Awesome Post

What can I say. Yes, I do feel a lot of those same things at times. May God help us.
Adam, I hope you don't quit blogging and I hope you don't quite being transparent. I've never met anyone so much like me. I've never met you, but you get my meaning ...

American Football Now Makes Sense (link)

funny.

Religions Vs. Science - Everyone's Wrong

Linked is an article by Cenk Uygur about the "big three" religions and their practitioners. It's that standard old "you religions creeps are creepy and science is the only way" schtick.

I distrust anyone who thinks they know all that there is to be known about anything. They clearly have not studied history.

Pitting science against religion is ridiculous. Science has a completely different set of limitations than does religion. Science cannot know what it does not know. Example, science could not have talked about radioactivity before the activities of Mary curie and subsequent inventions of devices that allow us to measure what we cannot otherwise sense. Could it have speculated (hypothesized)? Yes, but it never occurred to anyone to do so. Science cannot comment on faith excepting it finds ways to measure the subject matter.

I'm sure that there currently exists no evidence for a whole host of things that will be discovered and contemplated long after the postings of a bunch of bloggers is in a museum with the Rosetta stone. No, that's giving us too much credit. It will all be sitting on some hard drive that was used by some nerdy history wonk to bash through a window to steal some porn, and we'll have been the first against the wall when the revolution came. :)

I also have a healthy distrust of people who reject the best information that science has to offer (which admittedly may be flawed) because it does not fit with their current world-view (which we need to realize also may be flawed). It should be accepted as it is, the best that science currently has to offer.

No one should abandon their faith because of science. No one should abandon their science because of faith.

My concience

Is guilt reliable?

I just got back from Jeannie Hughes’ blog.  I posted, and linked back to my sight.  Having done so, I feel this pang of guilt about my language, and even some of the content.  I actually considered going back and editing some of it.

The question is, why?  And why did I not before hand?  Or did I, and was I in denial?

It is possible that the Spirit of God is convicting me.  If so:

1. Why does He convict me of things primarily when I think of other Christians (or people) finding out about it?


2. Why does He convict me most in the context of conservative (or those who I associate with a conservative bent in my own mind) Christians?

Perhaps the mechanism that He uses has something to do with other human beings.

Now the ugly part…

I’ve been noticing lately that my dog seems to have a conscience.  When he does something bad (ie: that is completely in accordance with his nature that I’m going to scream at him about because I find it inconvenient), he comes sulking with a look of guilt in his eyes and his tail between his legs.  The implications here are manifold.

Am I worried that my conservative peers are going to judge me?  And is this leading to my feelings of guilt?  And if so, doest his make my conscience unreliable?  (Oh, God – please let the answer be no)  This is, after all, the exact same feeling that I had when I was first converted, or “saved.”

My position has long been that God went to the time, effort, and expense to give me a conscience, and therefore I had a built-in moral compass and would not trust my spiritual journey to “some guy”.  Good – more doubts for the pile.

I’m going to post this and revise.  It’s not quite making the point that I want to make…

Evolution

I’m a thief, I’m a liar
There’s my church, I sing in the choir
...It's evolution, baby...

http://music.yahoo.com/ar-259450-videos--Pearl-Jam
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/pearl-jam/106325.html

Best. Video. Ever.

This really touches a chord with me for some reason. It makes me sad and uncomfortable and angry and hell yeah, all at once.

Confessions

I confess to listening to Cartmen sing "Oh, Holy Night" and laughing by bloody head off.

I confess to wanting ban all directors from tinkering with movies after they’re released. Director’s cut is synonymous with bantha poodoo.In particular, I confess that I would kill every man in this room for one night with my beloved "Last of the Mohicans" in a version that wasn't disemboweled by Michael Mann. He removed some of the most powerful moments from the film in order to achieve his true vision of feculent kitty litter.

Well done, Mike.

Bastard….

I further confess to listening to Rachmaninoff primarily because I dig the name.I once named an Orc “RoKmonanov” in ShadowRun (an old RPG for those who don’t know). He kicked a lot of ass before eventually succumbing to wounds acquired while lighting his urine afire and using his wang as a flamethrower after an all-night everclear binge. heh –good times.

I confess that I’ve often had “Old Hippie Christmas” by the Bellamy Brothers playing on loop in my mind. “Decorating everything … before the fat man comes to town… He’s trimmin’ up his favorite tree, and tokin’ what he grew…” “… Jesus must have been a hippie – peace and love toooooo everyyyyyy onnnnnnnee.”

The water calls me.

Every time I see the ocean, every time I see a pond or a river, every time a dark, cool body of water; I feel like it’s calling to me. I just want to go under and not come up again.

But not in some suicidal drown myself way. More in a beautiful, become one with the universe sort of way.

Anyone else ever have that?