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Saturday, December 26, 2015

My Wonderful White Christmas, in Photos and Scripture

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."
(John 1:5)



"Be still and know that I am God.  I will be exalted in the nations.  I will be exalted in the earth." 
(Psalm 46:10)









 

"Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you." 
(2 Thessalonians 3:16)






"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands." 
(Isaiah 55:12)



Merry Christmas, friends.  I hope yours was filled with peace, love, and joy.
(And snow!)

Sunday, December 20, 2015

On Being People Who Will Give an Account

These days, I'm all riled up. 

The American political process, the church's reaction to terrorism and immigration, the plight of Middle Eastern refugees... These things fill me with Opinions.  And when I have Opinions, I want you all to listen to them, doggone it!  And agree with them!  And then act on them!

I've written half a dozen blog posts in my head.

There's the Fiery Orator Post: 
"Are we Christians, or are we cowards?!"

There's the Logical Fallacies Post:
"And so we can see by looking at these two premises that they do not naturally lead to the stated conclusion.  What's more, Premise #2 is a false premise, rendering the conclusion invalid.  By applying the rules of logic, we can see that Mr. So-and-So's argument about the benefits of keeping refugees OUT of America does not hold up."

There's the Lincoln Versus Trump Post:
Donald Trump:  "Donald J. Trump is calling for a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States."   And,
"When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending the best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems and they’re bringing those problems. They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime. They’re rapists and some, I assume, are good people, but I speak to border guards and they’re telling us what we’re getting."
Abraham Lincoln: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."

Anyway, you get the idea.  I've got Opinions.  And as much as I want to persuade you to adopt my views on politics, immigration, compassion, and the church, I don't think I'm up to the task.  So instead I'll tell a short story.
  
A few weeks ago, I was sitting in O'Hare airport waiting on a delayed flight.  Another waiting passenger, an Irish guy in his early 20s, struck up a conversation about the Bible I was reading.

Soon we were discussing questions such as these:
What's the difference between being religious and being spiritual?
Does the Bible have any relevance for modern life?
What's the point of following all these ancient rules?
As the conversation went on, it became apparent that he believed that the good life is found in enjoying time with friends, being grateful for one's family, and having fun.  And I believed the good life is found in Jesus.

He kept asking me if I didn't feel like I was missing out on life by spending time at church, forgoing the party scene, and trying to follow the Bible.  He asked if anything in the world would change if I stopped doing everything I now do, and just went and had a little fun.

I said, "You're asking if what I have is worth it, or if there's something better."

He said, "Yes, exactly."

I said, "That's a great question.  And I'm asking you the same thing."

We parted ways shortly after, both believing we had found the good life and the other person was missing it.

But man, what good questions.  Is the life you're living worth it, or is there something better?  If you disappeared right now, would anything change?  Would the world be a darker place without your light?

I'm reminded of Romans 14:12:
So then, each one of us will give an account of himself to God.

How I live, what I say, how I vote, how I serve... These things matter.  Someday, you and I will both stand before God and have to account for what we did and didn't do.  (Sobering thought.)

You don't have to agree with me on any of my Opinions, because you don't answer to me.  You also don't answer to a political candidate or a political party.  You don't answer to hate.  You don't answer to fear.  You don't get to say, "I chose not to love my neighbor, because I was afraid."

You answer to God, so choose your path in accordance with what you know about His character, His calling, His commands, and His promises.  If you don't know Him, get to know Him.

Romans 14:12 comes in the middle of a passage that talks about the freedom that Christians have.  We are free to follow our own consciences and convictions in matters that are not directly addressed in God's word.  Because of this, I fully expect that there will be many Christians who disagree with me on all my Opinions, and that's okay!  There is freedom in Christ.

I am not trying to imply by this post that your freedom of conscience should lead you to act and think just as I do.  I sure that I'm wrong in many of my beliefs and actions.  My point is that we are far too prone to base our beliefs and actions on considerations other than God.

So in all things, let's be people who remember that we will stand before God and give an account for our actions.  With that in mind, let's try to err on the side of love.

