Tag: religion

  • I Believe

    Main Entry: be·lieve
    Pronunciation: b&-‘lEv
    Function: verb
    Inflected Form(s): be·lieved; be·liev·ing
    Etymology: Middle English beleven, from Old English belEfan, from be- + lyfan, lEfan to allow, believe; akin to Old High German gilouben to believe, Old English lEof dear — more at LOVE
    intransitive verb
    1 a : to have a firm religious faith b : to accept as true, genuine, or real
    2 : to have a firm conviction as to the goodness, efficacy, or ability of something
    3 : to hold an opinion : THINK (I believe so)
    transitive verb
    1 a : to consider to be true or honest (believe the reports) (you wouldn’t believe how long it took) b : to accept the word or evidence of (I believe you) (couldn’t believe my ears)
    2 : to hold as an opinion : SUPPOSE (I believe it will rain soon)

    I believe that when I use the word believe, I am most often “holding an opinion”.

    I believe that by strict definition anything is possible, because we don’t know everything there is to know, but I am really not interested in expending any energy thinking about, hoping for, or discussing things which are so damn improbable that I am comfortable shoving them into the might as well be impossible closet. For instance, it is technically possible that tomorrow I will think completely ignoring your child while he screams and throws food in a restaurant, until he reaches out and slaps your face hard (twice) while you respond “Aww… That’s not nice.” (twice) and immediately going back to ignoring him is excellent parenting. However, I am not going to be hedging any of my bets that is actually going to happen. Wayne Campbell said it best, “It might happen, yeah, right, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.”

    I believe that someday I will die. I also happen to believe that my To Do List is going to be unfinished when I do die, and that pisses me off.

    I believe that my house would be cleaner if I did not have two cats and two dogs.

    I believe that I am a real entity and the people around me are real entities and are not simply figments of my own, or some other creatures imagination.

    I choose to believe in the study results that show drinking a glass of red wine a day is good for your health. I also believe they will do tests that show that doing so is bad for your health. I also believe that I won’t really give a shit.

    I believe a few other things, and I have a whole bunch suspicions.

    I believe that it is currently April 8th, 2007 in my time zone according to the Gregorian calendar (which I do have some issues with).

    One thing I definitely do not believe in, is Easter.

  • Useless Things

    The internet helps me to save time, and helps me to waste it. So far today, I am choosing to waste time. Perhaps I will change my mind later.

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    Belief-O-Matic
    Your Results:

    The top score on the list below represents the faith that Belief-O-Matic, in its less than infinite wisdom, thinks most closely matches your beliefs. However, even a score of 100% does not mean that your views are all shared by this faith, or vice versa.

    Belief-O-Matic then lists another 26 faiths in order of how much they have in common with your professed beliefs. The higher a faith appears on this list, the more closely it aligns with your thinking.

    1. Nontheist (100%)
    2. Secular Humanism (100%)
    3. Theravada Buddhism (83%)
    4. Unitarian Universalism (83%)
    5. Liberal Quakers (45%)
    6. Neo-Pagan (37%)
    7. Taoism (20%)
    8. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (18%)
    9. New Age (10%)
    10. Bah�’� Faith (0%)
    11. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (0%)
    12. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (0%)
    13. Eastern Orthodox (0%)
    14. Hinduism (0%)
    15. Islam (0%)
    16. Jainism (0%)
    17. Jehovah’s Witness (0%)
    18. Mahayana Buddhism (0%)
    19. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (0%)
    20. New Thought (0%)
    21. Orthodox Judaism (0%)
    22. Orthodox Quaker (0%)
    23. Reform Judaism (0%)
    24. Roman Catholic (0%)
    25. Scientology (0%)
    26. Seventh Day Adventist (0%)
    27. Sikhism (0%)

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  • Family Movie Night

    Last night we watched Jesus Camp. Overall I thought it was a well done documentary. If you watch the trailers available on their website you definitely have a very strong idea of what the film is like, it just goes on much longer. It does give a good opportunity to get to know the kids better than the trailer does. Also quite a bit of Ted Haggard footage is featured, which is of course made more interesting considering his recent history. Apparently he was not pleased with the movie, whereas Pastor Becky Fischer did not feel so negatively toward it.

    I am not sure if I think the film would have been more powerful without a dissenting point of view, but since they did choose to portray one, I am glad that they used Mike Papantonio as that voice. He is well spoken, and strong in his own Christian faith.

    The subject matter was definitely not one I felt any joy in watching, but it certainly provided the family with a topic of conversation for the evening.

