Thursday, January 3, 2008

ARE YOU DEPRESSED?


MAKE CHECK MARK (√) IN APPROPRIATE COLUMN

LITTLE OF THE TIME

1-pt/each √

SOME OF THE TIME

2-pt/each √

A LOT OF THE TIME

3-pt/each √

MOST OF THE TIME

4-pt/each √

I have trouble sleeping at night

 

 

 

 

My eating habits are different from my normal eating habits

 

 

 

 

My sex habits are different from my normal sex habits

 

 

 

 

I have less energy than I used to

 

 

 

 

I have more trouble concentrating than I used to

 

 

 

 

I have more difficulty making decisions than I used to

 

 

 

 

I feel less hopeful about the future than I used to

 

 

 

 

I don’t enjoy things that I used to enjoy

 

 

 

 

I feel less useful and needed than I used to

 

 

 

 

I feel others would be better off if I were dead

 

 

 

 

Multiply √ by the value given in each column

 

 

 

 

 

Add the total for each column to get the GRAND TOTAL = ________

 

Scoring

10-14 points = Sunshine all the time

15-24 points = Partly cloudy

25-34 points = Cloudy and cold

34-40 points =  100% chance of rain

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

God and Physics: A Lengthy Explanation--But Worth It

A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, "Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

 

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

 

"Yes sir," the student says.

 

 "So you believe in God?"

 

"Absolutely"

 

"Is God good?"

 

"Sure! God's good."

 

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Are you good or evil?"

 

"The Bible says I'm evil."

 

The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!"

He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes sir, I would."

 

"So you're good...!"

 

 "I wouldn't say that."

 

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could, but God doesn't."

 

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm!! Can you answer that one?"

 

The student remains silent.

 

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

 

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

 

"Err...yes," the student says.

 

"Is Satan good?"

 

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

 

"Then where does Satan come from?"

 

The student falters. "From God"

 

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, isn't that correct?"

 

"Yes."

 

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God must have created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

 

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

 

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

 

"So who created them?"

 

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Well, who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

 

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

 

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses that you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

 

"No sir. I've never seen Him."

 

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

 

"No, sir, I have not."

 

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelled  your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ or God for that matter?"

 

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

 

"Yet you still believe in him?"

 

"Yes."

 

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God does not exist. What do you say to that, son?"

 

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Ahh yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There IS no evidence, only faith."

 

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own."Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

 

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

 

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

 

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

 

"No sir, there isn't."

 

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.

The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees."

 

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or a matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure-- in thermal units because heat is energy.    Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

 

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

 

"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?"

 

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation.  "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

 

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word."

 

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

 

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

 

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

 

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

 

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought." "It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it."

 

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

 

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

 

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

 

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

 

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir?    Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

 

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

 

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other students, let me give you an example of what I mean."

 

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?"  The class breaks out into laughter.

 

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled  the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."

 

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

 

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

 

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

 

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

 

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

 

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold--- a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

 

The professor sat down.

 

If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when you finished, mail to your friends and family.

The Supremacy of God's Love

 The characteristics of God’s love:

v    God’s love is permanent. When all early people and things we love have passed away, God’s love remains forever.

v    God’s love is complete. Corinth, famous for its manufacture of mirrors, made them highly polished metal and, even at its best, gave but an imperfect reflection. In this world, we see an incomplete reflection of God’s love. When we see God face to face, we will know perfect love.

v    God’s love is supreme. Love, the fire that kindles faith, is also the light that turns hope into certainty.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

The First Goal in Life

Since pleasing God is the first purpose of our lives, our most important task involves discovering how to use our talents in such a way that God will be pleased by watching us develop our gifts to serve others and honor him.

Gratitude

Salvation is not about winning God’s approval; it’s about gratitude for his love.

