Chase Livingston is he who walks in arid regions of the mind. The product of a few fading pools of imagination, he writes a soft soliloquy. His plight I felt and thus enjoined I penned this piece of praising prose…

an empty ocean
that i splashed dry

and i walk the shore
that was no more

but now a desert sea
and fading memory

small pools of water
a sun grown hotter

the soil of my brain
is in need of rain

and it is clear
i’d joy for water near

All credit for the above poetry is due Chase Livingston, who’s delightful poem it was that I so shamelessly condensed…

You know you’ve been programming to long when you wake up and realize you’ve been dreaming in Javascript. I can’t for the life of me remember exactly what it was, but it had something to do with church, Paul the Apostle, and Javascript Array’s and Objects. I’ve gotta get out more…

Much accomplished, much to do… I’ll see you in the morning.

In the midst of fatigue, the hardest part of a task is finishing the last ten to twenty percent. It is at this point in most projects that I am want to give up. In truth, I give up often at this point. I’m tired, and the rewards no longer seem worth the effort.

What I don’t think about usually, when at this point are two things. First, the rewards that initially prompted me to start, but also the reward of finishing. I think such an accomplishment is underrated in my mind.

I am going to finish this project. Sure, it might sound corny to think that this is what Frodo felt as he carried the ring, but we all have our personal battles to face, and who cares if mine is somewhat on a smaller scale. The character is the same. The strength of will to move mountains is built by moving small stones.

In the wee hours of the morning I find myself awake. I am in a state of not desiring wakefulness, yet bounding with energy. While in the throws of chemical delusions, caffeine that dark and ichorous substance, my friend and my nemesis, I hail thee.

God was kind to me this evening. I found myself embarking upon an adventure into territory I had not trod before, and the mountains that I saw before me were more than I could see my way through. Yet with my intrepid companion, and a most merciful God, we marched through fiery trial, sore and afraid, until in the depths of the W3C DOM we found solace in the MSDN Library. All I can say is, thank you God for Microsoft and the best source of documentation anywhere on the World Wide Web.

Playing Pool

Beneath the soft dim tungsten lights
Small worlds collide with random purpose
Intent upon the stratagem
It flies across the soft green surface

A battle on a cosmic table
Arrayed in lines like Pythagoras
Slowly each small world has fallen
And in the end they all have left us

I have finished the first volume of William Jones Church History, and I’d like to jot down a few notes before launching into the second.

It is often told to me that only the Catholics can claim that their history goes back to the time of Christ. Such claims are uninformed. Though much of history is obscured due to the affliction of those who opposed the church of Rome, the record of the Novations, Paulicians, the Christians in Piedmont valley in 800 A.D. who were taught by Claude a bishop there, and the Waldenses who came some hundred so years later. Each group in its turn was persecuted by the church of Rome, many were tortured and killed because they dared oppose the Papacy.

Christ told the disciples that Christians would be known by their love one for another. It seems strange to me, that if indeed Christ’s Church was properly upheld by the bishops of Rome, that they did not heed nor evidence such brotherly love.

Other notes of some import, the doctrine of infant baptistism did not show itself until sometime in 400-500 BC, or perhaps later. The worship and veneration of the saints and martyrs did not evidence itself until a little earlier than infant baptism, and was the source of some dispute among those who held the Papacy. One situation of note is recalled that Pope Constantine issued an edict forbidding the use of images and such in the church, and Pope Steven IV who followed (i think) promptly issued an edict countermanding the order.

The doctrine of Transubstantion, which holds that the Eucharist becomes the actual physical body and blood of Christ, is the logical equivalent of cannibalism, a practice the early Christians were often accused of and had often to offer a defense against.

If the passage in Matthew when Christ said, “Thou art Peter, and upon this Rock will I build my church.” is spoken of by Catholics to mean that Peter was made vice-regent and was the first Pope. There is some confusion rising from the passage, yet Peter in his epistle noted that Christ was the chief corner stone, the stone that the builders rejected, and that all Christians were as living stones. If Peter taught that Christ was the foundation of the church, then he would have understood that Christ referred to Himself.

Also, all throughout the history of the Church of Rome, the Bishops there and later on the Popes, sought to establish through civil law the kingdom of Christ. Those who opposed or taught against Papal decree were persecuted and often killed. Those who were to important to kill were banished or imprisoned. Christ during His ministry noted on several occasions that His kingdom was not an earthly kingdom. It seems that the church in Rome neglected this doctrine.