Friday, December 4, 2015

Your Annual Holiday Letter: A Tutorial for Singles

First of all, thank you for making my Singles' Holiday Guide one of my most-read posts.  It is indeed a comfort that our collective holiday happiness is such an important topic for you, perhaps even more important than all of the Issues On Which I Have Opinions or my collection of Truly Mediocre Poetry.

It has come to my attention that I neglected to give any advice on a very important topic: The Annual Holiday Letter.  A brief review of my own files shows that I started sending out Christmas cards in 2008 and continued until... let's see... 2008.  Based on this experience, I've put together the following tutorial for singles to craft the perfect Christmas letter.

The Annual Holiday Letter includes three essential components:
  1.  Photos
  2.  Dependents
  3.  Accomplishments and Adventures
Let's start with photos.  Holiday letters need to have a certain joie de vivre (French for "joy of vivre"), so your photos should connote happiness and enthusiasm.

WRONG:



RIGHT:


See how much happier that looks?  Another benefit of choice #2 is that it effectively communicates both "single" and "ready to mingle."  Here are some other outfits I considered for my Christmas card photo:

It's bold. I love it. (But not as much as I love myself.)

Indeed, this is not subtle.

A cat muumuu.  The proper attire for all single ladies of a certain age.


Speaking of cats, let's move on to the next part of your letter: dependents.   You may have noticed that most holiday letters focus as little as possible on the writer.  They say things like,  "This year was an exciting year for the Ribalski family!  In January I won the Nobel Prize for Literature, but enough about me.  Quentin continues to be the line leader every other Thursday at his preschool and has only led the line down the wrong hallway twice!"  This should, of course, be followed by a photo of Quentin in his line leader hat.

So you're going to need a child, or at least a pet, to feature in your Christmas letter.  I am going to use as my featured dependent a stuffed cat that was given to me a couple years ago by a friend who knew how much I like cats (and how much my housemates don't).


I've never named this little guy, but for the purpose of this letter, let's call him "Geoff." Geoff isn't a line leader, but he's done a pretty good job holding down those books for the last year and a half.

Once you have both a photo and a dependent to feature, it's time to get to the "meat" of your letter.  Here you will describe the accomplishments and adventures of the last year.  Remember to make them upbeat!

WRONG:  "I tried baking an apple pie last week, but the inside didn't turn out.  So I made another one, but then the outside didn't turn out."

RIGHT:  "This year I baked infinitely more apple pies than last year, each one just as good as the last."

Perhaps you are one of those intrepid singles who has bought a house (bless you).  You can describe your many accomplishments as a solo homeowner, such as the time you installed a dimmer switch by yourself, or that time you mowed the lawn.  My own major accomplishment of 2015 was taking my lunch to work instead of buying it every day.

As a single person, you may find the "dependents" and "accomplishments" section of your letter a bit difficult, but never fear.  You have something married parents of young children can only dream of: You have adventures.  Talk about your travels!  If you haven't had any, make some up; your friends will never know.

Here I'll include some helpful travel photo templates for your letter.  Just insert a picture of your face, and the "adventures and accomplishments" section of your letter will be complete.

"My Trip To New York"

"Hosting Saturday Night Live"

"Jamming with friends in the UK"

As you can see, once you know the three essential components to the perfect Annual Holiday Letter, it basically writes itself.  Hope you had a wonderful 2015, and I can't wait to hear about it!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Singles' Holiday Guide

If there's one thing I'm always hearing, it's how helpful I am.
"Alison, you're the helpful-est person, I know," people say. "We don't know what we'd do without you."
"Thanks," I say. "I don't know what you'd do either."

In the spirit of helping all my single friends survive the upcoming holidays, I've put together the following Guide to Surviving and Thriving as a Single this Season.


The Company Christmas Party

The two most important things you must decide about the company Christmas party are what to wear and whom to take.  For your attire, I recommend wearing something subdued so that your choice of a date will really pop.  You can bring any of the following people to the party:

1)  An actual date.  Hahaha.  I kid, I kid.  If you knew any actual eligible dates, you'd be out with them right now instead of reading this guide.  But that's OK, because there are many other options.

2)  A friend of the opposite sex.  The beauty of this choice is that no one will know if this is a friend-date or a date-date, leading to awkward conversations throughout the night.  Your CEO might just plop down beside you and ask, "Who's this lucky gentleman (or lady)?"  An additional possible bonus is that your date (or you!) will be likewise confused and will spend the next year planning a wedding that will never happen.