Wende Whitus

The Nature of Christian Love

If you can think of an example of these characteristics of love, please add the example in the comment section.

v    Love is patient. Stanton called Lincoln a “low cunning clown.” Yet, Lincoln made Stanton his war minister because Lincoln considered him the best man for the job.

v    Love is kind. Christianity engenders a sweetness that wishes everyone well.

v    Love knows no envy. Begrudging others because of their talents and possessions is even worse than coveting what others have.

v    Love is no braggart. The real lover cannot get over the wonder that he is loved.

v    Love is not inflated with its own importance.

v    Love does not behave gracelessly. Courtesy and politeness floods our countenance with love.

v    Love does not insist upon its rights. Love forgets privileges and remembers responsibilities.

v    Love never flies into a temper. One filled with love can keep his head when everyone else is losing his and blaming it on him and when being hated avoid giving way to hating.

v    Love does not remember a wrong. Love erases memory of a slight as the schoolboy erases the chalkboard.

v    Love finds no pleasure in evil doing.

v    Love rejoices in the truth. Love has nothing to conceal.

v    Love can endure anything. When disaster destroys fences, love mends them.

v    Love is completely trusting. The paranoid believes the world is out to do him ill. The lover believes the world is out to do him good.

v    Love never ceases to hope.

v    Love bears everything with triumphant fortitude.

 

Monday, December 31, 2007

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

THE HYMN OF LOVE

I Corinthians 13

This greatest of all Bible chapters on love is a grand generalization that can be applied to situations of romantic love, family love, love of friends, love of God, and love of self.

Most of the assertions are denials: the via negativa, what love is not.

            Comparisons:

v    Love is not as important as speaking in tongues

v    Love is not as important as the gift of prophecy

v    Love is not as important as knowledge

v    Love is not as important generosity

v    Love is not as important as self-sacrifice

            Character traits:

v    Love does not envy

v    Love does not boast

v    Love in not proud

v    Love is not rude

v    Love is not self-seeking

v    Love is not easily angered

v    Love keeps no record of wrongs

v    Love does not delight in evil

Positive assertions of love:

v    Love is patient

v    Love is kind

v    Love always protects

v    Love always trusts

v    Love always hopes

v    Love always perseveres

v    Love never fails

v    Love is greater than faith and hope

 

 

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Happiness and Money

The Science of Happiness

            Experimental psychologists investigating the possibility of happiness have uncovered the futility of pinning our hopes on any good fortune that comes our way. We tend to adjust our attitude when fortune shines down on us, quickly returning to our usual level of happiness. A study of lottery winners showed that sudden wealth had no lasting effect on happiness. Months after their stroke of luck lottery winners were no happier than nonwinners.

            For many people, sudden money can cause disaster. In our culture, there is a widely held belief that money solves problems. People think if they had more money, their troubles would be over. When a family receives unexpected money, they frequently learn that money can cause as many problems as it solves.

            Bud Post won $16 million in the Pennsylvania lottery, but now lives on his Social Security check. His girlfriend successfully sued him for a share of his winnings. A brother tried to kill him for his money. Other siblings convinced him to contribute to losing business ventures. Bud spent time in jail for firing a gun at a bill collector. Within a year, he was $1 million in debt. (Advice to parents: If you want a wealthy son don’t name him Bud.)

            Soon after winning $1 million in a lottery, Charles Riddle was divorced, faced several lawsuits and was indicted for selling cocaine. Julie Lee won $18 million. Her generosity to politicians, educators and community organizations contributed to her downfall. Eight years after winning the lottery, Lee had only $700 left. Willie Hurt won $3.1 million. Within two years, he had spent his fortune on crack cocaine.  A Southeastern family won $4.2 million. They bought a huge house and lost the rest of the money helping family members pay off debts.

            Lottery winners affirm the belief regarding the distribution of wealth. According to folk legend, if all the money in the treasury was divided evenly amongst all US citizens within a year the previously wealthy would once again possess most of the money.

            The same situation seems to hold true for happiness. Psychological studies indicate that just as we seem to have a set point for wealth, we also have a set point for happiness. Through controlled experiments, psychologist Sonja Lyubomirsky, PhD has explored ways to beat the genetic set point for happiness.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Happiness or Joy?

Happiness Depends on Happenings

            Pretend you paid cash for your favorite vehicle—a Mercedes perhaps, or a Dodge Viper or maybe you favor a Silverado.  You included every accessory you ever imagined--leather seats, the best sound system and a GPS. Hopping into your bright new car brings delightful happiness.

            As you are driving out of the dealership, an out-of-control garbage truck crushes into the left side of your car, spilling smelly trash all over your shining exterior. Suddenly you are shocked, angry and decidedly unhappy. In a nanosecond, your mood changes from elation to dejection.

            This thought experiment tells us that happiness depends on happenings. When your life glides on silky waters as smoothly as a sailboat in a soft, summer breeze, you radiate happiness. When your life resembles a busted flush, you exude unhappiness.

