Monday, April 6, 2009

you would die rather then stay on earth?

The scene starts out with Jacob and his brother sitting there talking to the film makers. In the interview process the young men filming the interview asks Jacob about his situation.

Jacob starts to talk about his lack of food, clothes, blankets, safety, etc. etc. etc. The boy Jacob's acceptance at the beginning of the scene is unsettling. There is a steely look in his eyes as he explains how he is nothing, how he has no food, blankets, clothing, etc. He and his brother are just two, they are insignificant. 

"I love you, but now I miss you. So, it is better when we meet. But we are not going to meet... We may meet in Heaven, you see. So, it is better, I will not talk much." Jacob says when explaining how he deals with his brother's death. They were three, now they're two. "I will start something because if I saw my brother once again... I don't..." Jacob trails off into tears covering his face.

This particular scene was so entirely unsettling. As the the person filming whispers, "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay." It's so damn hard to see Jacob go from accepting his own fate and then becoming undone with his brother's fate. As if, Jacob's life is nothing. 

I've been studying the last week of Jesus' life this week. Shockingly enough, the Church is currently studying the last week of Jesus' life. It happens to be Passion Week. There is this scene where Jesus during the last supper tells his friends: "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. ... I now call you friends." 

Jacob's love for his brother reminds me of Jesus love for me.



Thursday, January 22, 2009

Eggshells

My house sits proudly on the top of a steep hill. From the master bedroom I can look out the window and down the street and the happy eggshell colored suburb is laid out before me. My family has a pool. On hot blistering days when I'm standing in the master bedroom looking down the street and thinking prolific thoughts about my happy eggshell colored neighborhood I can see a stampede of children running to my house to swim. Across the street is a goofy family. The oldest daughter who lives there and I used to work together for her father at the Home Depot. We would stand at a booth and try to sign up customers for heating and air conditioning consultations. Our quota was 10 sign ups a week, we were lucky to get that a month. Two houses down from mine are the cousins of the girl I used to work with. They are a progressive family. The mom works and the dad is a stay at home dad. The youngest son in that family is about 10 years old and has seen more rated R movies then I have. Across the street from the cousins is the home of the jerk that hit my car and ran. I know it was him because I was parked in front of his driveway and the giant dent in my car had white streaks in it from presumably his white car. A little bit further down the road is a lady I used to work with. Her house is yellow, which is very edgy. When I'm walking around the neighborhood she doesn't say hi, I don't think she remembers we work together. The second to last house on the street is where two of my first piano students live. They never practiced, often skipped lessons, and one time one of them farted and blamed it on me. I stopped teaching them. The last house on the street is horrifying, absolutely beyond the shadow of a doubt horrifying. There dwell several convicted criminals. One of the convicts living there once beat up a guy so badly the guy's eyeball fell out of its socket and was only connected by a sinewy nerve ending. Another kid used to sit at street corners and shoot paintballs at the windshields of passing by cars with the intention of causing a car accident. The youngest daughter once broke into the high school with a group of friends. They spray painted all the lockers and defecated all over the principal's desk. But the worst of them living there is the gym teacher! She once got mad at me for running the mile slowly, and then proceeded to "teach" me how to run. From the master bedroom of my house I can look down on my neighbors and be reminded of all my happy memories of the eggshell colored neighborhood: standing at the Home Depot, teaching little flatulaters how to play piano, and praying feverishly that my eyeballs will remain in their sockets.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The Most Important Lessons #2


Once upon a time, there was a young, cordial, cardigan wearing, friendly neighbor named Tommy. Tommy went to church 39 times a week, played Stickball in the street with the neighborhood rascals, taught ESL to under privelaged youths in the inner city, gave 99% of his money to charity, and loved his wife and kids.







Then one day Tommy saw the classic movie "Footloose." Tommy decided to try dancing. He was surprisingly good at it. His wife would often join him dancing. After a few months of dancing, they became world famous ballroom dancers.






But shortly after their ascent to fame in the ballroom dancing world things to an interesting twist. Even though Tommy went to church 63 times a week he never actually was told that dancing was a sin. His time sinning slowly started to rot his mind. His wife left him, his kids disowned him, he lost all ability to play Stickball, he lost all his money and could no longer give 99% to charity, and forgot how to speak English thus leaving him at a major disadvantage in teaching ESL.





As his insanity grew Tommy started to have delusions of litterally eating the planet.


MORAL:

Don't sin.


Friday, January 9, 2009

The Most Important Lessons #1

Don't ever trust bald men.



