Χριστός Ανραυτη! Christ is Risen! Happy Easter everyone. May this year be full of blessings and hope and joy.
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Today is Palm Sunday, marking Jesus’ entrance into Jerusalem at the beginning of Passover. It marks the beginning of Holy Week, Jesus’ final ministry, the Last Supper, His passion, crucifixion, and Resurrection.
It also kicks off the season of “Muslims bombing churches in the Middle East,” but I digress.
Maybe I should write about this instead of my intended topic–after all, we’re suddenly beating the war drums over Syria because the President was supposedly swayed by his daughter’s heartbreak over the latest gas attack. What about this? This, also, has been going on for years. Is it the type of weapon deployed that makes the difference here?
Yeah, I’m heated.
But this does tie into what I wanted to write about in a way.
According to Matthew, as Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey and the people spread palms and their garments on the ground as though he were their king, the children in the Temple cried out, “Hosanna to the son of David!”
Indignant, the chief priests and scribes asked Christ if He heard, and to which He responded,
“[H]ave you never read, ‘Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, you have brought perfect praise’?”
This has entered the culture as the saying, “From the mouth of babes,” denoting that children have some kind of wisdom to offer.
So what gives? What does this mean? When do we listen to children? Even adult ones? Continue reading “What Should We Listen To “From the Mouths of Babes”?”
There’s something floating around the zeitgeist holding that failure is not the end of all things, but the beginning.
“Have a system.”
“Failure makes you stronger.”
My high school music teacher–the best teacher I ever had–used to say something to us before every performance: “Eat a rock.”
As in, go out and do something bold. Impossible. Dumb, even. But also glorious. And in order to eat a rock–and here’s the important part–you can’t give up or let up, not even for a second. Because if you do, you’ll never finish.
It’s a silly metaphor, and it conjures up all sorts of interesting visual imagery, but it’s stuck with me all the same ever since.
Eat a rock.
I had a big failure recently. Like, a massive one. But something strange happened when I got the news. I wasn’t angry, or worried, or filled with self-pity. I felt–and this is where it gets weird–empty. Numb.
Though this is the kind of thing that would make most wail and gnash their teeth, it didn’t move the needle for me one way or the other. It was just a thing, another thing in life that needs to be dealt with.
Maybe I’ve been internalizing these messages. Maybe saturating myself in the world of self-improvement, systems-thinking, philosophy, and brotherhood so much these past two years is actually rubbing off on me.
In truth, things will get worse before they get better. Life will get more difficult. But once the numbness wore off, felt oddly exhilarated. I went into my room, hit the knees in prayer, and when I got up, I felt a sense of resolve.
I have a responsibility and a duty. To my family and to myself.
And nothing, not even failure, lasts forever. Continue reading “Eat A Rock”
Based on my calculations, we’re about halfway through Lent. And every year certain aspects of Lent get easier, while others prove more difficult.
Take fasting. No, please, take it. It’s an inconvenience and kind of a drag. But that’s the point.
When we were kids, at least in the Greek Orthodox tradition, it meant going meatless more often, and sometimes everything-less, especially during Holy Week. We don’t do the “give something up for 40 days” as our Catholic brethren do, but I understand the idea behind abstaining from certain foods and certain things. It’s a great way to introduce children into the concept of fasting.
So fasting from what? What’s more challenging than not eating the things that you love?
A lot. Three points;
But the food let has become easier for me. Age and maturity will do that to you. And it’s good because a little physical discomfort can sharpen your mind for the things you are truly supposed to abstain from.
Sinfulness. Your flaws. Things you do that you know you shouldn’t do but that you do anyway.
These are the things Christ was crucified to help us overcome.
Okay, if you’re not a Christian, or even religious, I am aware of how silly his may sound. But roll with me here. Continue reading “Fasting From What?”
I hate this question. But I do not hate the people who ask it.
I know why people ask it: They want to start up a conversation. As someone who enjoys talking, I cannot fault them for this even a little bit.
But it’s a loaded question, similar to asking someone “How are you doing?” What they want really isn’t the question; they don’t care. “How are you doing?” has become conflated with “Hello!” And “What’cha thinkin’?” is more like “Let’s talk about something here; the silence is killing me!” Continue reading ““What’cha thinkin’?””
Well, you’ve done it Internet. You’ve broken me.
Just when I think there are no more ways people can get Christianity wrong, I see stuff that doesn’t even make me upset; it just leaves me scratching my head and wondering how anyone living in the United States or Europe could be so wrong about the underpinnings of the last 2,000 years of our civilizations.
And then I remember that the United States and Europe are far different than they were even 50 years ago.
So as a part of my mission is to clear up misconceptions and change perceptions, I’ve decided to set up my booth, so to speak, and talk about some of these things people think they know about Christianity, but have way, way wrong.
I’m not trying to convert anybody (but if you want to visit a Greek Orthodox Church to see what it’s all about, that’s great!) but I would just like to change contemporary American’s perceptions about what it is us Christians do and believe.
This is not done in anger, but as a relatively quick way to clarify some Christian beliefs. And I am not trying to convert anybody, just attempting to do a bit of level-setting so we’re not all talking past each other when we discuss Christianity.
Mind you, I’m approaching this from the perspective of my church, the Greek Orthodox Church, so your mileage may vary.
Before we begin, I have to point out that these are actual questions I have gotten and actual things I have seen on-line and elsewhere. I’ll only go over a few in this post, mainly focusing on the Bible itself, because if I don’t control myself I could go on about this stuff for days . . .
“You think God wrote the Bible, so you can’t disagree with it even when it’s wrong because Christians are all superstitious (and dumb).”
No Christian believes that God Himself wrote the Bible. If anyone’s been taught that God literally sat down, uncapped his pen, and scribbled down a few notes, than they seriously need to find a new teacher. Continue reading “Ask a Christian “
No child is bad from the beginning… they only imitate their atmosphere.
Nothing in life is easy. Nothing. Especially the things that are good. Even things that are supposed to be natural, like parenthood.
Life is stressful enough without adding kids into the mix, and patience is always in limited reserves. Like any scarce resource, patience must be judiciously managed so that one doesn’t spend the last few hours of the waking day a simmering cauldron of rage.
This affects parents, no doubt. But this is not necessarily what has been affecting me. I am generally even-keeled and tend not to let my emotions overtake me, whether I’m at work or involved in something personal. This isn’t my natural disposition, though, but one borne through almost two decades of managing a legendarily short fuse.
And yet, I find myself getting angry at my son a lot lately.
He is four-and-a-half, very funny, and very energetic. This energy has difficulty being dispersed by nature of our having moved recently to a much smaller place in the city. This will change soon, hopefully, but I’m not making any guesses as to when.
So in lieu of being able to play outside, he has to deal with “indoor” stuff, particularly at night, when there are no playgrounds or parks or backyards nearby. And the indoor stuff soon gets boring for a kid who loves nothing more than being out in the open air.
You can see where this is going. Continue reading “Fatherly Rage”