This is actually amazing to me.
Our justice system should take a memo...the full number of cases against him have not even cleared the courts, but having been found guilty (big surprise), he has now met his just fate.
God have mercy on him. I only wish we had been able to administer similar justice to other prolific tyrants. I cannot guess what this will mean in the days ahead...but I had not expected this to happen so quickly.
At times like these, the obvious question we must ask ourselves is whether or not justice was actually served by yet another death. There are plenty of people in the world that consider the execution of this man to be, not justice, but actually a further action of barbarism. They argue that we have out-grown the death penalty, and that life-imprisonment if enough to satisfy the debt owed by such a monster.
I find these arguments interesting. When did we become so vitally concerned with the nature of the justice done to criminals? Opponents of the death penalty throw up statistics of wrongfully accused criminals sentenced to death...but the numbers they ignore are the vast majority of correctly prosecuted murderers, rapists, kidnappers, etc, that have earned their date with the executioner.
Yet, especially as a Christian, I have to admit that there is a finality to death that is extremely harsh. Should this cause us to pause? Should we fall short of administering the ultimate punishment?
I think not. I think that it's extreme nature is what makes the death penalty important. If criminals know that they can cheat death, whatever they say about the torment of life in prison (and I believe its awful), the cost of one's life is still the only appropriate price a murderer, rapist, kidnapper, etc can pay. It is the government's job to protect us...and for that they must carry a sword. Not just a jail cell...there must be a real threat for those that treat life with contempt.
Sigh. Still, a life has been ended by force, and a man has gone to meet God, and he was (I believe) most assuredly not prepared for that confrontation. Perhaps as a Christian I should regret his wasted life. As a citizen, I rejoice that my government has acted to assert the dominion of justice and order in the world.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
God With Us; Christmas Day
In a season that has, by and large, lost its meaning in the midst of the commercial profit it represents, we are called to allow our feelings to dictate our actions. To let the joy and the merriment of the season inspire us to act in ways that we would, normally, not. And, of course, the skeptics in our society mock this sentimental call-to-arms. Feelings, after all, are not highly estimable when it comes to the real and serious business of life. Death, destruction, sickness and poverty are everywhere...surely, this nonsense of Christmas is just that: nonsense.
Surely, any change in our behavior that can trace its origin to some holiday must be too artificial to be taken seriously.
Yet this is the season of Joy, and it is the celebration of the fulfillment of a promise, steeped in the myth of our race, and intertwined with our daily lives. Those skeptics would do well to remember...long ago, mankind died. We became creatures of sin, and were permitted to work our will in all things, to our own destruction. In this state, we despaired...from the darkness of the earliest years, we were lost without hope of redemption. Through all the myths and every legend, this is clearly seen...we know we are lost and cannot save ourselves; we know that there is something wrong, that we cannot put right.
But 2000 years ago...everything changed. Life was irrevocably altered. A God became a man, and that incarnate God-man turned the established world of sinners on its ear. Death was robbed of its power over sinful man...because redemption was handed down from Heaven by God Himself, if only man could humble himself to seek salvation.
In short...all hope, all love...every good thing we know in this life, finds its source in the story and promise of Christmas.
Over the years, recognition of this fact has become packaged in the celebration of the Christ-mas, which in turn has become encumbered . We have lost sight of the amazing nature of the story, and classify it as myth and metaphor, belittling its importance by passing it off as unlikely and therefore untrue.
Still, the story of mankind's hope cannot be separated from this celebration. Every year, we celebrate joy in the midst of the death of Winter. We celebrate love and giving in the season when we have, historically, the least to spare.
And yet, the critics are right, in a sense; the world is not perfected yet. Heaven will not happen in this life...our hope lies in the land of God, and our joy waits in eternity. But today, Christmas Day, we celebrate that promise of hope, and the arrival of Emmanuel. God with us...abide with us...Emmanuel. Celebrate, men of earth; the Christ-child came to earth to save us from ourselves!
Oh, come, our Wisdom from on high, Who ordered all things mightily; To us the path of knowledge show, and teach us in her ways to go. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, oh, come, our Lord of might, Who to your tribes on Sinai's height In ancient times gave holy law, In cloud and majesty and awe.Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come O Rod of Jesse's stem, From ev'ry foe deliver them That trust your mighty pow'r to save; Bring them in vict'ry through the grave. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, O Key of David, come, And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high, And cheer us by your drawing nigh, Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, Desire of nations, bind In one the hearts of all mankind; Oh, bid our sad divisions cease, And be yourself our King of Peace. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Surely, any change in our behavior that can trace its origin to some holiday must be too artificial to be taken seriously.
