Thursday, July 1, 2010

Book Review: Anatomy of the Soul

First, I must make it clear that I have interacted with this book in ways which the average reader probably never will. For starters, I myself am in the process (though currently paused) of earning a degree in a psychology field. This was, in fact, one of the reasons I selected this book. However, my academic appreciation for Anatomy of the Soul did not keep me from appreciating it on other levels. I'll attempt to briefly discuss a few of them below.

Literary, Dr. Curt Thompson is a master storyteller. I'm willing to admit that my own interest in counseling/psychology probably has a lot to do with my fascination of his stories, but he illustrates his points in a fascinating way through real-life examples. On the other hand, his metaphors can be over-exaggerated at times, and he has accepted too many of the modern chic elements of writing, but the book is definitely engaging and well-written. The structure of the book does oscillate between the scientific, theological, and practical, but Thompson does an excellent job of keeping each type of section compelling.

One fairly major quibble with the book format is the way in which his Integration Exercises have been randomly inserted throughout the book. These are several hands-on exercises, described in a page or two, which readers may use to help integrate Thompson's points into their lives. The idea of including these exercises was brilliant, but they occur in random places, many times breaking up sentences or paragraphs. The first few confused me greatly since the only differentiation between them and the surrounding text is a slight change of font. The biggest problem with this approach, besides being confusing, is that the readers will probably skip them to finish the rest of Thompson's thought and forget to come back. It would have been much more helpful, not to mention logical, for the Integration Exercises to be included at the end of chapters or in logical breaks in Thompson's thoughts.

Scientifically, Dr. Thompson does an excellent job of presenting a heap of psychological, neurological, and other scientific material in layman's terms. The front cover says that the book will explore "surprising connections between neuroscience and spiritual practices that can transform your life and relationships". It does just that. At times the scientific terminologies were slightly over my head, but Thompson does an outstanding job of explaining how neurological pathways are created, pruned, strengthened, and weakened throughout an individual's life. A portion of his book explores how consciously creating new neurological pathways can help to strengthen the Christian life, particularly the Fruit of the Spirit and the two qualities of Mercy and Justice (more on that in a bit). This proves to be an enriching and blessing blend of Christianity and Neuroscience.

One section of the book deals with how the ancient spiritual disciplines, so often and tragically neglected by modern Evangelicals in the West, have been proven scientifically as ways of reinforcing this brain re-wiring. Thompson points out in multiple places that he views Scripture as authoritative and thus is not shocked to find that there are now scientifically verifiable reasons for practicing the disciplines of fasting, confession, silence, solitude, Scripture reading, etc.

Along the way, Thompson reviews Attachment Theory (something every Christian parent, teacher, or child worker should be familiar with), the biological make-up of the brain (right v. left and the triune brain), the role and substance of memory, the dis-integration that happens in a person's mind because of shame ("Pride and shame are in fact two sides of the same coin" [page 241] says Thompson), the dangers of having a dis-integrated mind and the value of having a integrated mind, and the role of the prefrontal cortex in the areas of decision making and emotions. He emphasizes multiple times the importance of integration, specifically of the right (emotional, "we" centered) and left (logical, "I" centered) hemispheres of the brain (neither is more important than the other), and of "paying attention to what you're paying attention to". His scientific discussion also helps readers understand how the brain functions during an emotion, thought, or subconscious action. Knowing this allows one to rewire his neural pathways so that a) if the emotion, thought, or action is sinful, the root causes can be dealt with or b) if the emotion, thought, or action is holy, it can be encouraged, repeated, and memorized.

Another important aspect of the book is Thompson's idea of, as he calls it, the process of being known. He states the importance of being known: "It is only when we are known that we are positioned to become conduits of love" (page 3). This is an important element of Christianity, one that reaches into eternity past through the doctrine of the Trinity but which has been tragically forgotten in modern Christian thought, to the point that, as Thompson points out, few people realize that they are not being known by anyone, including themselves. Thus, we define "love" either intellectually or emotionally, but rarely a synthesis of the two.

Thompson also points back to the importance of both knowing and being known by God, something he says is next to impossible if the neurological patterns of an individual haven't been ordered through foundational relationships to at least have a blueprint (I.E., Attachment Theory) of the way God responds. In other words, if a person has grown up with angry, demanding parents, he cannot see God as anything but angry and demanding until his brain has a blueprint, picked up from other relationships or observing others' relationships, that enables his neurons to create a pattern for a non-angry God.

