Saturday, January 26, 2008

So I have to do some sightseeing :0)



























One can hardly express the magnitude of the Lincoln Memorial. I’d seen it in the movies; I’d seen it in pictures; in postcards, on the news, but never in person. Lincoln's likeness shows the incredible weight that he had upon his shoulders. His overwhelming need to preserve the Union accompanied by his belief that all men should be free. It is incredible. On the wall to the right is an inscription of Lincoln’s second inaugural address. It was given in the midst of the war between the states. Here is what he said:


Fellow Countrymen:


At this second appearing to take the oath of the
Presidential office there is less occasion for an extended address than there
was at the first. Then a statement somewhat in detail of a course to be pursued
seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which
public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase
of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the
energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress of
our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as
to myself, and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all.
With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured.



On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago all thoughts were anxiously
directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it, all sought to avert it.
While the inaugural address was being delivered from this place, devoted
altogether to saving the Union without war, insurgent agents were in the city
seeking to destroy it without war—seeking to dissolve the Union and divide
effects by negotiation. Both parties deprecated war, but one of them would make
war rather than let the nation survive, and the other would accept war rather
than let it perish, and the war came.
One-eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed generally over the Union, but localized in the southern part of it. These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. All knew that this interest was somehow the cause of the war. To strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the Union even by war, while the Government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it. Neither party expected for the war the magnitude or the duration which it has already attained. Neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict might cease with or even before the
conflict itself should cease. Each looked for an easier triumph, and a result
less fundamental and astounding. Both read the same Bible and pray to the same
God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any
men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the
sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The
prayers of both could not be answered. That of neither has been answered fully.
The Almighty has His own purposes.
'Woe unto the world because of offenses; for
it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to that man by whom the offense
cometh.' If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses
which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued
through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both
North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense
came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which
the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him? Fondly do we hope,
fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away.
Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's
two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every
drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword,
as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said 'the judgments of
the Lord are true and righteous altogether'.
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.


Absolutely incredible. Lincoln’s faith in God was so strong that he trusted him completely in the mess America was in. No matter what the cost, no matter the outcome. I’d always admired Lincoln, but after seeing this monument to him, I am more resolute in my feeling that he and Washington were our nation's greatest presidents. As the next election draws near, it is hard to believe that we have any men like Lincoln there. All seem wrapped in selfishness in some way. None really stick out to me as men who follow after God's heart. I hope that God will put someone in place that will do his purposes.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Sammy Davis Jr., Jr! K MHE!

Well, here I am in the Charlotte Airport. Evidently my love for airports did not protect me from them plotting my demise. The trip could hardly have started on a worse note. My flight is cancelled; I’m going to arrive past my 6:00pm deadline to get my key; my bags may be lost; I don’t have my baggage tags so there is no way of finding my bags, and they confiscated my amazing aromatherapy lotion I bought from Bath and Body Works. (That's really not that big of a deal; I was just a big fan of eucalyptus. The lady assured me that it will go to the Shelter, so I felt a bit better about it, but Jenna may have to dive into my eucalyptus reserves at home and send me some more. ;0)

I wonder how many other passengers are twitching beneath their polished façade of calm. Perhaps a few, but they all look pretty content to me. They didn’t lose their baggage tags…There is a Starbucks manager behind me training her new posse. She’s explaining to them all the intricacies of a French Press while they look on in awe. Clearly they have never met Jake and Taylor or they would understand all the mysteries a press affords. Lori and I used to marvel at the wonders of it when we made coffee for movie nights with the laptop. You push it down and coffee pops out. Amazing.

There is a flight to Birmingham behind me that I tempted to get on. Actually, I could probably go pay Madison a visit and make it back to Charlotte before my next plane leaves. If not, maybe she can fax me some Whole Foods gelato. I wonder if they have Whole Foods in DC. I'll have to make a search. What is it that Alex says on "Everything Is Illuminated?" Oh, yes. A "very rigid search." I will make a very rigid search and get back to you all.

Until then, arrivederci. If I ever make it to DC, I'll let you know.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Nearly every Christmas, my mother gives me some type of puzzle that I have to put together to get a present. One year it was a maze that contained a pair of tickets to an off-Broadway production at the Civic Center. There was a secret compartment in the back that could only be opened when the pieces were put together. A couple years back it was a pair of metal circles that had to be reconnected. I will be honest, my first inclination when I receive gifts such as these is to smash them with a hammer until I get what I want. But sometimes the presents inside are slightly less sturdy than a pair of "Miss Saigon" tickets. In the end, reason triumphs over impulse and I either suck it up and mess with it until I get my prize or I whine until Lori does it for me.

Why is it that we will sit ardently on the floor all Christmas morning with passionate determination to figure out the secret of how to fit two metal circles together? Does the frustration give us some sort of sick pleasure? Of course not. The only reason reason we put in all the effort is because the prize at the end is much more valuable than the task at hand. To reconnect the circles yields something far better than a couple of metal hoops.

I learned in science class that energy systems are in a constant state of entropy. In other words, it is far more natural for my two metal rings to become disconnected than it is for them to become reconnected. Unfortunately for Christians, the church seems to be the poster child for this second law of thermodynamics. Schisms and breakups have been one of the most constant elements of church history. There's a denomination for every letter of the alphabet and churches within each denomination maintain a vicious cycle of dilemma, discourse, dissension and division, leading to their eventual splits into various other factions named after pleasant road names or picturesque landforms such as "Rose Hill Methodist" or "Sunny Meadows Baptist." In the church's defense, there are many valid reasons that congregations split. And perhaps it is only keeping with the laws of physics that those churches never reconnect again. But what if they did?
What if two congregations could put aside their differences and reunite?
What if they realized that each had something special to offer and together would be a much more perfect body?
What if the gifts of one could compensate for the weaknesses of the other and vice versa?
What kind of a witness would that be to their city?
I think both's goals are the same. One might be a Chapel and one might be a Dome, but Solomon's musings still ring true:

"Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labour."