3)  A friend of the same sex.  This choice combines the enjoyment of spending the evening with a friend with the excitement of making all of your co-workers question your sexual orientation.

4)  A relative.  It's cool to bring your cousin to the company party, right?  .... right??

5)  No one.  Going solo solves so many problems: The problem of there not being enough empty chairs at the table, the problem of writing "2" on your RSVP card when "1" is so much easier...  Actually, those are the only two problems it solves, but if those are your priorities, you should definitely go with option #5.


The Family Dinner

As most grandmothers have long known, there's no better place to discuss your singleness than over the holiday dinner table.  Sometimes it can be difficult to come up with the perfect response to your family's questions on the spot.  Here are some suggestions:

Q:  "When will you get married?"
A:  "When will the apple pie be done?"  (Evasion plus confusion.  Perfect.)

Q:  "Are you seeing anyone?"
A:  "No."  (Drop your fork on the floor and duck under the table to get it.  Do not emerge.)

Q:  "Why are you still single?"
A:  "I'm ugly."  (My personal favorite.)

It will also be important to smile and nod appropriately when your great aunt describes how her niece on the other side found her husband.  "She met him on the Christian Mingles!  Or was it the Farmers Only?  Have you ever thought of trying one of those dating sites?"


Accommodations

After your holiday dinner and an evening full of family fun, it will be time to "hit the hay," as they say.  Fortunately, as the only family member without a spouse or a child, and thus the only family member who does not strictly require a bed, you may actually have the opportunity to sleep on some hay!  But if an original Bethlehem-stable kind of Christmas is not for you, your two prime sleeping spots are as follows:

1)  The living room couch.  Pros: It's the highest-quality couch in the house, it may afford a view of the Christmas tree, and you will definitely be the only one to see Santa.  Cons:  Santa might not come if you are spying on him from the living room.

2)  The basement couch.  Pros:  You'll feel like a teenager again!  You'll have your own bedroom in the basement -- cool!  Maybe you can save up your lawn-mowing money for a mini fridge!  Cons:  Your family might forget about you and leave you behind while they take a trip to France, forcing you to fend off potential home invaders by yourself.

Actually, that might make for a pretty cool story, so I recommend option #2.

With parties, dinners, and accommodations taken care of, you're all set for a happy holiday as a surviving, thriving single.  Enjoy!


Disclaimer:  This blog shall in no way be responsible for the consequences of following the advice set forth in this column.  This blog recognizes that singleness humor is best directed at singles and henceforth demands that all non-single readers forget they ever read this column.  This blog would also like to remind this blog's mom that this blog does actually like sleeping on the couch. 

Saturday, November 21, 2015

An Open Letter to My Representatives

In light of the news that the House of Representatives just passed a bill to suspend the resettlement of Iraqi and Syrian refugees in America unless they receive even more security clearance (making an already challenging process nearly impossible), I decided it was way past time for me to use my democratic voice to say, "Stop this madness!"

This morning, while waiting in the shop for my car, I wrote to my House representative and my Senators. You can easily contact your own representatives by filling out an email form - just Google "how to contact my senator" or something similar.  Here's my letter:
I'm heartbroken and confused at the recent actions of the House to further restrict the resettlement of Iraqi and Syrian refugees in America. Please know that any rhetoric or legislation that makes the U.S. even less welcoming to these people who have so reasonably fled the violence in their homelands does not represent me either as a Republican or an Iowan. 
We must welcome more, not less. We must love and help these refugees and help them assimilate as much as they are willing to do. It is our moral obligation and it makes prefect sense; millions of people are now stateless and homeless. Where are they supposed to go? We can provide them a state and a home, and so we should do this. 
The security risk is not worth considering here. Terrorists will enter America regardless of what we do about refugee policy. They need not come from Iraq and Syria. They could come from other places. They could be here already. They could get on the Internet and be radicalized from any living room in America. Our fight is against the ideology promoted by the terrorists, and until we win the ideological battle, we have no hope of stopping the recruitment, training, and deployment of terrorists. 
Again, to summarize: Do not close the door to refugees. It's not right, and it won't work. 
By the way, I think my city alone could absorb several thousand refugees from Syria and Iraq. Please send them here. 
Sincerely, 
Alison

Thursday, November 12, 2015

A Week of Beautiful Things

Hi friends!  This finds me at a wobbly table in a little food court area at LaGuardia Airport.  Sleepinginairports.net tells me that sleeping in LaGuardia is like sleeping in a dirty bus terminal, but as of 10:00pm it hasn’t been bad!  So far I’ve charged my phone, brushed my teeth, plucked my eyebrows, and lost my water bottle.  In the next few hours, I hope to eat a snack, find my water bottle, read a book, and write this post.