Theologically, Thompson has a lot of interesting ideas. First, he points out (somewhat subtly) that science and theology are both written by God and should fit together; his definition of "science" is "the study of God's good creation" (page 238). Ergo (though technically unstated by Thompson), what Scripture reveals should help guide our interpretation of scientific facts and what science reveals should help guide our theological interpretation of Scripture. It's an interesting idea, one that many Christians, especially scientists and theologians, will not agree with.

One of the biggest controversial theological claims Thompson makes in Anatomy of the Soul is that "We delude ourselves into thinking that we know God, but God as we believe him to be - in control and invulnerable - not God as Scripture describes him to be: risk-taking and able to be hurt badly." He argues, in essence, that humans can affect God (not his being, but his emotions). Hard-core Calvinists will likely find this idea repugnant. Indeed, most other orthodox Christians will find the idea difficult to balance with their (quite proper) theology of God as sovereign, unchangeable, all-knowing, etc. Yet the idea has clear Scriptural backing, and I wonder if there is as big of a paradox as first appears, but perhaps it's an idea that should be explored and discussed more.

One thing that does make me a bit squeamish, though, is the way in which Thompson presents his theological ideas (with the exception of the above idea): He rarely cites Scripture accurately and, even when what he's saying clearly agrees with what Scripture says, he tends to get there in a sketchy or confusing way. For example, in one section discussing the Fall and Eve's reaction to the Serpent, he goes out of his way to say that we can't add to what is in the text, but the whole discussion is based on analysing Eve's brain processes which of course involves several extra-textual presuppositions. Elsewhere, Thompson often dismisses or twists Scripture to fit what he's saying, even when his interpretation makes little sense in the original context. Not that he isn't in good company since 100% of human Christians (especially theologians of all brands) do this at some point, but it is a little too prevalent in the book. Again, I'm not saying his interpretation of Scripture is heretical or seriously flawed, but his methods are. Unfortunately this flaw will likely give credence to those wishing to ignore the major themes of his book.

Another troubling example of Thompson's tendency in this area has to do with his elevation of mercy and justice as the primary functions of Christians in social interaction. No Christian should have a problem with mercy and justice, to be sure, but there's absolutely no Biblical reason (or scientific reason for that matter) why these two should be elevated above, say, harmony, grace, humility, or, most importantly, Truth. Not that Thompson doubts or questions the value of any of the above, especially Truth. On the contrary, he does discuss each of them and, despite sounding like one at times, Thompson is certainly no post-modernist. He strongly believes in the authority of Scripture. But the problem lays in his making assertions (such as that justice and mercy are the greatest outworking of the Spirit in society) with no real backing, either Scriptural or scientific, for his claims.

Related, Thompson tends to make brief comments about several hot-button political issues that are at least a distraction from the main thesis of the book and at most should make anyone familiar with Scripture raise their eyebrows. His unspoken but between-the-lines views of the death penalty, Evolution, and homosexuality reveal a troubling arrogance and elevation of his own mind/emotions above what Scripture clearly says (I could have misinterpreted his positions on any/all of these, but there I would say he should be faulted for being so vague and repeat the assertion that these issues shouldn't even be addressed unless one wants to take the time to properly clarify one's position, something which would be highly inappropriate for this book).

The biggest problem with Thompson's sketchy interpretation of Scripture (or ignoring of Scripture) and his needless inclusion of hot-button political points is that, because he is wrong in some of these areas, it calls into question his major themes and points, especially for those who tend to be more theologically astute. This presents a two-pronged problem:

  1. Those who are in the most need of this book are probably the more conservative, fundamentalist types who will automatically use Thompson's weakness in this area as an excuse to ignore the rest of his mostly excellent ideas. Thus, those who would have benefited the most will simply ignore his valid points because of his weak, minor points. 
  2. Thompson's faulty interpretations and other errors are likely to be swallowed whole by those who do benefit from the book. This is why the apostles and Early Church warned about being too anxious to teach: you are responsible for even the minor errors you teach. 

All of that detracts from the otherwise strong and beautiful theme of Anatomy of the Soul: "When our brains operate in a flexible, adaptive, coherent, energized, and stable fashion, we are able to live in community in a way that encourages those around us to develop these same qualities." It is a stellar theme, one that the Evangelical world is, quite literally, dying to understand (or for lack of understanding). What I mean is that ignoring the basic principles Thompson presents in this book are what have lead to the spiritual and intellectual devolution of modern Evangelicals, whether they be more liberal-minded or conservative fundamentalists.