Examples:
Villian (Hero)

Lex Luthor (Superman)
Dr. Sivana (Shazamm!)
Dr. Mindbender (GI Joe)
Dr. Evil (Austin Powers)
Voldemort (Harry Potter)
The Kingpin (Daredevil)
Dr. Zin (Johnny Quest)
Gordon (Big Bird)
Dr. Robotnick (Sonic The Hedgehog)
Egg Head (Batman)
Mr. Freeze (Batman)
Bruce Willis (Mankind)
Red Skull (Captain America)
Ultra-humanite (Superman)
Hugo Strange (Batman)
Ernst Savro Blofed (James Bond)
Mr. Mxyzptlk (Superman)
Humpty Dumpty (Superboy)
Karl Stromberg (James Bond)
Brainiac (Superman)
Dick Cheney (Democrats)
Darkseid (Superman)
Atomic Skull (Superman)
Mongul (Superman)
Black Mask (Batman)
Apocalypse (X-men)
Zsasz (Batman)
Bane (Batman)
Stromboli (Pinocchio)

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Where did Jesus come from? Matthew 1:1-17

Read:
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%201:1-17&version=31


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I remember this one time when I was probably about 10 years old, I was reading my Bible like a good little Sunday school student, and I read this passage. Not feeling very compelled or moved by the passage and I had to wonder, "Why in the world is this passage even here?" So, I asked my Sunday school teacher. Her answer, "I don't really know." She wasn't really much help. Well I've learned a thing or two since, only a thing or two, and both of those things I learned are about this very passage.

So, put your learning hats on and let us do some learning!

Alright class, the first thing we need to do is put ourselves into the shoes of a first century Jewish man or woman, your choice of course, and we need to see some stuff that the author is trying to tell us about Jesus.

First, and foremost Matthew is trying to tell us where Jesus came from and who Jesus is. By starting out Jesus' genealogy with Abraham, Matthew is telling the Jews he is writing to that Jesus is the fulfillment of a promise. Abraham was the father of the Jews (and the Muslims). The promise made to him is that he would have lots of decendents and such. Which was slightly hillarious to Abraham and his wife, Sarah, because both were super old. Abraham in his 100s and Sarah in her 90s. So, by starting with Abraham, the author of Jesus' genealogy is telling us how Jewish Jesus is.

Matthew then continues the genealogy to the King David to show how Jesus fulfills prophecy of being a descendant of David's. Since we are pretending to be first century Jews we need to understand that David is kind of the most important King to the nation of Israel. King David is to the Jews what King Arthur is to the English. We also need to know is that in ancient Hebrew numbers and letters doubled for each other. And if you notice how Matthew organizes Jesus' family tree you'll see that Matthew separates the names by groups of 14. The number 14 would be written as DVD, or David. There are three groups of 14. So, in the genealogy Matthew is repeating three times: David, David, David. Which to a first century Jew would really send home the fact that Jesus is king.

So, let's summarize what we know so far: 1) Jesus is the fulfillment of God's promise to Abraham. 2) Jesus not only descends from David, but is to be seen as a king. So, if you're a first century Jew reading this you're probably thinking around this time, "Wow! This Jesus guy is super-duper important! Like really, really important."

But, Matthew does a few interesting things with Jesus' genealogy. The first weird thing he does is put some women in it. Now, don't be too quickly offended here ladies, but women in this time were simply not important for a genealogy. So, the fact that Matthew adds women is perplexing. But, Matthew goes a bit further with his addition of these women. He doesn't add the standard Jewish women from history. Instead of adding somebody like Sarah, Abraham's wife, or Rebekah (Abraham's daughter-in-law, Isaac's wife), Matthew adds the likes of Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, and Bathsheba.

Let us learn a bit about these four ladies: The first lady to learn about is Tamar. I particularly enjoy Tamar's story, because I think it's kind of funny. If you have your Bible with you turn to Genesis 38, we'll start with verse six.

Read:http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis%2038:6-27;&version=31; Gen. 38:6-27

When I first read this passage, I was shocked. I mean, I was appalled at what God had allowed into the Bible. You would think an 8th grade health student wrote this. The way I see it there is some great material in this passage for sex-ed teachers. But, anyways on a more serious note. Tamar's first husband was a bad guy, and God struck him down. Then the next brother in line to marry Tamar, really doesn't want to have children, like really doesn't want to have children with her, so he does his little thing that I'm too embarrassed to paraphrase in church because I'm afraid I might get in trouble, even though it's in the Bible. So, God's not too please with him either and kills him. At this point, Judah sends Tamar away and makes her think that she'll marry the youngest brother when he grows up. Of course, Judah is afraid of loosing another son so he doesn't actually plan on giving him into marriage. Then one day Judah is on his way somewhere and Tamar is checking in on the youngest son and dresses like a prostitute. Judah sees her, thinks she's a prostitute, makes some sweet whoppee with her, and gives her some collateral while she is waiting for her actual pay. But, when Judah shows up and is like, "Where my ho at?" and doesn't find her, cause she wasn't actually a prostitute, he releases the goat, and then she shows up preggers with twins. So, clearly those offspring don't come from the greatest heritage, but Matthew adds them anyways.

