curves on paper with what she saw.

                "It may be the Sheafbourne," said Raeth, pointing at the chart.  "I do think it is.  If it's the Sheafbourne, then there's a village off to the west of it."

                "No," Morris said suddenly.  "It can't be.  Look."

                Everyone followed the line of his finger, to a few smudges near the river.  Cooper shrugged.  "What are we looking at?"

                "Those are standing stones, there on the high bank.  Monuments left by the old tribes of Raelund, centuries before the Conquest.  There are no standing stones anywhere on the Sheafbourne."

                "Are you certain?"

                The graduate student's voice turned sour.  "I've studied the ruins of the Western Borderlands for the last three years.  I've written two papers on their standing stones alone.  Yes, I'm certain."  He turned to Sadler and held out his hand; she hesitated only a moment before handing him her spyglass.  "Yes," he said, once he had the ruins in focus.  "Squared-off top, cylindrical shape.  Those are Heckerman pillars."

                "Does that help?" Sadler asked.

                He gave her a small smile.  "There are only three clusters of Heckerman pillars in the Borderlands, and only one of those on a river."  He closed the spyglass against his palm with a click.  "This is the Aescflow."

                Raeth seemed unconvinced.  "Are you sure?"

                "As sure as I am of my name."

                "If this is the Aescflow," Cooper said, pointing to the chart, "then we can follow it east to Aescford, without problem.  We must be within a few hours."

                "There's a telegraph station in Aescford, isn't there?"

                Cooper nodded.  "We can raise the alarm from there."

                Sadler felt a smile growing on her face, and called over her shoulder to the helmsman: "Turn us east, and follow the river, Adlaem.  All ahead full."

                "All ahead full, aye."

                "How's the rudder handling?"

                Adlaem held his palm level with the deck and wiggled it.  "She'll turn, but not smoothly, and not quickly.  I don't know what Patch rigged up, but it isn't Scipdun standard."

                "It'll do."

                Cooper went to put the chart away, and Raeth ducked below to check on the prisoners.  Sadler hopped down off the bulwark and said, leaning closer to Morris, "Nicely done."

                He colored slightly, but all he said was, "Is this a problem aeronauts often have?"

                "Navigation can be a tricky thing, when all you see is clouds and sky for hours on end.  With the right tools and a clear head, you can plot your latitude, but longitude is a trickier beast.  Much of our navigation is done by dead reckoning.  Landmarks.  Eddison's the only one of us who is any good at the other kind."

                "We had to do a lot of plotting and mapwork when working with a dig site," Morris said.  "We weren't charting a course, mind you, but I've gotten very good with maps."

                He trailed off, and his eyes took on a faraway look.  Sadler felt embarrassed, bringing up his past livelihood like that, considering all he must be going through.  The silence seemed to drag on, and she finally broke it, saying, "Don't worry.  We'll get you back to your dig sites soon enough."

                She regretted it as soon as she said it.  Idiot! she thought.  Do you want him to think you're eager for him to leave?  Morris, for his part, only nodded vaguely, as if unsure if the prospect pleased him or not.

                She started to modify her statement, but abruptly decided that it was far too likely she would say another stupid thing.  "I need to keep lookout," was all she said, and stood up, feeling his eyes on her as she walked away.

                Fool, she said to herself.  And then, offering a quick prayer to Loga of the Silver Tongue, I swear, I'll never mock Frost's bumbling attempts at romance again.  Just keep me from getting in my own way.

                She stepped up on the forecastle and leaned against the bulwark rail, looking along the winding river for some sign of habitation.  A moment later Halle stood beside her.  He was wearing a smug look beneath his beard.

                "So," he said, sitting on the rail.  "Bunking down below with the earthworm, eh?  Arm around his shoulders, all cozy-like?  What would the captain think of—"

                Halle's voice broke off in a choked sound.  Sadler calmly looked down at him, tightened her left hand's grip on his harness, and pushed him a little further over the rail, until his entire torso hung over the ship's side.  Halle's hands clutched frantically at the rail; his feet kicked at the air, trying to regain his balance.  Below his head, a thousand feet of wind and cloud stretched down to the Aescflow River.

                "You may want to change the topic, crewman," Sadler said softly.  She held him there another heartbeat, just to watch his mouth gape and his eyes bulge, then pulled him roughly back to his feet.

    Copyright Chris Russo © 2011.  All rights reserved.  Plagiarizers will be keelhauled at 16,000 feet.