From where I sit, I see about a dozen other travelers scattered singly at tables for two or four.  Some are eating soup or sandwiches from Au Bon Pain (the only restaurant open all night), many are on laptops or phones, and a couple folks are just looking around listlessly. A few half-hearted Christmas garlands are hung from the ceiling, and light jazz is pumping through the loudspeaker.  This place will work just fine.  But let’s think of more beautiful things.

Beautiful Thing #1:  My friend got married. 

A few years ago, I went to a wedding where the bride and groom were in their mid to late thirties.  One of the first things the pastor said was, “Our God is an on-time God.”  Then he paused and let that idea sink in for a little while before continuing the message.  As I celebrated my friend’s marriage, that phrase came to mind.  My friend and her husband had trusted God for many years to provide for them.  And God wasn’t late, He didn’t forget about His kids, He wasn’t powerless to bring together the right people at the right time, and He wasn’t stingy with His blessings. 

So it was fun to celebrate God’s goodness, and spend some time with my friend, and visit NYC.  Woohoo!



Beautiful Thing #2:  I went traveling with my family.

Thanks to my brother’s love of travel deals, he heard of a good miles deal to Turks & Caicos islands.  So my family gathered up a bunch of frequent flyer miles and got ourselves some tickets to the Caribbean. 

My highlights included spending time together, snorkeling, sitting on the beach, and seeing two rainbows and four sunsets over the water.  (My two-year-old niece’s highlights were playing with her grandma and grandpa, playing with her stuffed cats, “washing” sand by throwing handfuls of it into a bucket of water, and destroying every sand castle we tried to help her build.)

I would definitely recommend Turks & Caicos to any of my travel-loving friends.  I’ve never seen such blue water, and it was clear all the way down.  I could tread water and see the ridges of the sand twenty feet below as distinctly as if I was looking through tap water.  Check the photos.














Beautiful Thing #3:  Is about to happen.  Snack time. :)

Friday, October 30, 2015

Various Thoughts on the End of the One-Child Policy in China

Yesterday China ditched the one-child policy. Since 1979, most Chinese couples were allowed only one child, with some exceptions. For example, countryside couples that had a girl first could try once more for a boy. Minority couples could have two children. Two only children who married each other could have two children.  But everyone else? Just one.

***

The policy was implemented the year my parents got married. I'm the second child in my family, and the first was a boy. If I had been born in China, I wouldn't have been born. Probably.

***

I've always been amazed at how Chinese people find their way around obstacles. A literal obstacle in a literal road is no hindrance to a Chinese motorist. He will drive on the sidewalk, in between cars, or through tiny alleys if need be. If there is any way around the road-block, he will find it.

Chinese people are equally inventive in getting around governmental regulations. I used to ask my Chinese college students to raise their hands if they were only children. Only about half of my students ever did; the rest came from families with two, three, or even four children, all born after 1979. Many were countryside families that were allowed two if the first was a girl, but many also had had children illegally.

There were ways around the policy. You could pay a fine. You could disappear to a different city to have the child, and register the baby under another family's name. You could have a relative raise the child; maybe for a little while, maybe for life.

I used to sometimes laugh describing how so many of my Chinese acquaintances had found ways around the policy. "Here's China saying, 'Have only one child!' and here are millions of Chinese having more!" Har har.

***

But when I heard the full stories, most of them weren't funny.

***

One Chinese friend came from a family with four children, three that had been born to her parents and one that they were raising for another relative that had more than one child. The local officials used to come by her house from time to time and beat up her father for having too many kids.