Despite the flaws, I highly recommend this book to anyone interested in discovering how to improve relations, move closer to God, or integrate his mind, spiritual life, and actions more fully. As with any book, just be cautious about the author's own flaws, particularly how his political ideals may affect his interpretation of data (both Scriptural and Scientific).

One last word of caution: About halfway (or earlier) through the book you will feel overwhelmed. I certainly did and the majority of the scientific and relational material was not new to me. Keep with it. Anatomy of the Soul is definitely worth reading to the end. Feel free to take a break, but make sure you go back and finish.

*Please note: Anatomy of the Soul was provided free of charge by Tyndale Press for review purposes. The author of this review received no financial compensation and has not been influenced by Tyndale Press, the author, or any entity concerning this product.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Fruit!

I'm finally settling back down in the States, as much as I can these days. I'm not sure what I'll be doing next autumn, much less next month. Being back State-side is a mixed bag; lots of things I love and lots of things that are hard to get re-used to. Some things I hope I never get re-used to.

But that's another post for another time. I'm in a hurry and just wanted to let my avid readers know with what the majority of my time in the last few days has been taken:

Fruit!

All kinds of fruit! I visited my brother and sister-in-law over in Louisiana last week and picked up about 8 pounds of blueberries and about 5 pounds of blackberries. Last week was dedicated to freezing half of each, cooking blueberry muffins, and then heading back to LA to attend my sister-in-law's citizenship ceremony (congrats once again!). Freezing blueberries/blackberries is not a small chore since each berry must be washed, inspected, dried, and laid out on cookie sheets to freeze. After the berries have frozen overnight, they can then be placed in plastic bags. This keeps them from sticking together and getting all gross when thawing out. Berries, berries, berries!

Today I spent the morning trying to pay a little attention to my grandmother's mini-peach orchard. It's mini because there are only four trees. Last year the four trees produced a total of about 30 peaches, only half of which were actually good. I pruned all the trees last year (something that hadn't been done for around three years). Two trees are beginning to ripen and are loaded down with close to a thousand or more peaches between the two (not exaggerating; the branches of one are literally laying on the ground). Unfortunately, no one was around a few weeks ago to thin the peaches when they should have been (1,000 peaches is waaaaay too many for two trees), so they are all about half the size of normal peaches. But they are just as sweet and delicious!

This morning was spent thinning the other two trees. I picked off almost 200 small green peaches, hopefully giving the rest a chance to grow big and strong. Then I picked about a bushel of peaches from the ones that are beginning to ripen. This is actually the second bushel (I took about a bushel to my bro last week), but there are still a good 15 bushels out there. Incredible. And what are we going to do with them all?!?!

Ideas?

Then the afternoon was spent pouring over recipes on what we should do with the rest of our blackberries, blueberries, and the forthcoming great load of peaches, and I mashed all of the rest of the blackberries in an attempt to de-seed them. It was a brutal experience. I'm not sure we'll ever get the blood, er, juice cleaned up. I made blackberry tea this evening, and we went shopping for ingredients for tomorrow's adventure. We're going to make blackberry cobbler tomorrow while the rest of the blueberries have been sentenced to a fate of ice cream and scones. Yummy!

We've also come up with recipes for peach and pecan pie (my grandmother's pecan trees produced a load last autumn after I left for France), peach ice cream, and peach cobbler. And, of course, we'll probably jam/jelly quite a bit too.

About the time we finish with the first batch of peaches, the second batch should be ripening. These will be much nicer for eating and, perhaps, freezing.

Then - Oh, we aren't done yet! - the grapes and figs should be ripening early next month and, since I also pruned both of them for the first time in several years last year, they both promise to produce a healthy crop as well this year. And, if this isn't enough, I feel confident that we will be blessed with several bushels of persimmons, and possibly even some apples and/or pears in the next few weeks as well. And I'm crossing my fingers that more berries will be arriving from Louisiana in a few weeks' time.

Finally, if I'm still around in September, there's the pecans that will need to be harvested once again...

The funny thing is that I'm actually loving all of this! From picking blueberries/blackberries to thinning the peaches and helping my grandmother come up with interesting ideas for what to do with our bounty, I'm finding this all quite interesting and invigorating.

Maybe I should be a farmer.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Nothing Much New

Howdy friends and family out there in the virtual world!