Yet this is the season of Joy, and it is the celebration of the fulfillment of a promise, steeped in the myth of our race, and intertwined with our daily lives. Those skeptics would do well to remember...long ago, mankind died. We became creatures of sin, and were permitted to work our will in all things, to our own destruction. In this state, we despaired...from the darkness of the earliest years, we were lost without hope of redemption. Through all the myths and every legend, this is clearly seen...we know we are lost and cannot save ourselves; we know that there is something wrong, that we cannot put right.
But 2000 years ago...everything changed. Life was irrevocably altered. A God became a man, and that incarnate God-man turned the established world of sinners on its ear. Death was robbed of its power over sinful man...because redemption was handed down from Heaven by God Himself, if only man could humble himself to seek salvation.
In short...all hope, all love...every good thing we know in this life, finds its source in the story and promise of Christmas.
Over the years, recognition of this fact has become packaged in the celebration of the Christ-mas, which in turn has become encumbered . We have lost sight of the amazing nature of the story, and classify it as myth and metaphor, belittling its importance by passing it off as unlikely and therefore untrue.
Still, the story of mankind's hope cannot be separated from this celebration. Every year, we celebrate joy in the midst of the death of Winter. We celebrate love and giving in the season when we have, historically, the least to spare.
And yet, the critics are right, in a sense; the world is not perfected yet. Heaven will not happen in this life...our hope lies in the land of God, and our joy waits in eternity. But today, Christmas Day, we celebrate that promise of hope, and the arrival of Emmanuel. God with us...abide with us...Emmanuel. Celebrate, men of earth; the Christ-child came to earth to save us from ourselves!
Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, our Wisdom from on high, Who ordered all things mightily; To us the path of knowledge show, and teach us in her ways to go. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, oh, come, our Lord of might, Who to your tribes on Sinai's height In ancient times gave holy law, In cloud and majesty and awe.Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come O Rod of Jesse's stem, From ev'ry foe deliver them That trust your mighty pow'r to save; Bring them in vict'ry through the grave. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, O Key of David, come, And open wide our heav'nly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high, And cheer us by your drawing nigh, Disperse the gloomy clouds of night, And death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Oh, come, Desire of nations, bind In one the hearts of all mankind; Oh, bid our sad divisions cease, And be yourself our King of Peace. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to you, O Israel!
Merry Christmas, and may the Joy of Christ lift up your hearts!
Friday, December 08, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The Body of Christ?
The topic of my most recent class discussion was the importance of Doctrine. Rather than preaching, as I have neither the time nor probably the auidence to warrant it, I offer this reflection and question:
The Doctrinal Statements or Creeds and tenents of our faith are the fundamental truths upon which the entire Christian belief is based...the most basic of these being a belief in God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, and One Church, One Baptism, One Ressurection, One Life Eternal...
Great words...but what do they mean?
If the above is true, and supporting the above is what qualifies us as Christians...I must wonder, how we can be the Church of Christ if we do not understand the importance of the above? Put another way...why don't we have more Christians arguing for the beauty and truth of our faith based on the existence of a Triune God, and the Incarnate Savior? Our competitors know who and what they are...while we have lost touch with the basic foundations of our faith...and, worse, we don't even realize that we have stopped understanding (or even trying to understand) the words we use to explain our beliefs. How can they even be rightly called our beliefs?
Lord Jesus have mercy on us, the weak and sick representatives of Your body on earth. Raise us to strength, and renew our souls.
The Doctrinal Statements or Creeds and tenents of our faith are the fundamental truths upon which the entire Christian belief is based...the most basic of these being a belief in God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, and One Church, One Baptism, One Ressurection, One Life Eternal...
Great words...but what do they mean?
If the above is true, and supporting the above is what qualifies us as Christians...I must wonder, how we can be the Church of Christ if we do not understand the importance of the above? Put another way...why don't we have more Christians arguing for the beauty and truth of our faith based on the existence of a Triune God, and the Incarnate Savior? Our competitors know who and what they are...while we have lost touch with the basic foundations of our faith...and, worse, we don't even realize that we have stopped understanding (or even trying to understand) the words we use to explain our beliefs. How can they even be rightly called our beliefs?