The next woman mentioned in Jesus' genealogy is Rahab. I won't read Rahab's entire story, but let it be known she's a whore too, and not just any kind of prostitute, a Gentile one.

The next lady on this list is Ruth. Now, Ruth is a little better then Tamar and Rahab, since she's not so promiscuous. Ruth actually is apart of fantastic story. There is a whole Old Testament book called Ruth that chronicles her story. So, clearly there is too much story to paraphrase here. But what needs to be known about Ruth and why it's odd that she's on this Jewish genealogy is that she is a gentile. The thing about gentiles is that they are not the Jew's favorite people. Gentiles to the Jews are kind of a lower class of human. Gentile's don't worship the one true God (making them inferior to the Jews), gentiles are known to have practices that are less the moral (again, making them inferior to the Jews). If you go to www.dictionary.com the fourth and ninth definition for gentile is: "heathen or pagan." I'm not for sure why, but that definition is given twice. So, for Matthew to include them in Jesus' genealogy is to taint the very Jewish-ness of Jesus.

The last lady Matthew uses in Jesus genealogy is Bathsheba. Turn your Bibles to 2nd Samuel 11.

Read:http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20samuel%2011;&version=31; 2nd Samuel 11

This is one of the more famous stories in scripture, and probably one of my favorites. David is a very interesting character. First off, it's not a very good king who would incite a war but not go out with his troops. Then, I'm left wondering, "What is David even doing on the roof at night anyways?" Is David a peeping-tom? And why do they have to be called peeping-toms? I don't much care for that title. Then David drags his character through the mud a little bit more by sleeping with Bathsheba. This makes Bathsheba pregnant, which isn't so good, because well she's somebody else's wife. (That somebody else is a gentile by the way.) So, what does David do? He brings the guy home and gets him drunk so that Bathesheba's actual husband will sleep with her. But, unlike Uriah, has all sorts of honor, even when drunk and wont' go home to enjoy his wife while his mates are out dying for Israel. So, now David is in a real predicament. I mean really, what do you do when you made another man's wife pregnant while he was away serving his country and couldn't lie about it? Well, I know what to do! Have the other man killed. There is nothing immoral about that at all, especially for a man who is supposedly a man after God's own heart. Matthew in the genealogy adds a little punch to this part by saying: "Bathsheba, who was Uriah's wife." Ouch!

So, where does Jesus come from? A group of non-Jews, whores, liars, murderers, and other lovely folk. So, what does this say about the rest of us?

Monday, December 22, 2008

Gay Marriage

First off, I tried to think of a funny title for this post and suffice it to say, that wasn't happening with out seriously offending any and everybody. But, know this I tried...

Secondly, I've been thinking about gay marriage since early November. Not getting gay married, I doubt Steph would appreciate that, and I'm not gay. I've been thinking about it for several reasons: 1st) The Presidential Election [the topic came up]. 2nd) Prop8 or for those more liberally minded Prop H8. 3rd) my favorite tv show ever (Boston Legal) ended and the two main characters Denny Crane and Allen Shore (played by Bill Shatner and James Spader respectively) got married, to eachother 4th). 4th) Obama having Rick Warren, who supported Prop (H)8, do something (i'm not quite sure what) at his inaugeration.

As an orthodox and conservative Christian I kind of have an orthodox and conservative view on homosexuality. But, as a person who has homosexual and bisexual friends, I'm a bit torn.

I found an exerpt about the topic on a blog I frequent and I'll repost it here (and provide a link):

http://blog.christianitytoday.com/outofur/

"...the state needs to get out of the "marriage" business. It should recognize that as long as it uses that term and continues to privilege certain types of relationships over others this issue is going to divide us as a nation and is only going to become more and more contentious. We need to move towards the system used in many European countries, where the state issues nothing but civil unions to anyone who wants them, and those who desire it may seek a marriage from the church. When I pastored in the Netherlands, couples got a civil union certificate at the courthouse and then had a marriage ceremony at the church. This division largely negated the culture war aspect, and allowed those churches who objected to same sex marriage on biblical grounds not only to opt out, but to be able to continue to teach their biblical view of marriage unchallenged by the state...." -BOB HYATT

What do you think? Leave some comments.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sexual Critters Eat Ice Cream

The continuing adventures of Bailey Thomson.