Paul teaches us in many of his epistles that we as Christians are to submit ourselves to the kings and magistrates of whatever government we are under. Yet the Popes often declared themselves above the kings and refused upon more than one occasion to submit to the authority of the Monarch in whose jurisdiction they resided.

This is not a complete list, and I have not included much source material because I haven’t time right now. William Jones’ History of the Christian Church may be consulted if you wish to research more thoroughly some of the issue raised here.

Utter Dependance on God

In the silent stillness lay
A broken man devoid of life
Existence lived on weary roads
Running from the constant strife
And emptiness of sin

Yet amongst the cold dark ash
There a gift, a spark is given
Hope springs fresh from Holy Hands
Pierced by nail, whose side was riven
By a cruel Roman spear

   Rise up Oh Man in gratitude
   Live thy life with Fortitude
   Love the man who bore thy cross
   And turned to silver life from dross

In the silent stillness lay
The peace of God in humble hearts
Dependant on a God of love
We cry with joy, "How Great Thou Art"
Oh precious God and King

Life afresh to live in peace
To fellowship with brethren
Let us worship now the King
Let praises rise into heaven
Where Jesus sits on high

   Rise up Oh Man in gratitude
   Live thy life with Fortitude
   Love the man who bore thy cross
   And turned to silver life from dross

Jonathan, age 11, upon being inspired by his father, promptly let flow his creative genius and thus the product of a sharp mind has encapsulated the essence of the day.

How do you solve a problem like Korea?
How do you catch Saddom and pin him down?
How do you find a word that means Korea?
Both bad guys, terrorists, and clowns.
Many a thing you know you just don’t tell them.
Many a thing they just don’t understand.
But how do you make them stay,
and listen to all you say?
How do you keep the terrorist from their plan?
O how do solve a problem like Korea?
Where do they hide the NUKE BOMBS in their land?

by Jonathan Spilger (age 11 years)

This poem is sung to the tune of: “How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria” in the Sound of Music.

This will probably provoke some amount of discussion, but I need a place to note a growing list of things that require further research.

Note: Updated 1.22.2003

  • Why was it necessary for a Pope, when none existed for 600 years after the church was established, and when there appeared to be no centralized authority structure, at least until Constantine.
  • Why is the Oral history of the Catholic church given so much weight, when previous examples of oral history were rebuked by Christ because it contradicted the written word.
  • The Catholic church claims to be the pillar and foundation of the truth, yet history bears out the fact that the Catholic church instigated crimes against those who professed Christ as bad as the Roman Emperor’s who ruled up to the time of Constantine. If we are to know our brethren by their love one for another, then such practice can hardly evidence the truth of Catholicism. There are many practices in Catholicism that can not be supported based on scripture alone, some even that seem to contradict it. If such is true, then has the Catholic church really suported and upheld the truth?
  • Why do Catholic priests honor themselves with the title ‘father’ when such practice is condemned in Mathew 23?
  • Why should I not be skeptical when I was warned by scripture in 1 Tim 4 that there would come in latter times those who would depart from the faith, and that those who did would be hypocritical and forbid people to marry, such as the Catholic church has done with it’s priesthood?
  • It does not seem odd to me that such a thing as the Catholic church is possible, if it is indeed false, as we are warned in multiple places in scripture that heresies would come, and that many would fall prey to them.
  • The Catholic teaching that the Eucharist becomes the physical body and blood of Christ during communion is the logical equivalent of cannabalsim, and something the early Christians found deplorable. Indeed, such practices were taught in most of the philosophies and pagan religions at the time. Ref: Book 3 of Theophilus’ writings.
  • Irenaeus indicates that the authority inside the church was decentralized. Indeed, several years before the reign of Constantine and the council of Nice, the bishops of Rome were rebuked and exhorted to put away heresies that had crept in from the Gnostics. Ref: here

This is not a complete list, but I did want to record them now before I forgot them amidst the daily life that constantly clamours for my affection.

Its important to be quiet when you’re hunting. It is perhaps one reason why hunting is liked so much by men. Alone with nature, the beauty of God’s own creation stretching out before you in all directions. Getting up well before dawn, and watching the sun rise slowly over those snow capped mountains.

Then there is the thrill of the chase! The adrenaline fed rush of the contest between man and beast. The prize is life and food for your family, the knowledge that you are able to provide another day of peace and comfort for those you love.