            Joy transcends happiness. Steady and certain, joy comes from the confident assurance that God loves us and seeks to help us act according to his good purpose. While happiness depends on happenings, joy depends on the conviction that God strengthens us in our weaknesses even though his presence remains unseen.

            Now comes the part that is hard to understand. Joy comes only with personal surrender. We can never have joy when we put ourselves first. Selfish ambition and vain conceit steal our joy. 

            A great paradox presents itself when we seek joy. Joy’s victory comes from surrendering our self-will to a higher power. The very self-centeredness that makes us need to surrender our conceit to God causes our inability to submit. If we are unable to turn our lives over to God, what can we do? We ask God for help. When we seek God’s assistance, he lends us some of his wisdom; he puts a little of his love into us.

            How does God love? I suspect he loves sacrificially. When we take time to listen, to help and to encourage others, we love like God. When give our prayers, our gifts, our presence and our service for the betterment of others we love like God. How does God think? I suppose he considers the eternal more important than the temporary. When we think like God we endure adversity without bitterness and abide prosperity without conceit. Thinking and loving like God gives us joy.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Life is More Than Living

The Tithonus Myth: Life is More than Living

            Rosy-fingered Aurora, The Goddess of the Dawn, fell in love with Tithonus a handsome mortal destined to die. Aurora begged Zeus to grant her lover immortality, but she forgot to ask that Tithonus remain forever young. Zeus made Tithonus immortal, but did not give him eternal youth. Tithonus lived year upon ceaseless year as battering days wrecked siege upon him. His mind gone with the strength of his body, he babbled endlessly. Finally, Zeus, taking pity on this dried husk of a man, turned Tithonus into a locust. If one listens carefully on the warm nights in summer pastures, Tithonus can be heard chirruping ceaselessly these words: Live lively, live lively, live lively.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

LESSONS FROM NATURE

Life is Like the Pecos River

            The Pecos River crosses the western portion of Texas, from north to south, without a tributary.  Entering into a broad plain as it passes from New Mexico into Texas, this wild river descends into an inaccessible canyon as it approaches the Rio Grande.  As the Pecos cuts its way through immense limestone cliffs, the last 60 miles of whitewater provide one of the few remaining wilderness-paddling adventures that can be enjoyed in North America.

            At Del Rio my daughter and I strapped our canoes on top of our SUV and drove west on Highway 90, turning north on Ranch Road 1024.  The stark and desolate land flattened as we penetrated the heart of Val Verde County dotted with yucca, sage, and cedars.  We turned west toward Pandale onto an unpaved single-lane road.  The brilliant sun reflecting off the caliche plain seemed to pale the blue sky as a fine dust billowed behind our rattling SUV.

            We knew we had reached Pandale when we saw the sign.  There were no houses, no stores, no people—just a sign reading, “Pandale:  Population varies.”  A few yards past the sign we came to a low-water bridge spanning the clear, shallow water of the Pecos cutting an asymmetric path toward low-lying limestone bluffs. 

            After we placed our gear-loaded canoes in the water, our ears filled with silence.  No traffic noises.  No cellular phones.  No radio or television.  We were twenty miles from the nearest ranch house.  If struck by misadventure, our rescue would depend on our ability to walk out of the deep gorge we were about to penetrate in our insubstantial canoes.

            The next five days were filled with incomparable adventure—thrills and spills in treacherous white-water alternating with peaceful paddling in placid pools.  We never saw another person—or a snake.  We showered under waterfalls and camped in meadows of knee high grass.  We hiked to caves and saw some of the oldest archeological deposits and rock art in North America.  The second day we faced a fierce wind that, despite hard paddling, drove us backward.

            Sometimes we had to haul our canoes through energy-sucking muddy shallows. We fought through white water.  Twice we roped our canoes together and towed them past precarious boulders. As we approached our destination sixty miles down stream, the waterway widened into a reservoir created by Amistad Dam at the confluence of the Pecos, Rio Grande, and Devil rivers. The tranquil water gave little hint of the adventure we left behind.

CONCEPTS TO CONSIDER:

  1. How can we see the beauty around us when we are mired by muck and mud?
  2. Like a soaring eagle taking in the full panorama of the Pecos River, would a “bird’s eye view” of your life make the troubled waters you encounter become more bearable?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

MOUNTAIN LESSONS

Following Life’s Cairnes

            At 2:00 AM, we were on the trailhead. A fine mist fell as we slipped on our packs and adjusted our headlamps. Soon we heard nothing but the slosh of our boots on the muddy trail. At dawn, we emerged out of the forest onto a vast meadow resplendent with hip-high grass and mountain flowers.  In the distance, we could see the first of two waterfalls.  A thick fog obscured our view of El Diente, one of Colorado’s most challenging 14,000-foot peaks. Reaching the upper falls, we began to engage wretched rocks—scree from El Diente’s cliffs.  We found a faint trail among chest-high bushes going straight up the west side of the upper waterfall. Above tree line, the trail disappeared in an immense scree slope.