  • Out Of The Ashes

    Ungainly or not, the wife liked it better than the others of the top three I ran past her.  AshesAfire was a very close second.

  • New Site Name [Updated]

    Help me pick it out.  I've narrowed it down by topic for you: ashes being relit into flame.  I wanted "FromTheAshes" but it's taken.  Help me pick out the next-best alternative.

    Some possibilities [Updated!]:

    AshesAfire
    O Lith Naur  [O lith naur (Sindarin: from the ashes, a fire)]
    OutOfTheAshes
    AshenSpark
    AshenPen
    EmberAsh
    RekindledAshes

    Why ashes?

    "All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not touched by the frost.
    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken;
    The crownless again shall be king."

    --J.R.R. Tolkien, Bilbo's poem in honor of Aragorn

    "If there is a real woman - even the trace of one - still there inside grumbling, it can be brought to life again. If there's one wee spark under all those ashes, we'll blow it till the whole pile is red and clear."

    --C.S. Lewis, George Macdonald speaking of the grumbling soul, The Great Divorce

    "The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, ​​
    Because the LORD has anointed Me ​​
    To preach good tidings to the poor; ​​
    He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, ​​
    To proclaim liberty to the captives, ​​
    And the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
    To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, ​​
    And the day of vengeance of our God; ​​
    To comfort all who mourn, ​​
    To console those who mourn in Zion, ​​
    To give them beauty for ashes, ​​
    The oil of joy for mourning, ​​
    The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; ​​
    That they may be called oaks of righteousness, ​​
    The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.”

    --Isaiah 61, later quoted by Jesus as his mission statement

    Ashes in Jewish culture are a sign of great grief and mourning.  Those in emotional pain would wear sackcloth and pour ashes on their heads.  Grief is not the sum of the disciple's existence, but grief is where one learns wisdom.  (Cf. Tolkien, see which of the Valar Olorin was set under.)  But grief ends, and the great Counselor brings beauty even out of our greatest griefs.

    So.  Thoughts?

  • Saddest Words in English

    He asked them, “What are you discussing so intently as you walk along?”

    They stopped short, sadness written across their faces. Then one of them, named Cleopas, replied, “You must be the only person in Jerusalem who hasn’t heard about all the things that have happened there the last few days.”

    “What things?”

    “The things that happened to Jesus, the man from Nazareth,” they said. “He was a prophet who did powerful miracles, and he was a mighty teacher in the eyes of God and all the people. But our leading priests and other religious leaders handed him over to be condemned to death, and they crucified him. We had hoped he was the Messiah who had come to rescue Israel."

    We had hoped.

    Think about how sad those words are.  Think about all that they contain.

    Decades ago, my parents left a cult they had been in for many years.  They had to deal with the idea of "wasted years," that an organization they had poured their lives into (and got married in) was not what they thought it was, that their trusted leaders were not who they said they were.  What do you trust, after something like that?  Where do you begin to pick up the pieces?

    And yet I think it was even worse for the disciples.  Some of them were cautious, skeptical people, not easily taken in (Look at Thomas and his continual search for empirical evidence), and yet they had followed this man.  They had seen him do things no human could do, heard him speak about things no human could have known about.  Surely this man was one of God's prophets!  Surely something big was about to happen, and they were in on the ground floor!

    For three years they followed this man without reservation, leaving behind careers, family, homes, possessions.  For three years they watched him do the impossible, heard him say the inexplicable, and tried to figure it all out.  And then--

    --and then--

    --he died.

    All their dreams, all their prayers, dying on that instrument of Roman torture with their leader.  It was all over.

    How do you start over after something like that?  A broken, scattered band, the former followers of Jesus began to go their seperate ways, trying desperately to figure out the question: What now?

    Writing decades later, Paul says it best.  "...If Christ has not been raised, then all our preaching is useless, and your faith is useless.  ...And if Christ has not been raised, then your faith is useless and you are still guilty of your sins. In that case, all who have died believing in Christ are lost! And if our hope in Christ is only for this life, we are more to be pitied than anyone in the world."

  • Why I Love Atheists

    (Repost from the archives.  It seemed like good timing.)

    "An atheist, like a Christian, holds that we can know whether or not there is a God. The Christian holds that we can know there is a God; the atheist, that we can know there is not." --Bertrand Russell

    I really do love atheists, you know.  Atheism, next to paganism, has to be my favorite non-Christian belief system.