Every year in my classes, there would be a girl or two who had come from a family of three or four children. These were usually traditional countryside families, having child after child until finally getting a boy, who was always the youngest. Chinese culture traditionally values boys more than girls. (Wouldn't you, if your culture dictated that your oldest son was supposed to be your retirement policy?) Those were not rich families. The older girls suffered, not just from their lack of value to the family, but also from a lack of resources to adequately feed, clothe, and educate so many kids.

I went to visit a friend in a small town. Her younger brother had been born "illegally" (when my friend, the only child allowed by the law, was in high school), and was registered under the name of a family acquaintance. I was surprised to see that even though he was already several years old, the family was careful not to have him refer to his mother as "mom" in public. If the wrong local officials heard about the son, there was still a tiny chance her mother might have to undergo forced sterilization.

***

Many families followed the policy. Many Chinese people of my generation grew up without siblings. Their children will grow up without aunts, uncles, and cousins.

My composition students soon taught me a new phrase: "4 - 2 - 1." It showed up in their writing all the time as they worried about their futures: two people bearing the sole responsibility for their four aging parents and their one child.

It used to drive me nutty when my students failed to make a distinction between "cousin" and "sister" or "brother" in their English writing and speaking. They would say, "I am the only child in my family," and two sentences later start talking about going shopping with their "sister." You can't do that in English! People will be confused! But in a way, this illustrates the wonderful Chinese ability to get around problems. In the absence of siblings, cousin and friend relationships became sibling-like.

***

Sometimes the policy forced impossible decisions.

I remember praying for a brand new Christian who found out that the child she was carrying had a serious disability. She only gets one child. Should she bear this one? But how can she not? And what does her new faith say about abortion?

Families that purposefully or accidentally had a second "illegal" child were at risk of losing their jobs. If you have a good job in China, it's probably because you are a Party member. And Party members especially must follow the regulations, or they will lose their jobs. What do you want more - your second baby or your livelihood?

***

Once I was teaching an adult English seminar over the summer. A student I didn't know well came up after class one day to ask leave. She had just found out that she was pregnant with her second child, and needed to take a few days off to abort it.

"Isn't there any other way?" I asked.

No, she and her husband didn't want another child, and they legally were not allowed to.

She left and came back.

The first day back, she sat with her head on her desk for six hours, saying nothing.

By the third day back, she was able to talk a little more. She apologized for not participating in class. She had no idea what the emotional affect of an abortion would be.

***

I welcome a China without a one-child policy.

***

China now has a two-child policy. In many ways, it retains the human rights problems of their previous population policies. I will welcome future changes toward more ethical, more reasonable population control.

***

Post-Script: It's weird to speak freely on this. For years, living in China, I avoided political topics at all costs. You gain almost nothing by bringing them up, and you can so easily damage the relationships you came there to build. I'm speaking freely now because I can, but a little part of me still hopes no Chinese friends are here reading this. (But if you are, welcome! I'd love to hear your thoughts.)

Friday, October 16, 2015

Digital Privacy for Kids: Why I Don't Post Baby Photos Online

I got to meet my baby nephew this weekend.  He is very cute!  He has wiggly little arms, a wrinkly forehead, attentive eyes, and the cutest baby comb-over.

Created using http://www.onemotion.com/flash/sketch-paint/

Although I want everyone to adore his comb-over as much as I do, there are three reasons I don't post kid info online.

1)  I don't want to help identity thieves

Most online baby announcements include the baby's full name, birth date, and sometimes location.  The mother's profile may also have other pertinent info, including answers to security questions (e.g. mother's maiden name), photos of their current home and neighborhood, and more. 

I'd rather not have all that potentially useful data available for identity thieves or creepers. (Privacy settings help, but they're not perfect.)

2)  I don't want to create an online persona for someone other than me

Babies and little kids don't have any say in whether their photos, videos, anecdotes, achievements, frustrations, and plans are put online.  If I post all these things about my nieces and nephews, they will already have online identities (established by me) when they age into adolescence and start getting their own social media profiles.  If I spend a decade telling the world all about them, they will lose the chance to independently establish their own identities and their own digital privacy preferences.