    The Families on Fire Summer Camp has shut down temporarily due to vandalism at the location they rent out for the camp. I hope the people involved in that vandalism do not think that they did anybody any favors. The ministry is still active, and has yet another reason to stand strong. The vandalism makes it clear, that as with every issue, there are a great many assholes on every side of it.

    The Boys of Baraka is another piece by these filmmakers that has been in my Netflix queue for quite a while. After watching this, it will definitely be staying there, and might even move up a few spots.

  • I’ll Have a Hot Buttered Rum

    I am not Christian. I understand that a lot of people around the world celebrate Christmas as a secular holiday. Admittedly, I celebrated long after I realized I wasn’t Christian. Back when I decided to stop celebrating Christmas, I was still trying to achieve some sort of balance with certain factions of my blood relatives. They were very religious. It was an important holiday to them, and the secular celebration of it bothered them. I wanted to show some respect for their beliefs. I was planning to start a family of my own. I was trying to grasp what it was I was going to tell my child if I didn’t want to do the Jesus Christ’s birthday thing. I felt like it was more respectful of these relatives’ beliefs if I simply walked away from celebrating the holiday, rather than transforming it into a celebration of something that did fit into my world view better. In the intervening years I’ve gotten a far better picture of what those relatives, whose feelings I was worried about, really feel about me, and I am far less concerned now about trying to respect their beliefs. Still it did play a part in my decision.

    There is also a little thing oft referred to as family politics, as if regular politics weren’t ugly enough.

    My parents are divorced. They have been since I was very young. Where was I going for Christmas? Should I trade off every other year? Should I spend it with the one I wasn’t living with at the time? When I was a child they worked it out amongst themselves. If they argued about it, I was unaware or have blocked it out. I spent Christmas where I spent Christmas and probably got spoiled a little bit extra over the holidays because of it. I had fun with the people I was with. There were presents and twinkling lights, and a good many more sweets than I normally got to have. I missed the ones I wasn’t with. It was a “family holiday” and I was from a broken one.

    By the time I hit adolescence, the presents and the sweets mattered less to me. I was very aware I wasn’t Christian, although I wasn’t ready to tell people that yet. Instead I was trying to come to terms with this “Spirit of Christmas” or “Magic of Christmas” thing that people would go on about. It wasn’t what I saw. What I saw, was that the people who understood me, the people that I wanted to spend time with, were all stuck in a house with their relatives, while I was stuck in a house with my relatives. Yes, I was at that age when my peer group was becoming a stronger influence, than my parents. That was only part of it. I had also started to become a lot more aware of the various dynamics in the relationships around me, and I could see that I was not the only one who was not brimming with joy at every familial interaction. I was seeing things in the marriages of my relatives. I was hearing the exasperated tones. I noticed that people who rarely had a drink of alcohol had one for the holidays and that it was more a matter of dulling their senses than celebration. You shoved all the extendeds into one house together for a week and things got… tense. A game of Pictionary could end with somebody in tears, and I don’t mean one of the children. Once I was old enough to drive I would escape to spend time with my friends as soon as I could get away.

    When I met the person who would become my husband, it seemed inevitable that we would celebrate Christmas. We both always had. As we started to build our lives together we needed to sort out how we would celebrate the holiday as a family. As it happened, his parents divorced long ago too. So now we had 4 groups to choose from and no way to please everyone. It wasn’t just the basic 4 sets of our parents, we still had at least 1 grandparent living for each of those 4 parents.

    The first year we put up our own tree, which was fun and exciting. We got it for 5 bucks and had a lot of fun decorating. My mother bought us several very nice ornaments which was a gesture I really appreciate. We didn’t go visit her since she didn’t live locally. We had our own gift exchange at home, and we made some rounds to see the local friends and relatives.

    The next year my mother agreed to bring her family (both of my parents started new families after I was grown) to spend Christmas with us. I have to admit, this felt like a milestone. My mother and her family travelling to spend the holiday with us told me she believed I was a grown up, that she accepted my relationship, and knew I was really establishing my own household. It meant a lot to me. We got ourselves another 5 buck tree and decorated it. I planned my dinner menu (centered around a lamb roast). It would be our first Christmas that we were hosting. We also invited his mother and her husband. They said they would come. We did not invite my father over, who was also local. He had recently married a Buddhist they were still sorting out the Christmas thing. (I think now they celebrate it when they were spending it with my grandparents, and don’t otherwise, but I’m not certain. We have more interesting things to talk about.) This worked out better for us since we had a small apartment. On Christmas his mother didn’t call and didn’t show up. We waited a while and finally he called over to see when she’d be arriving, and she told him that she wasn’t feeling well.

    The next day we found out she was pissed off and offended that we were arrogant enough to think we could host our own Christmas. She had not gotten to have her own Christmas until she was married and had a child, and her son should come to her house for Christmas. The fact we had out of town guests did not figure into it. They were my guests.