    Because at the heart of it, atheists care.

    They think that it matters whether there is or isn't a God.  They think that this question is important.  And while they and I come to two very different answers to that question, we are kin in that we come to answers.  In a world that tells us "all religions and belief systems are equally valid" or "it doesn't matter what you believe, as long as you're true to it," both atheists and theists scream "It matters!"

    A prime illustration is G.K. Chesterton's little parable The Ball and the Cross, which I highly recommend.  It tells the story of Turnbull, publisher and editor of an atheistic newspaper who tries to fight against the dominant "Christian" elements of Victorian England, and yet cannot get a rise out of the general public because no-one cares enough.

    "It was in vain that he cried with an accusing energy that the Bishop of London was paid £12,000 a year for pretending to believe that the whale swallowed Jonah. It was in vain that he hung in conspicuous places the most thrilling scientific calculations about the width of the throat of a whale. Was it nothing to them all they that passed by?  ...He had said the worst thing that could be said; and it seemed accepted and ignored like the ordinary second best of the politicians. Every day his blasphemies looked more glaring, and every day the dust lay thicker upon them."

    After years of being so ignored, the first person who treats Turnbull's atheism with a "real respect and seriousness"--the first person to even read Turnbull's articles all the way through--is MacIan, a fiercely devout Catholic from the backwoods of Scotland, new to London and not yet jaded in matters of religious belief.  ("What is the good of words if they aren't important enough to quarrel over?" he asks.)  MacIan is so incensed by what he reads on the newsprint in Turnbull's window that he smashes the window, kicks his way into the office of The Atheist and challenges Turnbull to a duel, to which Turnbull enthusiastically agrees (thrilled at last to have someone who actually listens, someone who is actually angry with his ideas).

    The two men are hampered in their efforts to fight their duel, however--firstly because duels are illegal, but also because every person they encounter tries to talk them out of it. "Religion is--a--too personal a matter... The most religious people are not those who talk about it," says one.  "...You ought to be more broadminded," says another.  And (while I won't spoil the ending for you), as the two men flee from place to place throughout England searching for a quiet place to have their duel, they find that they are quite coming to like each other.

    It is that which I love about atheists.  They think that these questions of reality or existence are worth fighting for, worth arguing over.  They think that it matters whether God is or is not.

    Those who tell me that every religion/belief system is the same, or that every religion/belief system is just as good as the others, are making a value claim.  Because if it is true that all religions and belief systems are equally valid, it would only be true if they were equally worthless, equally meaningless.  When one belief claims that the Good is found by detaching oneself from the needs and desires of the body, and another belief claims that the Good is found by plunging in and changing the world for the better, and another belief claims that the Good is found by isolating oneself from other people, how can they all be true?  When one claims that God is pleased if we behave and follow his laws, and another claims that God is pleased if we admit that we haven't behaved and throw ourselves on his mercy, and another claims that God doesn't really care what we do, and another claims that God doesn't exist and we shouldn't be fixated on pleasing a nonexistent figment at the expense of humanity--how can these all be true?  If all belief systems are equally valid, equally true, then "true" means little more than "what makes me happy."  (And that in and of itself is a truth-claim.)  If each religion and belief system is only as good as all the others, then they are meaningless, and the question of whether there is or is not such a thing as a god (and what God/gods are like if there is) simply isn't important enough to bother over.

    But Atheism says, "God/gods/deity do not exist."  It makes a clear statement regarding the validity of other belief structures; it uncategorically states that belief structures which contradict its own are wrong, because the universe cannot be contradictory (God cannot exist and not-exist at the same time).  And by making such a claim, it places importance on the issue: the question of whether there is such a thing as a deity not only can be answered, but should.

    So while I disagree with their answer, I love atheists for answering.  I respect and admire their stance.  Because, in answering, they acknowledge the importance of the question--which is far more than most people do.

  • Sonnet: To Boring Teachers

    A literary explanation should

    appeal itself to varied breeds of mind,

    yet certain teachers fail to make, I find,

    their meaning in all quarters understood.

    Our minds mature in many molds, not one,

    and learning multiplex in form must be:

    yet several scholars seem so absentee

    from any means of mastery but their own.

    Be not so you, O Guides of Academe!

    But bravely blend tutorial mélange

    that will to students offer such a range

    of ways to learn, that minds are set agleam!

    What wonders we may witness yet untold,

    when teaching modes employed are manifold?