            Traversing upward through the massive scree field, our trail was marked only be Cairns—a mound of stones erected to show climbers the way.  Occasionally, unable to see the next Cairn, we would have to explore the scree until the marker appeared.  Once, after traversing a snow-filled ravine, we lost the Cairns and had to double-back.  Our way became steeper and steeper, until we reached the foot of a gap in El Diente’s East Ridge line.  No Cairns.

            Just as we were about to turn back, angels arrived in the form of Tyle Smith and four other experienced mountaineers. When Tyle introduced himself, we couldn’t believe we were shaking hands with a living legend, a climber we had read about in the mountaineering books. In 1990, Tyle had climbed all 54 of Colorado’s 14,000-foot peaks in an astonishing 16 days, 21 hours, 25 minutes.

            With Tyle guiding us, we climbed a steep gully strewn with massive boulders.  After great effort, we reached the ridgeline with bottomless drops on either side.  We traversed cautiously along the ridgeline. Keeping our eyes focused on the next handhold, we avoided looking down…or back. About fifty yards from the summit, we came to vertical rock. On the south face, a treacherous 6-inch ledge with small, widely spaced hand holds frightened us. On the north face, a 5-foot wide, gently sloping ledge looked much easier. Tyle warned us away from the “easy” ledge, “It’s covered with a thin layer of ice.”  A step on the icy ledge would have plunged us into the foggy abyss.

            The summit appeared abruptly. We celebrated for about thirty seconds, then, with the weather threatening, began our careful descent. During our trip down the mountain, through the scree fields, into the huge basin surrounded by towering peaks, along the paths adjacent to the waterfalls, over the meadow, across the creek and into the alpine forest we were reminded of God’s majesty and his loving guidance.

CONCEPTS TO CONSIDER:

  1. Have you ever felt that God has sent special angels to help you?
  2. The experience on the icy ledge brings to mind the admonition: Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road is easy that leads to destruction, and there are many who take it, but the gate is narrow and the road is hard that leads to life, and there are few who find it. (Matthew 7: 13-14). Have you ever regretted taking the easy road when the “narrow ledge” would have been better?
  3. Have you considered the “Cairns” that God has used to mark your life’s path?
  4. What traits cause us to lose our way?
  5. What problems arise when we look down…or back?

 

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

THE UNTOLD STORY OF CHRISTMAS

After the birth of Jesus, Herod sent soldiers to Bethlehem to kill all male children under the age of two. Joseph, Mary, and the infant Jesus fled to sanctuary in Egypt, generating a lovely legend.

            Pursued by Herod’s murderous soldiers, the Holy family took refuge in a cave. The night was cold. A hoar frost covered the ground. A spider, seeing the shivering baby Jesus, spun a closely-knit web across the cave entrance. The ice-covered web stretching across the entrance convinced the pursuing soldiers that the cave was empty. Story tellers say that the glittering tinsel streamers that some of us place on Christmas trees represent the ice-covered spider’s web that protected the baby Jesus from Herod’s bloodthirsty soldiers.

A Thousand Year summary

            The return from Babylonian exile closes the pages on the Hebrew Bible. The New Testament begins four hundred years later. The four centuries between the Old and New Testaments explain Herod’s paranoia. His attempt for retribution goes back to Solomon’s time. To make a thousand year story more palatable, a few embellishments endeavor to brighten the narrative and a cavalier style aims to improve interest.             

            ALEXANDER’S GREAT GENETICS. Some guys have all the luck. Alexander the Great was born with beauty, brains, and bravado. Alexander’s father, the Macedonian King Phillip II, gave him training in military tactics. He won a sword fighting scholarship to Athens University where he studied under Aristotle, who had been mentored by Plato, a student of Socrates. He also got Bucephalus, the best horse in the barn. Soon legends about his exploits began to appear. One of finest involved Alexander and the Gordian knot. It was said that the man who could untie the knot would rule the world. Alexander didn’t bother with esoteric solutions. He drew his sword and with one mighty blow slashed the rope in half. Soon Greek culture dominated the world.