I know it has been a terribly crazy time since I've posted here. I do apologize. Let me give you a brief run down on all that has happened since my last post:

February - I had (another) two weeks of holiday but was taking intensive online courses at the same time. February ended up being too busy to do any traveling or, to be honest, anything interesting at all.

March - After my online courses ended, I re-arranged my work schedule to allow me to head to l'Abri in Switzerland for a week. I also visited Geneva on my way through both ways. Switzerland is so beautiful. I could live there. But then again, I could live just about anywhere I've visited in Europe!

I had such a good and relaxing time in l'Abri. Nothing that I want terribly to write about here, but it was definitely a good time. In Geneva, I visited the Reformation Museum, St. Peter's Cathedral, and a few other historical places. I learned all sorts of interesting stuff about Calving and the French/Swiss Reformation (most of it was really just review).

Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures because I had a bad water-related accident with my iPhone while in Switzerland. It fried something on the mother board and I've spent the last 3 weeks trying to get it worked out. I'm really, really starting to get frustrated but I think it may all work out soon.... The whole story requires another post, but it does make for a funny story. In that tragic, painful sort of way.

April - Another two weeks of holiday that just ended last week! For the first week, one of my oldest friends (in length of friendship, not age) came all the way from Turkey with two of her colleagues just to visit me here in lovely France. We had a stupendous time. I didn't take any pictures for two reasons: 1) I still did have my iPhone (though I do have a camera) and 2) they took so many I didn't figure I would need any. They promised me that I would get copies of some of them. Maybe I'll post some in a few months... ;)

Meanwhile, if you want to see how our time went, head over to Miss N's blog and check out her last few posts (April 2010). She's got several good photos and descriptions of holidaying in France.

And that brings us to now! You see, nothing much going on over here... ;)

Friday, January 29, 2010

I'll Bring the Salsa


I know I need to get Marseille pictures finished. They're coming soon. In the meantime, enjoy this anecdote from earlier this week:

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Marseille I: First glipse of the Sea

At the beginning of December, my dormmates and I took a trip to Marseille in the south of France. It was a good weekend, but so much colder than we thought! As much as I've previously traveled around Europe, this was the first time I had ever seen the Mediterranean Sea (which I still have to look up whenever I spell it). I was pretty excited, let me tell you! Below the fold you'll find some pictures from our time there.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Around Amiens

Here are some pictures I took awhile back of around Amiens. I'm still meaning to post some pics of the school campus and my room... maybe next week?

Thanksgiving Feast!

I've been meaning to post pictures from our Thanksgiving feast for awhile now. I was hoping to be able to get some of the picture off of Facebook to include a photo of all of the American chefs, but sadly, I'll just have to stick with the pics I took on my iPhone.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Christmas Music!

With Thanksgiving past, Thursday was the official start of the American Christmas season. Also in Amiens, the Marché de Nöel started last Saturday, and I got a glimpse of the lights and decorations downtown Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Spiritually, yesterday was the First Sunday of Advent.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Ice Skating!


A few weeks ago I went ice skating with my German roommate and four other Germans. It was a fun adventure. The last time I was ice skating was when Spiff and Mrs. Spiff were courting, which was a looooooong time ago (one 'o' for every year). I was really rusty, but it was a blast! Below are some pics of me at the skating rink.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Châteaux-ing, II

The second château we visited was much, much older. Sadly, it had been bombed in one of the wars (I think the Great War, but I could be wrong). All that survives is broken wall surrounding the restored church inside. Everything else was abandoned and enver repaired. Pictures below the fold.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Châteaux-ing, I

One of my first weeks here, we went chateaux-ing around Amiens. We meaning myself and my German roommate. It was a lot of fun. And it was really nice that he brought his car to France. Below the fold are some pictures of one of our adventures.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Back on the Air!

Well, a lot has happened since I last updated! But first thing's first: I think we're back on the air!

Yesterday the school changed Internet filters. I guess they decided the one they were using wasn't strong enough since we could still use Deezer.com and Grooveshark. So they changed to a new filter. At first I was really irritated because I couldn't access some of the things I used to be able to do. Then I randomly visited a blog just a few minutes ago, another blogspot blog, and noticed that the toolbar was available! Before, I could read blogspot blogs but not log in to comment or to post on mine. With much excitement I clicked on the "log in" button and, low and behold, I am now able to post on my blog!!!

