The Long Winter

Its going to be a long winter. well. maybe it won’t, but right now, in the middle of the season I love best, I’m beginning to feel the dread of a long winter.

I wish I understood how I felt. I’m not usually short on words to describe my feeling, being the kind of rare individual who spends more time than is possibly healthy examining his own soul. Its a complex knot.

There are a number of issues I’m currently feeling strongly over. So I’m going to list them here:

1) Two of my best friends are going through difficult times right now. A lot has changed for them in the last year. They’ve grown in huge ways spiritually and when that kind of growth happens, its usually because of hard hard circumstances emotionally and physically. I’ve watched from a distance while they have walked though it, and I haven’t said much. I frequently don’t say much. Its a fault of mine, not wanting to tread lightly on matters I feel are tremendously serious. Their circumstances remind me of what a member of my family had to go through, and I hope they know that this kind of tempering is something to cherish. Its far far worse to be comfortable, because comfort changes little. I hope they know that I am praying for them, that even if I don’t speak up often, they are frequently on my mind.

2) Speaking of comfort, that’s where I am. The last year had been a period of growth for me. Rich growth. Areas of my life that God had been quietly teaching me about had underwent maturing, and there were exciting things happening. I had grown accustomed to the rich emotional content of it all. Then, in the last two months, things settled down to the generic rhythm of life I’ve had for the last 6 years. And I miss desperately the feeling that God is up to something. Right now I feel unable to stand, unable to grasp His promises. Everything is colored by this feeling I can’t shake that nothing matters. I have brief moments of joy, but they don’t last.

It isn’t that I believe God isn’t going to do something great. But right now, I can’t see any farther than the next work day. Few of the things I know to be good in my life are generating the kind of excitement I’m craving, and I’m feeling, in general, emotionless.

Its hard to trust when you can’t see anything but gray skies ahead. Its easier to deal with the discomfort now if you know something better is coming, but the disconcerting emptiness ahead is sucking the life out of me.

3) This election cycle has been particularly frustrating. Its like watching a train wreck happen, slowly, knowing things are going to crash and being unable to stop it.

Politicians lie. This is a fundamental truth. Its sad, but true, of the populace (i include myself in this) that we care more about image than substance. This election is as much or more a popularity content than it is a vetting of qualified candidates for the highest office of the United States. Watching the candidates is like watching high schoolers and their juvenile posturing. Its depressing.

It has been particularly frustrating to me to see good friends, christian friends, embrace the marketing. I’ll say it openly. Obama is not a friend to Christians. Not politically. For all his talk, he is the same old liberal agenda, with the one exception that he is much much better at speaking than any other liberal for a long time.

He has a silver tongue and because most people tend to base their decisions on the thin substance of speeches and words (which are worth less on election day than a junkies promises) he has gained quite the religious following. He sells hope, preaching a peculiar kind or secular religion. But unlike Christianity, whose hope is grounded firmly on the Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, Obama stands mostly on little else than his ability to make a tired agenda look sweet and appealing.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think he’s the antichrist. I don’t think he’s a terrorist. I don’t really buy into the conspiracies or the hype McCain’s campaign or the well and not so well meaning supporters of McCain send out. But Obama, regardless of how he chooses to spin it, and I trust nothing a candidate says while running for office, votes pro choice, believes that the government should be more involved in our personal lives, and thinks the government should be the agent in this country for giving of one mans wealth to another.

In the end, no matter how nuanced and careful or thoughtful he might appear to be, he chooses to deny the rights of millions of innocents. A man who can turn his back on those most in need of his help, is a man I don’t trust. He can say he cares, but really, how much are words really worth?

I realize this screed isn’t exhaustive. I simply don’t have time to spend days compiling a dissertation and trying to tease out the truth of hundreds of pages and hours of talk by the candidate to proffer you unequivocal proof. And that frustrates me too.

The next two presidents of the united states will be in office for a total of 8 years. 8 Years. But far more important than that are the 2-3 supreme court justices those two presidents will appoint. Justices who will be in office for 30 years. I cannot understate the importance of this. I am not happy with McCain. But he has consistently, over 30 years, voted pro life. He is our best chance of getting conservative justices appointed. Justices who will defend the constitutional right of the unborn to live, who will stand against the erosion of states rights. Long after the war and the economy are over, those judges will be making an impact.

I could go on and on about this, but will spare you the repetition

For all my frustration, I want my christian friends who disagree with me, and even my non christian friends to know that I do not take this as cause to change how I feel about them. I’m not going to castigate you for not agreeing with me. Even if you are wrong wrong wrong. ;)

There was I think, another thing going on. But I can’t remember it. Another time perhaps.

 

An Update

I’ve been busy, and I’ve been negligent of certain responsibilities. I understand the need to converse regularly with you, those who stop by to see if anything has changed, but other things vie for my attention. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be motivated enough, efficient enough to do everything I desire. Hmph. Well, perhaps.

My vacation a couple weeks ago, for those whom I have yet to speak to, was good. It was especially good to see cousins I hadn’t seen for 15 years or more. It was odd, not in a bad way, but strange because it happens infrequently, to see them grown up, married with kids. To watch them interact with their daughters and spouses. It was really good to find out what has been going on in their lives, and to reacquaint myself with who they were and what they had become. Familiar faces who were no longer the people who I knew as a child, and seen through eyes that were no longer childish. In some ways it was like I was meeting some for the first time, people I really didn’t know, but with whom I shared a bond with. All in all, it was a lovely time.