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“Humans are sexual critters.” My comparative religion teacher said that.

Sexual critters?

I haven’t heard the phrase critters in a long, long time.

Sexual critters?

He is obviously right though. He must be because it’s three a.m. and I’m sitting at a 24 hour grocery store eating ice cream with my best female friend and my ex’s best friend. I don’t know if everybody is a sexual critter but I must be. Why else would I be so annoyed with my very best friend? I just want her to go away and leave me and the ex’s best friend alone. Maybe it’s been too long since I last smoked. I should quit. I will quit. Damn! My friend is seriously annoying the hell out of me…

shut up. Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!

My god, its three a.m. and I’m eating store bought ice cream.

I must be a sexual critter.

I’m happy to be eating ice cream. I like ice cream. Ice cream is delicious. I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream. But, I’m only screaming to hide the whispers of my heart. Did I seriously just say that? “Whispers of my heart?” Could I possibly be any more ridiculous? She’s my ex’s best friend. Whispers of my heart? Don’t ever say that, think that, or talk to any one who says or thinks that, ever, ever, ever again.

I wonder if my ex’s best friend wants to be my best friend?

Good thing I didn’t ask out the girl from the party because my ex’s best friend is way more everything then that girl. She’s cuter, more whimsical, more darling, more lovely.

Take that Ernest Hemingway. Ice cream is way sexier.

shut up. Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!

I am so pissed right now at this little ménage a trois we got going. Of course, we’re not sleeping but three’s a crowd.

That bite had way too much caramel in it. I may have chosen this flavor but I did not choose that much caramel. I hope my ex’s best friend didn’t have a bite like mine. I hope my friend did. Maybe that’ll make her go away. Why am I being so hostile? I shouldn’t be so mad at my friend she doesn’t know how much she is annoying me at this very particular moment with this very particular beautiful girl sitting with us.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

You shouldn’t even be thinking about your ex’s best friend. But she does look absolutely stunning and the ice cream is extra good tonight.

The girls want to go. We’re done with our ice cream. No, they’re done. I want to finish my ice crea…

“Bailey, will you drive her home?” Drive her home?! Hell yeah! I’ll drive her home!

“Sure I can,” I answer as charmingly as possible in this state of mind.

I scream! You scream! We all scream for ice cream!

Friend you no longer annoy me.

I have to clear a seat out for her. She’ll have to sit in the back. Play this cool Bailey. Play it cool, she’s your ex’s best friend.

She’s talking about something. We’re making small talk. It’s cute. I’m so nervous.

Calm down, Bailey, she is your ex girlfriend’s very best friend in the entire world.

She’s your ex girlfriend’s very cute, whimsical, amazing, lovely, darling best friend.

We’re parked.

We’re parked and we’re still talking.

It’s almost four a.m.

We’re still talking.

She can’t possibly like me.

“We should watch this movie in Spanish sometime. Of course, we should watch it without subtitles.” No. No. No. She is your ex-girlfriend’s best friend. Although, she is incredibly cute.

“I don’t speak Spanish,…” Bad move. Horrible move. Worst move. Make it better. Make it better right now. Hurry! Before it’s too late, “… but I heard the film is beautiful. We can watch it with out subtitles.” Well played Bailey, well played indeed.

Hmm. Maybe she does like me.

Crap! She got of the car. Why’d she get out of the car? What did I do? Did I offend her? Was it an honest invitation? Or, was she just being pleasant? What did I do?

“Come on Bailey, give me a hug. It’s late and I want to go to bed.” I should get out. I should get out. Don’t look too eager. Remember, she is your ex’s best friend. She’s just being nice. She’s only your friend. Alright, you’re out of the car now hug her.

Things are quiet after the hug. Did she like the hug? Does she like me? I didn’t pat her on the back, that’s good for indicating we should be more then friends. She didn’t pat me on the back.

We make more small talk.

I hug her again. This hug is lasting longer then the last did.

Get back in the car. Now. Before you wear out your welcome. Bailey, its late let her go to bed.

Amazing, she’s even beautiful walking to the door.

She’s looking back at me. She’s smiling at me. She’s waving at me.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Sexual critters may eat ice cream, but she is your ex-girlfriend’s ex.

In.

Out.