Quick updates on various aspects of life

Job: I'm nearing the 2 month mark here in France, and I'm still loving it! I've gotten settled into teaching. I never thought I could enjoy something so much as this. It's been so much fun. I have my off days, to be sure, but for the most part I love the kids, my collegues, and the job. The paperwork, on the other hand, is still overwhelming. I'm not sure why it has to be so complicated!

Church: I found a nice church through several 'coincidental' happenings. I'm amazed at God's grace to me in even these small things. I'll write more about my church later, but for now I'll just say that the people are ever so welcoming. Even with the language barrier, they've been trying to include me in Bible studies, prayer meetings, youth days, and everything that happens at the church. One of the elders even suggested the other day that the church incorporate some English songs to make us (3) anglophones more at home. I actually don't like the idea, but I'm touched by the thought.

School: Master's courses are in full swing. Actually this week is midterms. I'm enjoying them a lot but am still having some trouble getting back into the 'rhythm' of academic life. Funny, it's only been a few months! But I'm not really cut out for online courses, so this is a triple challenge for me.

Housing: I'm living in a dormitory style apartment. I have my own private room but share a kitchen, bathroom, and washroom with 2 other Americans and a German. We have a lot of good times, but it can also be stressful sometimes. I'm sure I'll write more about them in the coming months.

Other: We're starting an English version of The Truth Project tomorrow! I'm so very excited. I'm sad to say that not as many people as I had hoped are able to come (there were four English assistants interested, but it's looking like 1 or 2 won't be able to make it). But God is Sovereign, and I'm trusting that He'll provide those He wants to come.

Holiday: Well, the French have so many holidays. Right after getting two weeks off for Halloween (okay, it was actually All Saints, but same thing, right?), we got the following Wednesday off for Armistice Day. Nice. Now we're all looking forward to Christmas holiday starting on 19 December. Exciting stuff, I tell you. I've asked off for Thanksgiving Day and am awaiting a reply from two of my collegues. 

Okay, I'll try to update in the next few days with pictures, stories, etc.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Two Stories

I still don't have access to Blogspot in my room, so I'm having to do only text updates infrequently until they get that worked out. Hopefully that will be next week. Realistically, it might happen before January. That is, unless I invite the network administrator out for a drink before asking him. Or discover that we're related somehow. Or I marry his daughter. Or my supervisor happens to be his sister. Or he knows and likes another American. Or... well, you get the idea.

One day I'm hoping to upload pictures of the campus. Not sure how I'm going to do this since flashdrives are interdits (forbidden) on the school's computers. We'll see what I can figure out.


Classes have now been going for two weeks. My students range from being being stupid in any language to being straight up anglophones (native English speakers). Seriously. Here are two of my fun stories from the last two weeks:
  • Making my first student cry. Okay, it wasn't really fun, but it was interesting. She wouldn't say anything to me. I asked her some simple question (I think it was, "what are you studying", but I can't remember for sure), and she just gapped at me. I said, "try". She stared at me. I said, "it's okay if it isn't right, just try". She stared at me. I said, "essayes" (try). She stared at me. I said, "parles quelque chose" (say something). She stared at me. I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her, determined to get something out of her. I did. She covered her face and sobbed. I moved on to the next student. I won't be having her in class again. That's good for both of us.
  • Being taught English by one of my students. I was supposed to oversee a sort of special study hall for three students from different classes. I had done this earlier and found that I like the arrangement since the students don't typically know each other. My first student enters and says (in perfect British-English), "Where are you from?". "The United States" I say. "Ah! I'm so glad to have an English speaker! The teachers here... well they all speak with a bad accent..." I'm dumbfounded. This is more English than I have ever heard from a student. "Where are you from?" I ask. "Nigeria" he says. "Great", I think, "why did they send me an anglophone?" Then my next two students come in. Both girls were native French-speakers and fairly weak in English. So I had to try to teach an English class and be interesting for two people who hardly speak English and one who speaks it as his mother tongue. He was excited to speak English with someone who actually spoke English. He wouldn't slow down for the others, and he just looked at me strangely when I spoke slowly and put breaks between my words. I'm sure he thought I was a bit retarded. I ended up making the class about differences between British-English and American-English. I learned a lot. The girls, I'm afraid, didn't. They mostly just stared off into space while he asked me questions about gangs, hamburgers, and life in America.
I have more, and they'll be coming soon (I hope). Until then, Bon Courage!