    It became a bit of a thing, and she wouldn’t give us our gifts (including those by other people that were sent to her address) until we came to her house. At this point we were irritated and in the midst of a solidly petty and immature reaction ourselves, so we avoided going to her house completely. We’d meet for breakfast out at restaurants. It was many months until we ended up at and her house and got those gifts. Some were baked goods which were far from fresh at that point. Ghost of Christmas Past Shortbread Cookies, made with real butter and quite rancid.

    The whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth, literally and figuratively. To top it off, between the general stress of the season and the overwhelming workload of college life, we left the tree up long beyond the point of no return. We had managed to put the ornaments away, but once you pass the time that the garbage people will collect it on trash day, it became an effort to get rid of it. We didn’t have a truck to take it to the dump ourselves, and we were expending a lot of effort in a lot of other areas of our lives. The needles dried and many fell. The tree began to look much like a giant sized Charlie Brown tree. It stood as a reminder. When we got rid of it (way before we got those gifts, mind you) we knew it would be our last real tree. Before the next Christmas came along we’d already gotten the rest of the way through our decision making process. That was the last Christmas that we celebrated. It wasn’t particularly terrible. There were plenty of good parts to it. There just wasn’t the sort of personal meaning I was looking for.

  • Post 2 of The Things I Like Series

    When I was in the third grade, I wrote, directed and acted in my first play. Yes, I was a control freak from the start. When I got older I remained involved with theatre, but gave up on the acting part. As part of our program in college, you had to get on stage, so you knew what it was like from that side. I hated it from that side.

    From the other side, well it was quite a love/hate relationship. It continues to this day. At this moment I rarely do work, although I’ve had multiple people encouraging me to start volunteering at local theaters. It is tempting. I really love that line of work, except when I am hating it.

    Lately, I mostly remain an audience member. Often I am disturbed by the audience behavior. Turn off your damn phones. Don’t bring children if they cannot sit still and shut up. Don’t come yourself if you cannot sit still and shut up. Do they comprehend that the people up on stage can hear them?

    Some of the shows I watched in the past year were because I actively wanted a chance to see them. Others I saw based on the recommendations of friends. Others we attended because we knew somebody involved in the show. Sometimes I enjoy myself very little. Sometimes I enjoy myself immensely. Occasionally I can make it through an entire show without once thinking about how I would have done it differently. This year that actually happened multiple times, which was nice.

    A year in theatre (somewhat in order):

    “A Christmas Carol” (December 2005)
    “A North Hollywood Canteen Holiday”
    “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged)”
    “The Argonauts”
    “The Block”
    “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change”
    “Don’t Dress for Dinner”
    “Hairspray”
    “Usher”
    “Urinetown”
    “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat”
    “The Real Inspector Hound”
    “Black Comedy”
    “Wicked”
    “The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee”
    “Proof”
    “Sluts! The Musical”
    “Aesop’s Falables”
    “A Christmas Carol” (December 2006)

    The most recent “A Christmas Carol” that we attended (and we still have one more version of it to see this year) was put on at a private Christian school. I only found out where we were going an hour before we needed to leave the house. Not that knowing would have changed my agreement to go, it just would have changed my expectations a bit earlier. I thought we were going to a public high school production. It was a nice production. They obviously had a solid amount of money for costumes and actually did some very nice things with the set. I have to say I was impressed with the set. They were selling expensive jewelry outside to benefit the program and having a silent auction in the lobby as well. I suppose that is how they afford the nice costumes. There was the fairly typical mixture of talent levels for a school show. There were several nice singing voices. Overall, the whole accent thing did not go well, and I do not think the director should have had them attempt it. The show was performed in the school chapel. I have not been in a chapel since I worked as a wedding photographer. The pews were padded which was nice, but every little thump and movement carried all the way down, so the guy at the end of the row was irritating the crap out of me with his constant fidgeting. One of the many problems with having a very bad back is being quite sensitive to having seats knocked and shook. All in all, it was solid for a school production. They did Christian it up a, Jesus was mentioned multiple times during the play and the ghosts were termed “Angelic Spirits” first and thereafter were always referred to as spirits, never ghosts. I guess ghosts is a negative.

    When the play was finally over (this tale is one that I am extremely familiar with, and not one of my favorites to start, so it is no reflection on the show or anyone in it that I was happy to see it pass), I was thrilled because I was hungry for dinner, and more importantly I needed to find the restroom. I was unable to make a rapid exit because the lights immediately came up and the sermon and prayer session began. That hasn’t happened to me at a play before. I would seriously prefer it not happen again.