But the hunt is spoiled by greed. Grubby hands who take to much, spoiling the land, destroying the chance for life, ruining your hopes. Then must a man go to war, and the hunt becomes a darker deed. Yet you will hunt, and for the same reasons, and silent will be the arrow that takes thy prey.

Tis a grim glory and a terrible might, the man whose love has been endangered by the lust of foolish men. Beware the golden arrow, for it is said that when all the land is overrun, and hope is at it’s dimmest, then shall the golden arrow be loosed, and truth will reign in high places.

(exerpt from the notes of Gamil, loremaster of the house of Aaron, third house of Pellenath)

The winter is cold and I’ve felt its touch. Sitting in my living room, listening to the sounds of Dante’s Prayer, I find myself in a rare mood. Winter is hard for me, of all the seasons its bitter sweet, for it follows after Autumn, the season of my heart. Its harder in winter… harder to be creative, harder to feel, harder to put forth the energy needed to be all things to all people.

I desire very much to withdraw, to retreat to the safer regions of my soul, hiding behind a mechanical exterior, unwilling to expose myself to the world. You will have, no doubt, noticed the change in my posts of late. Perhaps a slightly more caustic tone, a bent towards debate. Fear not, my more soothing nature will return. Just as the budding blade of grass peeps forth as the first rays of Spring’s new sun shines upon the earth, all things cycle.

The period of retreat is drawing to an end. Let us look for the end of the long dark winter!

Orson Scott Card, science fiction author, and now political analyst, offers an explanation of US foriegn policy. Now, I’m not a political pundit, not am I up on the latest movement within the white house. I have always stood upon the philosophy that for the average American to think even for a moment that he is better able to understand what is going on in foreign fields, is foolish and stupid. The vast majority of Americans don’t even know how much American can know about what goes on in foreign nations, knowledge that the President does know. You simply have to trust in the man who was elected. Its all you can do. It is why the character of the man you elect is so important, because there will come times when you are going to have to trust them blindly.

I found Card’s article insightful, and it had a ring of truth. You might find a bunch of nonsense, but the truth of the matter is, you can’t really tell for sure, and all you accomplish by berrating our government is showing the enemy that we are divided. Consider that.

(link via Rhesa)

My first epic. I post it here for your evaluation first, as I’m not sure its finished. Post your comments, thoughts, ideas and such. At some point I will either write more, make changes, or just post it as is in the poetry section. Thanks!

Note: The Anarion featured here has no relation to Isildur’s brother and the setting is my own creation and should bear no resemblance to middle earth. The etymology and origin of the names, though they were heavily influenced by Tolkien and can be translated using Quenyan, make no claim to actually be Quenyan.

Anarion’s Lay

See the morning fair and blue
Breaking on the western sea
Soft and glowing, gold in hue
Spreading on the greensward lee

Fair the sunrise ere the day
She danced within the grassy dell
Long hair black and laughing gay
There he saw sweet Aranel

Her he watched beneath the pine
Long known to him since childhood
Daughter of a noble line
With a soul both kind and good

And for her his heart failed not
The quest that lay before him
A heavy weight, a road hard fought
Fraught with dangers dark and grim

With determined will he turned
And journeyed far in foreign fields
From the wise their wisdom learned
With the strong his blade did wield

To this end long he laboured
To destroy the three dark lords
In Pelenath, city favored
Fallen ‘neath their angry hordes

Land beneath a dull grey veil
Sluggish souls caught in despair
Rife with spoil in dell and dale
Land that lost what once was fair

But beneath the sluggish blight
A spark of hope lay hidden
Till one with truth his banner bright
Would breach foul hearts unbidden

Then would land awake in wrath
And cast down the darkling three
Led by leader down a path
Through battle on to victory

Arise Anarion the fair
Take a hold thy sword of truth
With honor bright, thou art heir
Claim thy right in days of youth

Quailed he not and stood he fast
With thought of land and lady
For the future and the past
He won the day with glory

Hail Anarion the King!
Hail his bride sweet Aranel!
Let the land lift voice and sing
The day the wicked Triad fell

Dear Mrs. Ellen,

We don’t resent you, we welcome you. See… we’re on your side. After having been subjected to years of female ridicule and distain, the male society welcomes with open arms those women who are willing to love those things about us that we were born to yearn for. Men want to be noble. Chivalry isn’t dead, its suffocating. I don’t speak for all men, and I’m sure you don’t speak for all women, but for what it’s worth, LOTR isn’t a locker room, and women are welcome.