Friday, October 9, 2009

Arrival in France

I know it has been quite some time since I used this blog. I guess the last time I really used it was last summer when I was in Brussels. But I'm hoping to get it going on a more regular basis now that I'm in beautiful Amiens, France for the school year!

Where is Amiens, France, you might ask? I had no idea either before getting my letter saying I was assigned here. It's in the north of France, Picardy to be precise. A little north of Normandy. It happens to also be the capitol city of this lovely region.

I arrived in France on September 23 for several days' visit in Paris. I stayed at a lovely guesthouse recommended by some friends who only live a couple of blocks away. I had some great talks with both Mme. and M. B. She's American living in France and married to a Frenchman, so she gave me lots of tips (and an extremely valuable book) on French culture, etc.

Then I headed to Amiens on Saturday. I met up with one of my new collegues at the train station. I was immediately taken and dropped at another collegue's house. This one is married to an Australian who had been home from a world tour with his business for only 2 days. That evening I got to enjoy my first French party (a welcome home/birthday party). Super crazy. But fun. And educational.

And great for my French. In French culture, as in any I suppose, there are so many faux pas one can accidentally commit. What's to be done? I had the luck of being chosen to help serve the champagne. Why? Not sure. This is a delicate task in France. It must be served according to age rank and gender. I had no idea. Nor did I have the foggiest idea who to serve first. Fortunately, my host helped me out. Which was good. The 'oldest woman' in the room looked about 10 years younger than at least two of the others. *sigh* I survived. And they all got their champagne. And no one cursed me in French. They all smiled and enjoyed their glasses of champagne.

And I even got an invitation to another party fort the end of November, to the home of one of the French couples! My American friend's book said this is practically unheard of, so I felt like I accomplished something. At least I hadn't offended them.

Then off to school on Monday. The week was spent filling out paperwork, moving in, meeting millions of people (okay, more like dozens, but they all blend together after about 4 for me). There are still people people who I don't know and don't remember meeting who come up to meet and just start talking to me as if we have been friends since the cradle. I haven't an idea in the world who they are, but they seem adament then they know me. Okay. Whatever. That's French culture! Roll with it. Yesterday I had one of my collegues introduce me to the Italian professor (I had a message to relay to him but didn't know who he was) only to have him inform her, very passionately, that of course he already knew me and no introduction was needed. And a slight wink in my direction as if sharing a joke with me: "silly woman, doesn't know that we're best friends". I smiled back. This is what we do in France.

I'll have to share more another time. I'm having problems with my computer (again, it seems to happen when I come to Europe). I gave it to the Computer Department to work on here at the school, and she told me that the mother board is broken. *sigh* So now they've lent me one for an indefinite period. But I can't access facebook, youtube, or blogger in my room. I have to go to the school's library for them. Posting may be slow until we work something out for that.

Until next time!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Martyr's Day!

It's that time again. I won't go into the reasons I detest the modern celebration of Saint Valentine's Day (if you're interested, you can read them here ), but I will say that, every year I think more about the historical Valentine, I become more convinced that the modern practices of the day should be totally scrapped.

I'm not a female, but maybe one of you can chime in and tell me how romantic it is if your man buys flowers, chocolates, etc. for you on the one day that they are told by the entire culture and shouted at for weeks by store, TV, and radio advertisements how they need to. Let's face it, the majority of American males, even those who passionately love their female companions, are not getting them flowers on this day because of their undying love; they're doing it because they've been guilted into it and feel like their wives have an expectation for it. They're doing it because they are told to.

It doesn't seem to me that romantic attention on this day means much: everyone else is doing it, and you're made to feel bad if you don't participate (however it is that culture tells you to particpate). Buying someone a card, flowers, or chocolate on Valentine's Day to show your affection is rather like showing your love to your significant other by wearing the same clothes you would have anyway or doing some "special job" for her/him that you would have done anyway. It even seems comparable to trying to show your wife you life her by doing your taxes. It seems to me that this day's observances are, in reality, anti-romantic.

All of this is easy for me to say. I don't have a significant other. I am, along with millions of others on this day, celebrating Single's Awareness Day (or S.A.D for short). Perhaps my feelings about the holiday are simply my resentment toward being single bubbling up in me. Funny how I don't feel that resentful though.