Monday, January 14, 2008

Getcha Head in the Game

I'm afraid that if my life rested upon the ability to dance the moves to High School Musical I would be lowered into the crocodile cage and there would be nothing left but some nickles I have in my pocket and the 10 dollar ring I bought in Kilkenny that I am convinced would survive twelve nuclear blasts and the destruction of earth as we know it. However, my roommates would survive and live quite comfortably on what I leave them in my will. (A couple of used-to-be-red couches, some movies and a bunk bed.) Try as I may, I cannot see what it is that girls see when they look into the face of Zac Efron. I think he looks like a girl. James and I are convinced that he's gay. After all, what basketball player do you know that likes to break into song in the middle of the court? Despite mine and Tori's protests, our house was subjected to the "High School Musical Interactive DVD Game" for the better part of two hours. As happy as I was to see the game end, I was disappointed in the fact that the win went to Jenna.

But after the horror of High School Musical, we moved on to a much better interactive game. Jenna has come into possession of a something called "Karaoke Revolution." Except for a poorly selected Ashley Simpson song that got on there, I'm convinced, by mistake, the songs are great. My favorite is Kenley's spot on of Take On Me, although Dean's rendition of Play that Funky Music, White Boy, is almost as good. ;0)

So come on over to the house this week and try out the new microphone. Embrace your poor singing skills by selecting a character that looks a bit too much like Sanjaya and putting it on the easy setting. Or you can dress your character in a dazzling evening gown and bust out "I Will Always Love You." (Try your best to mimic Whitney Houston and not Dolly Parton.) I will be at Leshay's watching Prison Break tonight,



(I <3 Michael Scofield.)

so you can even sneak in and play High School Musical if you'd like. Just don't let me catch you.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Are you smarter than a 5th grader?

As my move to Washington DC approaches, I've been trying to Google important DC information. Where is the nearest stir-fry place? If I order tea, do I have to specify that I want it sweet? Are buggies called shopping carts or baskets? Or buggies? You know, the important things. So I figured we could all learn a little something together.

Which of these things does not belong in Washington DC?


A.
B.
C.











If you said "C," then you are correct!

Okay, now we'll make it a little trickier.



A.
B.
C.


















If you said "B," then you are correct!

A.
B.
C.















If you said "A," and "C," then you are correct! (I had to try to trick you.)




A.
B.
C.







If you said "C," then you are correct!


A.
B.
C.















Okay, actually none of these are from DC. If you got them all correct, hooray for you. If you got them wrong, well, then you should come visit me and we'll go see monuments first hand. I'll have the nearest stir-fry place mapped out. :0)

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

A B.A. in Elvish Studies????

Selena and I have decided that being an elf would be the perfect job for me. As one nears graduation, it is common to worry about what jobs to look for, where to live, what to do with you life... I have been considering the elvish profession for quite some time, and if anyone is considering it, here are some good reasons it may be the career path for you:

1. Santa is your boss. Except for inherently knowing who has been naughty or nice and seeing when you are asleep or awake, Santa would be the best boss ever. Plus, you would get to make toys all day. It's inevitable that making toys requires testing toys.

2. Elves get to wear pointy shoes. Having spent some time in Europe, I have a strange fascination with pointy shoes. I never got up the nerve to buy any, because I knew I'd laugh every time my eyes wandered to my feet, but I still have a peculiar affection for shoes of the non-rounded variety.





I'm not really sure where your toes are supposed to go in these, but I assume Elf shoes are a bit more comfortable, despite their pointy-ness. Some less-festive elves are shoemakers, so they're probably good at shoemaking.

3. Being an elf comes with a package of instant hobbies. After making Tonka Trucks and Candyland games for your shift, you have a list of awesome choices on how to spend your free time. Buddy's list was, "First we'll make snow angels for two hours, then we'll to go skating, then we'll eat a roll of Tollhouse cookie dough as fast as we can, and then to finish, we'll snuggle!" These are all great hobbies.

4. Singing at all times of the day is not only normal, but encouraged. Everyone knows that Christmas carols are the best songs ever written. Those hymns express things that I just couldn't ever put on paper. We learned from Buddy the Elf that, "The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear." I have to agree with him wholeheartedly, but unfortunately for me, singing loud for all to hear is not generally accepted at my workplace. They're on the verge of sending me to the insane asylum anyway. Singing would just add fuel to their fire.



"Looks like somebody needs to sing a Christmas carol."

5. You can leave your Christmas decorations up all year. Have any of you seen that Verizon Wireless commercial that's out right now where the guy is unplugging all of his Christmas lights and he's just so sad? I am that guy (minus the tacky sweater and Buddy Holly glasses).



(This looks like my dad's yearbook picture. )

My father has instilled in me a love for Christmas that borders on obsessive compulsive. I love everything about Christmas. (Except for the Christmas Shoes song. Worst song ever written. That's for a later post.) Nothing can be better than curling up by a fire with the light of the Christmas tree illuminating Jimmy Stewart's face as you listen to him shout, "Merry Christmas, Bedford Falls!" Because of this, December 26th is the saddest day of the year. Fortunately for elves, December 26th is only the start of the next Christmas season so the lights never have to come down and you can celebrate Christmas forever.

Too bad Mr. Stanaland's Santa mailbox isn't up anymore in my parent's neighborhood. I need to send Santa my resume.