3)  Kids have feelings too

One blogger that I follow made the decision to share less and less about her kids as they got older.  She figured that they would not be embarrassed if the world knew their babyhood stories, but they would get to a certain age where they would not want to have everything about their lives shared on their mom's blog.  By the time kids get to elementary age, the things we find cute or funny might be legitimately embarrassing to them (and searchable by their friends).

This is related to point number two.  I want some control over what's shared about me on the Internet.  I'm going to assume that kids will want that same control, and perhaps would look back and be rightly upset if I shared about them too freely.


Those are the three reasons I support digital privacy for kids. I'm not saying everyone else is wrong for posting photos and stories of kids on social media.  (I very much enjoy those cute photos).

I think families have to do what makes sense to them on this issue, erring on the side of privacy when they're not sure, and there will be many different approaches.  It's one of the many technology-related parenting decisions my own parents never had to worry about!

And I think non-parents also need to be aware of what they are posting about other people's kids, and make sure they have permission before names, photos, or any other identifiable information goes out into the world wide web.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

[Poem] Painting the Sky


The Painter sat on his stool, hands on his knees
Studying his concave canvas,
Like the blank walls of an amphitheater.

The first step was the simplest.
With wide strokes, he took the blue from robins' eggs
And painted the whole sky.

He flipped a switch.
Behind the canvas, a golden glow warmed the blue.

Now texture was needed, and he had just the thing:
An aerosol can of strawberry whipped cream!
His arm swept left to right and back again.
Now lines of sweet, pink fluff floated above the dark horizon.

Hmm, too puffy.
He smeared the foam with his fingers,
And the golden glow shone through the pink:
Tropical orange.  Delightful!

And the Painter was pleased with his streaky, foamy, glowing celebration of color.
But perhaps it would be too much for drivers,
Whose eyes were needed on the road and not the sky.

So he set a timer on the lamp behind the canvas:
Thirty minutes.
And the road stretched west into sea-foam blue fading gray,
And pink-peach clouds fading blue,
And gold-orange light sinking down,
And then only headlights remained.




Sunday, September 27, 2015

Live Poetry from the Blood-Moon Eclipse

A smudge of gray appears at the moon's edge
Marring its white, round brilliance.
The shade creeps inward. 

Now only half a circle of suspended light
Shines glory in the navy sky.
Red-brown shade claims half the moon,
The color of dried blood.

Soon night's lamp (and mankind's muse)
Reveals its cold, brown heart.
It's just a rock - it's nothing more -
Eclipsed by lesser lights.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Zaphod Beeblebrox for President?

Today, to fill your insatiable desire to know what I think about the presidential candidates, I'm going to feature some quotes and descriptions of the man I believe to be the most memorable president of all time: Zaphod Beeblebrox.

Zaphod Beeblebrox is the egotistical golden boy who, in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, somehow ends up as the President of the Universe, in addition to running a very successful secondhand ballpoint pen business.


As you read these quotes, please keep in mind that any resemblance between Zaphod, a fictional two-headed egomaniac, and Donald Trump, a well-known one-headed businessman hoping to lead our great nation, is purely coincidental.  

It was for the sake of this day that he had first decided to run for the Presidency, a decision which had sent waves of astonishment throughout the Imperial Galaxy — Zaphod Beeblebrox? President? Not the Zaphod Beeblebrox? Not the President? Many had seen it as a clinching proof that the whole of known creation had finally gone bananas.

Trillian: "Can we drop your ego for a moment? This is important.''
Zaphod: "If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.''

He had rather liked Zaphod Beeblebrox in a strange sort of way. He was clearly a man of many qualities, even if they were mostly bad ones

One of the major difficulties Trillian experienced with Zaphod was distinguishing between him pretending to be stupid, just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because he couldn't be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him, pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact he actually didn't understand what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy describes Zaphod as follows (quotes collected from this site):
  • "Adventurer, ex-hippy, good timer (crook? quite possibly), manic self-publicist, terribly bad at personal relationships, often thought to be completely out to lunch"
  • "Clever, imaginative, irresponsible, untrustworthy, extrovert, nothing you couldn't have guessed"
  • "The worst-dressed sentient being in the known universe."

Once again, remember that this is a post about Zaphod Beeblebrox, NOT DONALD TRUMP.  And do read the book if you ever have time -- it's a quick and clever read!