            Another legend says that when Alexander discovered he had no more worlds to conquer, he wept. After drying his eyes, he mysteriously died. Some say he was poisoned; others contend that he drank himself to death. When legend and truth are in conflict, print the legend. Poisoned reads a lot better.

            Alexander’s death threw the dynasty into turmoil. Even before the pallbearers were picked, his buddies drew straws over who would be King of the World. Antigonus drew Asia Minor; Ptolemy got Egypt; and Seleucus chose Babylon-Mesopotamia.

            ROME BUILDS AN EMPIRE. While the Greeks were drawing straws, the Romans were building a house of bricks. Conflicts with Cartage taught the Romans that fighting could be profitable. Defeating Hannibal enabled them to possess ski property in the Alps and gave them enough elephants to dominate the circus market. After acquiring the best beach property in France and all the condos west of Italy, the empire builder, Julius Caesar, pursued his chief rival, Pompey, into Egypt. Caesar dispatched Pompey. While investing in Egyptian pyramids, Caesar fell under Cleopatra’s spell. But before she could let the snake out of her bag, he returned to Rome. (Caesar’s famous line—“I came, I saw, I conquered”—referred to Gaul, not Cleopatra). On the Ides of March (March 15) in 44 BC, the knives of Brutus and the Brutes made Caesar wish he had spent more time counting shekels with Cleopatra.

            MOVIE MATERIAL. When Julius Caesar died, Octavian and Mark Anthony controlled the empire. After they defeated the Brutus Brutes, Anthony decided to cruise the Nile with Cleopatra. Distracted by Cleopatra’s décolletage, Anthony became an easy prey for his ex-friend Octavian. Finding Anthony dead, Cleopatra committed suicide by Asp so people could make movies about their love affair. Wanting to be in movies himself, Octavian changed his name to one with more marquee appeal—Augustus.           

            MEANWHILE BACK ON THE RANCH. A few decades earlier, the vilest of all villains, Antiochus IV a Greek descendant of the straw-drawing Seleucus, had been creating a desert storm in Mesopotamia. Antiochus IV had two great enemies, the Romans and the Jews. He infuriated the Romans by favoring Greek culture. Advocating Greek culture when Rome is in power is not a smart thing to do. The Romans chased him all over the Mesopotamian desert. He finally retreated to Palestine where he began reading the Desert Times best selling book, When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do. Between chapters, he waxed his mustache and tormented the Jews.           

            Antiochus IV required Jews to offer Pagan sacrifices. He forbade the observance of the Sabbath, disallowed reading the Mosaic Law, and tortured those who followed Jewish tradition. He build an altar dedicated to Zeus in the Jerusalem Temple where he sacrificed swine (the “Abomination of Desolation” mentioned in the Book of Daniel).

            Whenever a villain does dastardly deeds, the hero soon appears. The hero’s father, Mattathias, killed a royal official who was demanding that the Jews offer pagan sacrifices. Mattathias and his five sons fled into the wilderness sparking a revolt. After Mattathias died, leadership fell to his son, Judah.

            NAME THAT REVOLT. The names get a little confusing here. Because Judah’s nickname was Maccabee—Aramaic for “hammer,” the revolt lead by him is known as the Maccabean Revolt. Yet, because Judah came from the Hasmonean tribe, the revolt is sometimes called the Hasmonean Revolt. No matter what name is used, Judah and his brothers hammered the Seleucids. In December 164 BC, Judah recaptured the Jerusalem temple, dismantled the pagan altar, and cleansed the temple.

            IT LOOKS A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS. Hanukkah, an eight-day festival that commemorates the cleansing and rededication of the temple following the Maccabean victory, is the only Jewish festival not specified in the Hebrew Bible. Jewish tradition recounts that when the Temple was rededicated the priests could only find enough oil to keep the sacred candelabra (called the Menorah) burning for one day. Miraculously, however, it lasted for eight days. Hanukkah also called the Feast of Lights begins on the 25th day of Kislev (December) and, like Christmas, involves gift-giving, lighting candles, praying, and playing games.

            HEROD RETURNS. The Hasmonean Revolt leads us back to Herod the Great. In 37 BC, the Roman Senate with the approval of Mark Anthony (before he died) and Octavian (before he changed his name) appointed Herod as King of the Jews and gave him rule over Judea, Galilee, and Samaria.