But I don't think I'm going to celebrate modern Valentine's Day even if/when I get married either. Of course I'll have to talk that one over with my wife, but it seems much more appropriate to have a spontaneous day of romance at another time (a week later when everything is 75% off!) instead of following the dictates of the combined efforts of Hollywood and Wall-Street marketers, very few of whom have probably even had dinner with their own families in a very long time. Believe me, when I need advice on romance, I won't be going to Wal-Mart or Hershy's executives for for it. Instead, I'd like my family to observe this day as what it was originally intended to be: a celebration of Christ's martyrs, those whose blood has been the seed of the Church. Ultimately, that's a reflection of the most romantic action that has ever taken place in the entire history of the human race: Christ's self-giving sacrifice for his beloved Bride.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Since December

I shall have to update on last semester at another time. Right now, I'm just going to let you all know where I am and what I'm doing right now.

Not much, really.

I graduated from College of the Ozarks with a major in International Business and minors in French and Philosophy & Religion. I did actually make Summa Cum Laude, but there were a few moments of stress and doubt. CofO doesn't have a ceremony in December, so mid-term graduates walk with the May graduates. Right now, I plan to head back up to Branson for graduation in May.

Because of my awkward graduation date and my exceptionally heavy class load last semester (22 hrs.), I did not have a job or any other plans lined out for January. I made it through Christmas with little problems and headed back up to Branson for a weekend to turn in applications and look for an apartment. This is what I really wanted to do: get a job, live in Branson, hang out with my friends, audit a few classes at CofO, and wait around until September when I plan to move to France to teach English.

What really happened is that no jobs to my liking have come open in Branson. I headed south to visit my grandmother in Texas. My grandfather passed away two summers ago, and she's been living on her farm alone ever since (with abundant visits from family close enough to do so). I asked her if she would be interested in me moving down to live with her for a few months before I move to France, and she said she'd love to have me if I could do it. I decided to shop around for jobs in Texas and see what came up. I currently have 2-4 leads and have not exhausted the opportunities yet. Though it's not quite what I had in mind after graduating, I'm excited for this opportunity for many reasons.

My grandmother is a very loving, generous, and caring woman. She's also very wise but at the same time "up-to-date" with the real world. Her mind is sharp and she's in great physical condition too (especially considering her age). She just makes life so very comfortable to be around. This makes it sound like I'm letting her wait on me hand and foot, but that really isn't true either. She's more than happy to make me dinner or wash my clothes, but in reality we do a lot of things together, and I do a lot of things for her. That's not because she needs me to but because she's the type of person that makes just being around her relaxing and comfortable. It feels like a holiday even though I'm doing a fair amount of work. For example, getting up and helping her get breakfast ready at 7:00 isn't really as hard as mornings have always been for me (my former roommates and siblings can all acount to the fact that I am NOT a morning person), though I would still rather wait for breakfast until 10:00.... ;)

Last semester, I also got interested in pursuing a Master's Degree in Psychology or Counseling. Right now I'm leaning to Marriage, Couple, and Family Counseling/Therapy. I had planned to do this online via Capella University, but the program is significantly more expensive than I originally thought ($40,700) versus much more reasonably priced Christian universities (Liberty University online or Southwest Baptist Seminary in Fort Worth which both cost less than half of Capella's tuition). I wanted to avoid Christian institutions because I want to be able to work in secular counseling situations, but right now I'm starting to think that maybe I should go for it. I have a fairly pushy recruiting agent at Capella who won't like me to withdraw. I'm already accepted and he's been badgering me to start in Februrary, but I've finally told him that I won't start until March at the earliest. Now I'm reconsidering again, but I'll have to decide by the end of February. Hopefully I'll have a job by then.

C.S. Lewis has also been a nice companion since Christmas. Some friends of mine gave me an Amazon.com giftcard, so I used it buy some of his books. So far I'm enjoying them immensely. I've always liked Lewis; he has a brilliant way of outlining Truth in a way that makes it graspable. Certainly he isn't right on everything, but who is? I've been mostly reading his fiction works: Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, That Hideous Strength (The Cosmic/Space Trilogy), and a collection of short and unfinished stories entitled The Dark Tower and Other Stories. Some are strange, but most are excellent. I'll review the Cosmic Trilogy later. Now I'm out of his fiction (I left Till We Have Face at home) so I'm reading The Four Love again (so far my favorite Lewis book) and random essays from God in the Dock and Christian Reflections.