Lord Jesus have mercy on us, the weak and sick representatives of Your body on earth. Raise us to strength, and renew our souls.
The Guy Primp
While enjoying my nearly permanent residence in the University Library, I have had the opportunity to reflect on an interesting fact about my sex: We don't primp...or at least, we don't like people to know we primp. Earth shattering, I know...but there it is.
Why is this something I have noticed, of all places, in the library, you ask? Its simple: the library bathrooms offer a unique insight into this delicate difficulty that we men endure on a day-to-day basis. Allow me to enlighten you, and distract myself for a few moments...
You see, the men's bathrooms have a large mirror right next to the door inside of the facilities. This mirror, it is assumed, is offered to us in order to staighten up before returning to normal society, outside of the facilities. But, you see...we're men. We don't primp. You will not, on average, see a man standing in front of that mirror comfortably primping himself. Oh sure, maybe tucking in his shirt, straightening his tie, or something of that nature...but most of that can be handled at the mirrors in front of the sink. This isolated special mirror has but one purpose...and we men aren't generally comfortable with that purpose. At least, not publically.
You see, unlike the fairer sex, who are portrayed as constantly talking in the midst of primping in nearly every movie...if we must primp, it is not generally a social affair. Which is why, if you were to enter the men's bathroom in the Library, you might open the door tocatch the briefest flash of motion, as the man that was primping himself only moments ago tries to pretend he was stretching and not rearranging his hair. Because, after all, we are men.
We don't primp.
I should add that there is one instance I have experienced which seems to directly challenge this observation: when a group of guys are involved in a play, they generally seem to relax the "Cannot be seen primping" rule. I guess that comes with the wearing of make-up...if that rule can be bent, what rule must remain steadfast?
Why is this something I have noticed, of all places, in the library, you ask? Its simple: the library bathrooms offer a unique insight into this delicate difficulty that we men endure on a day-to-day basis. Allow me to enlighten you, and distract myself for a few moments...
You see, the men's bathrooms have a large mirror right next to the door inside of the facilities. This mirror, it is assumed, is offered to us in order to staighten up before returning to normal society, outside of the facilities. But, you see...we're men. We don't primp. You will not, on average, see a man standing in front of that mirror comfortably primping himself. Oh sure, maybe tucking in his shirt, straightening his tie, or something of that nature...but most of that can be handled at the mirrors in front of the sink. This isolated special mirror has but one purpose...and we men aren't generally comfortable with that purpose. At least, not publically.
You see, unlike the fairer sex, who are portrayed as constantly talking in the midst of primping in nearly every movie...if we must primp, it is not generally a social affair. Which is why, if you were to enter the men's bathroom in the Library, you might open the door tocatch the briefest flash of motion, as the man that was primping himself only moments ago tries to pretend he was stretching and not rearranging his hair. Because, after all, we are men.
We don't primp.
I should add that there is one instance I have experienced which seems to directly challenge this observation: when a group of guys are involved in a play, they generally seem to relax the "Cannot be seen primping" rule. I guess that comes with the wearing of make-up...if that rule can be bent, what rule must remain steadfast?
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Sick-o
I have been sick.
See, when I type it, it sounds just fine. If you heard me say it, however, it would sound more like this; "Imb sig. Hack, cough, hack hack cough cough, moan, hack cough...etc"
And I cannot afford time off. For a multitude of reasons...time off isn't an option.
But, you know...when the going gets tough...the tough get going...assuming they aren't dying from some stupid cold that makes their heads feel like it will explode, while acid runs down my throat and my eyes burn...
Sigh.
I hate being sick. I was NOT made to be sick.
On the plus side...my wife got me the coolest beanie in the world. So my ears are warm...and that always makes you feel (somewhat) better.
Hack, Cough, Hack Hack Hack...
See, when I type it, it sounds just fine. If you heard me say it, however, it would sound more like this; "Imb sig. Hack, cough, hack hack cough cough, moan, hack cough...etc"
And I cannot afford time off. For a multitude of reasons...time off isn't an option.
But, you know...when the going gets tough...the tough get going...assuming they aren't dying from some stupid cold that makes their heads feel like it will explode, while acid runs down my throat and my eyes burn...
Sigh.
I hate being sick. I was NOT made to be sick.
On the plus side...my wife got me the coolest beanie in the world. So my ears are warm...and that always makes you feel (somewhat) better.
Hack, Cough, Hack Hack Hack...
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