            Herod was an Edomite. The Jews considered him a half-breed, unfit to rule. To secure his throne, Herod married a descendant of Judah Maccabee, a Hasmonean princess, Mariamne. But the Jews still didn’t like him.

            Herod tried another tactic to win friends and influence Jews. He started a huge building campaign. He built a new palace in Jerusalem and added a theater, hippodrome, and stadium to the city. He built a magnificent port facility and constructed a series of fortresses including Masada and the Herodium.

            THE TEMPLE OF THE LORD. Herod’s crowning achievement was restoring the Second Temple. In 959 BC, Solomon completed the First Temple on a Jerusalem hill where Abraham had been willing to sacrifice Isaac. After having been plundered several times, The First Temple was finally destroyed in 586 BC during the Babylonian captivity. When the Jews returned from exile, a Second Temple was built. Herod rebuilt and refurbished the Second Temple, doubling the size of the Temple complex with massive earthfills, adding retaining walls, expanding the building, and overlaying its marble façade with gold trim.

            DEATH AND HOPE. Despite his building projects, Herod remained feared and unloved. Exacting vengeance on real and imagined conspirators, he murdered his wife Mariamne, his mother-in-law, three of his sons, and dozens of other family members and government officials. Before he died the vicious old man ordered the arrest and imprisonment of seventy eminent Jerusalem citizens. He commanded his soldiers to assassinate these distinguished Jews upon his death. Herod reasoned that these murders assured the shedding of tears at his funeral. When Herod suffered a horrible death in 4 BC, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary returned from Egypt where they had been hiding.

Monday, December 24, 2007

THE RIVER OF TIME

RIO GRANDE RESCUE

            North of Taos, the Alamosa Valley flattens the land west of Highway 38.  In the distance, across the sagebrush desert, one can see the beginnings of a cut sliced by the Rio Grande.

            The gash deepens as the river’s icy knife chilled from the mountain snow carves through soft, volcanic rock forming the Grand Canyon of the Rio Grande.  The narrow canyon walls tumble and twirl the river into Class IV & V rapids.

            Several years ago, my son and I took a raft trip down this twisting canyon known as “The Box” by river guides.  Just before we entered the most treacherous part of the river, our guide steered us to the shallows where we paused to receive his safety instructions.  He told us what to do if we got caught in an undertow or a hydraulic, how to sit and lean through the narrows—and “for goodness sakes don’t fall out of the raft here.”

            Not a second after our guide had shouted this last warning; our raft hit a bone jarring rock.  I tumbled backward.  My upper torso was in the river, a safety rope kept my legs inside the boat.  The river undercurrent frustrated my efforts to pull my upper body into the raft.  My son braced himself, grabbed my life jacket with both hands, and yanked me aboard.

            Within a millisecond, we were plummeted by rapids.  Huge boulders flew by. Spray soaked us.  The guide shouted instructions that we couldn’t understand over the river roar.  Then, suddenly, we were through.  The river had sucked us into turmoil and then spit us into tranquil waters.  All the shouting and paddling had little to do with our safe arrival.  The river had mercy on us.

            As we paddled the placid waters, my thoughts were on my son.  When he was, five I carried him on my back up the rocky cliffs of New Hope Creek near Chapel Hill, North Carolina.  We took our first raft ride together down the French Broad in West Virginia when he was nine.  He had questions and wanted help with his life jacket, his paddle, his safety gear.  I was his protector.  He looked to me for his strength and support.

            And now in a blink of an eye, I had become dependent on him.  He had rescued me from a bump on the head—or worse. No doubt, my son will help me in other ways as he matures.           

            Our raft trip completed, we rode up the canyon road to Taos in the Mountain River Adventure bus.  Wet, tired, thirsty, and hungry, I looked back at my son, sleeping peacefully, a slight smile on his face. I remembered, then carrying my grandfather, dying from leukemia, from bed to bathroom.  He, who had once carried me when I was a babe, had become too frail to rise from bed without my help.

            From grandfather to father to son, life flows at rapid river speed.  When fathers guide their sons with care and tenderness the bond of trust and love can be passed from generation to generation.

Concepts to Consider:

  1. What character traits are demonstrated in this vignette?
  2. How does a father influence a son to be “strong and courageous?”
  3. How can trust and love be cultivated between father and son?
  4. How does example trump lecture in teaching how to live life well?
  5. What character traits enable us to grow old gracefully?