Saturday, September 19, 2015

[In the Style of a Pirate] Good News

Ahoy!  This here be International Talk Like a Pirate Day.  Ye lads and lasses know I take a likin to all things International.  And on this great, grand holiday I be thinkin how I could reach me fellow pirates with the good news from the good Booke.  Aye, the Booke you be findin in yarr churches.

"Matey," I'd say.  "Did ye ever do a thing that warn't right?  Aye, I know ye did.  We be scallawags from the bow to the stern, from the hold to the jib.  There be that time we came across Tall Bob Diamond's ship and stormed it, loaded to the gunwales with grog, but fightin like we meant it all the same.  And we sent those lily livered land lubbers marchin off the end o' the plank.

"Then there was the wench we met ashore.  I stole her purse for a piece of eight and paid no mind to the little lassie cryin at her side.  You were there!

"But then I read in yon good Booke that all of us be scallawags, not one of us worth the gold doubloons we pillaged from Scarface Sal.  It be thar in Romans 3:23.

"And then I be readin in Romans 6:23 that every scallawag goes straight down to Davy Jones' Locker.  Matey, I read that and my timbers shivered like they had never shivered before, for I was the scurviest scallawag on ship and bound for the cat o'nine tails or worse.

"Then a tale of one Captain Saul of Tarsus reached me ears -- the bloodiest pirate on the high seas suddenly turned clean and set to writin letters about the Good Lord.  And right thar in Romans 6:23 I read about Dread Jesus of Nazarreth, the hearty who walked the plank in his place.

"Avast!  Did ye hear that, matey?  Dread Jesus walked the plank straight down to Davy Jones' Locker and Captain Saul walked free.

"And he did it for me.

"And He'll do it for you.

"Drop to your knees, you landlubber, and by the blood of the Nazarrene you'll be walkin free.

"Arrr!"


And that's how I'd share the gospel with a pirate. :)

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Learn about the Migrant Crisis with Me

Hey readers.  Let's talk about refugees.

Let's talk about normal people who want to live normal lives but got stuck in countries where that’s no longer possible.  Let's talk about men, women, families, and teenagers putting their lives at risk to leave places where their lives are even more at risk.  I once heard a quote about refugees that went something like this:  "Why do middle-class people put their families on leaky boats with shady people promising to get them to another country?  Because they believe that boat is safer than where they are now."

The violence and instability in the Middle East have caused millions to escape across borders into neighboring countries, and now many are journeying through Europe toward safer lives in Western Europe. And yet, they are often being treated like criminals! Good grief! Being a refugee is not a crime, even if it means you made an illegal border crossing.

Let's do this:

Check out THESE PHOTOS of the migrant crisis from Time.  Here's one, a Syrian man who arrived in Greece last week.  But all of the photos are moving, and if you click on only one of my multitudinous links this post, click this one.



Follow the journey of THIS SYRIAN PHARMACIST who made it safely to Europe and told the story of all the perils along the way, using the map below:


Watch CNN's interview with THIS SYRIAN SURVIVOR, whose toddler made international news for being photographed dead on a Turkish beach, where he washed up after their boat capsized and his father couldn't save him.

Check out THIS PHOTO COLLECTION of the items in refugee's bags -- the only things they carried from their homelands into freedom.  Interestingly, several took things like hair gel because they wanted to look like residents (rather than refugees) in order to avoid arrest while traveling through Europe.



Shake your head over Hungary's treatment of refugees passing through their country, detailed in THIS BBC VIDEO.   (Click the text link to view)


Learn more about the EU migrant crisis in this quick article, MIGRANT CRISIS BY THE NUMBERS.



Most importantly, feel compassion.  And then do whatever your compassion leads you to do.

Pray.

Give.

Go.

Pray for the EU as they decide what to do about the migrant crisis.  Pray for world leaders to have some idea how to weaken evil groups like ISIS.  Pray for the men of ISIS themselves to repent and submit their lives to God.  Pray for peace.

Befriend some refugees where you live.  Learn and tell the stories of men, women, and children in crisis around the world.  Ask your government to accept more refugees.  Support an overseas worker in the Middle East.

Probably most of us won't do enough, or won't do it well.  But hey -- at least let's do something.

#WelcomeRefugees.