So here I am in Texas, looking for a job, doing research on Master's, enjoying Mr. Lewis's well-written literature, and thinking about what I want to do with my life. Pray for direction for me, if you think about it.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Pathetic

The semester is over, and the new one is well on its way. I'm not taking classes right now so it makes little difference to me. Graduating from college has proven to be one of the most complex changes in awhile, but I'll write another post on that sometime. This is really just a note to say how sorry I am that I've procrastinated and failed to write anything for soooo long. I'm pathetic. I have no excuses right now, since I'm not taking classes and I'm unemployed. More on that later too. Anyway, hopefully this is the start of more habitual posting.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Two Months!!!

Can it really have been two months since I've posted? I suppose it has been, give or take a few days. If there is anyone who still bothers to come and check out any updates, I'd like to say that I do apologize for such rudeness. There really isn't any reason for it, but my excuse is that I've been severely busy with school. As most of you probably know, this is my last semester, and I've got a full load (22 hours), plus I'm working on trying to figure out my plans for next semester. I have a lot to say about my semester, but I think I had better keep things in chronological order and wait until I finish posting the rest of my summer adventures (seems so long ago...). So please consider this note a quick "we're back on the air" notice, and I hope to be more faithful in the next two months.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Points of History (Berlin, III)

The Brandenburg Gate was a sign of national pride and strength. The main central gate was reserved only for the coaches of the Kaiser. After WWII when the city of Berlin was divided into four different sections (American, British, French, and Soviet), the gate served as the border between the West and East. The Russians, Europeans, and Americans agreed that the gate must be repaired and reopened after suffering massive damage during the bombing of Berlin. New statues were ordered repairs were done by both sides. However, before the gate could be unveiled, the Soviets began work on the Berlin Wall. Since the Gate officially belonged on the Soviet side but much too close to the allied side, it ended up in No Man’s Land, the area between the Berlin Wall and another, smaller wall that kept the Eastern Berliners (not jelly doughnuts as one famous U.S. President said) from trying to get to the Wall.

There was a cool Russian guy who sold visa stamps and post cards. I got a visa stamp from the American, British, French, and Soviet sides, as well West Germany and East Germany. Behind him were these two guys with the British and American flag. I asked, in French, where the French flag was, and they said they only spoke English and German. I thought this was strange since most Europeans speak at least three different languages and probably four or five. But oh well. I asked in English. They looked at me with a stupefied expression and pointed toward the French embassy as if they were shocked that I had spoken English. I asked them, since Western Berlin was originally split between the three countries, why they didn’t have a compatriot to represent the French. They answered, in halting English, that three people was too many. I finally figured out they weren’t actually American or British. In fact I don’t think they were even German. I’m pretty sure they were Turkish. Oh well. Makes for a cool photo, eh?

But I did find the French at Checkpoint Charlie, the main (only?) border passing between Eastern and Western Berlin. I was again pretty sure he wasn’t really French, but I didn't get a chance to ask him. Oh, and that American had some sort of foreign accent.

I’m pretty sure Checkpoint Charlie was the only checkpoint because, even though it was located in the American section, the signs were written in English, Russian, French, and German. Why French? It would have made more sense for them to use the French crossing if there had been one.

I love this picture of the four flags. Strange to me that neither German flag is included.

So that was my trip to Berlin, a city of rich but tragic history. And I see nothing but equal amounts of pain and tragedy for the city in the future. Though the city and the country have only be reunified for less than 20 years, Germany faces again losing its identify on two fronts: The EU and the massive amounts of immigration who bring, and are slowly replacing Christianity/Secularism/Atheism with, Islam. If Germany is still existing as a free independent democracy in 25 years it will be a miracle. Or it will be because they have, once again, had a bloody civil war.

Exploring Berlin (Berlin, II)

After my visit to Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s house, I still had about ten hours before my train was to leave. I decided to explore a bit of the city. First I took a river boat and got a view of the center of the city. There’s an island in the middle of the main river of Berlin that has five different museums and little, if any, else. It’s called, appropriately enough, Museum Island.

This is the oldest chapel in Berlin.

The Reichstag is the building of the national parliament, the Baumstang (sp?). Also close by are the Chancellor’s offices, the Parliamentary library, and other national offices. I did actually go up into the glass globe later on. From the top you can see almost all of Berlin.

The golden dome is the rebuilt National Jewish Synagogue. This was an interesting photo to me with the smoke stack to the right and front of the Synagogue. As most know, the smoke stack was a horrifying symbol of Nazi murder and torture of the Jews.