I also, while I was in Michigan, had the chance to meet some of my fathers old college friends. My parents don’t talk much about their earlier years, though I have heard stories at different times. It was fun to watch my dad interact, to be so familiar with people I had never met. Its strange (though it shouldn’t be really) to see my father as someone outside of the image I had built of him as his son. It was also fun to realize that my dad was the kind of guy I would have hung out with in college. I see more clearly parts of myself that are like him.

It was also fun to meet his friends, friends he had known in his youth. Its funny. I think my parents have few friends who they are completely themselves around. Watching my dad around those people brought out a side of him I only usually see when its just our family. It made these people seem close to me, even though I barely knew them.

In other areas of my life, work has been a bit tumultuous. I’ve been dropped into a situation that is confused, stressed and fraught with risk. I find myself not much liking my options or what is being asked of me. It distracts me and prevents me from really concentrating on anything else when I’m at home. I don’t like stress. I don’t like uncertainty, especially when I didn’t volunteer for it. But I suppose it is these times that God uses to build character. Nothing improves in life without an accompanying kind of pain. It is the inheritance of Adam and the curse he left all his children.

I’ll close with a short telling of my weekend, which was spent in a state of nervous anxiety. My hard drive, the one i keep all my photos on, crashed on Friday afternoon. I usually keep a backup off site, but murphy being who he is, this week i had wiped my secondary backup to use as storage while on vacation. The truly horrifying part was that Naomi’s engagement photos had been lost, and I had not yet filled her order. It was a truly sickening feeling, as i watched the files and directories turn into meaningless dots and squibles. This story has a happy ending though, and I emerge wiser. Using several file recover programs, and finally settling on GetDataBack, i was able to recover most if not all the photos i lost, and all of Naomi’s photos, which were sent off to the lab yesterday. Truly, God was gracious to me. Now, i will have to formulate a more robust plan for data backup. I don’t ever want to have to go through that again. 

Me, Myself, and I

Four months ago, I did not anticipate how much I would miss Jon when he moved to Texas to work on his masters. Although I knew that I would miss not having him around, I wasn’t expecting how much being alone in my apartment would sap me of my creative energy. When work got very quiet for about eight weeks, I became so frustrated that I started looking around at other job opportunities and thinking seriously about doing something, anything, to break the monotony. I even considered getting a dog. ;)

I have neglected this website.

I had, in fact, neglected all of my current hobbies and projects. I hadn’t worked on any of my photo projects, or done much with the Dynamic Bible in the way of improvements, or written much in the way of poetry or essays. Quite the sob story.

Back last Thanksgiving, I made the decision to get rid of my internet access at home. Around the same time, I dropped my Netflix account. I did that for a couple reasons, one of which was to save some money. I was very close to retiring my CC debt and I knew Jon was going to be leaving soon. But more importantly than that, I needed to get away from media. I felt inundated, and a little confused spiritually. So I decided a drastic reduction in the amount of information coming in, a sort of media fast, was in order.

During that time, I read more, watched some movies on screen, occasionally got dvd’s from the library, and for the most part, went off the inet grid while at home. I read more of my Bible.

And it helped.

But I sorely missed being connected. IM has, over the last 4-6 years, become a very real tie to many of those whom I consider my closest friends, and for 6 months, I was unable to communicate to them.

A few weeks ago, the proxy restrictions at work became much more stringent, and being unable to get access to necessary resources, so I hooked broadband back up. I’m writing this here to let my readership know what’s been going on with me for the last few months of sparse posting and communication.

I’ve learned some important lessons about myself in the last few months. The most significant is that, although I need and enjoy solitude often, I need contact and communicative relationships with people more. So much of why I act creatively stems from that. Without it, I experience a mild, though significant, depression, a sort of numb feeling emotionally that makes you feel like things don’t really matter.

At work, a few weeks ago, I was finally assigned a project, and have been busy with things to accomplish and am feeling much better. In addition to the changes at work, several weeks back I had to make a concerted effort to renew friendships and break out of malaise.

So that’s whats up with me. For those who know them, I’ll be posting a few of Naomi and Gavin’s engagement photos in the next couple days. 

Healthy, Wealthy and Wise

There’s a saying that, "Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." The sentiment is found in proverbs. There probably is something to it. I’ve been late to bed and late to rise and very busy last several months, and now I’m sick. I wonder if its a portent of things to come?

Been reading C. S. Lewis of late. Decided to finally finish the space trilogy, and so I read "That Hideous Strength". Lovely book. I had not really understood the level of Lewis’ distaste for modern feminism, and after reading "The Dark Tower" and the short stories contained in that volume, I am somewhat wiser to his sharper wit. He writes with more vim and vigor when speaking to adult audiences about societel issues. Does a body good to hear such truths so outspoken in such times as these.

Whew, would you get ahold of the verbage in that paragraph? Comes from having a foggy head. ;) Christmas is coming. Am I the only one who is having a hard time wrapping himself up in a festive spirit? I think I lost something… somewhere… 

A Double Minded Man in Unstable

I hate being pulled in several different directions. hate. it. I hate not being able to take advantage of emotional energy to solve problems and overcome challenges and accomplish tasks because I don’t know which challenges, which problems and which tasks to do first. I hate the fact that I usually do know which ones to do first, but don’t want to do them because, though they have highest priority, they do not hold the most value to me. I can’t move, can’t accomplish, can’t resolve this problem.

Just thought you might like to know. :) 

Personal Notes

My roomate is off in Rome traipsing around the Italian countryside, and my little brother is at home for spring break which leaves me at home all by myself. … Its kinda weird, as I haven’t been alone for any extended period of time for nearly two years. Who knew I would dislike it this much.

I watched Looney Toones, Back in Action last night. It was pretty good. The dialoge among the real actors was pretty campy, but the cartoons were great. The gags were just like the ones you remember growing up with. Awesome.

The Birth of a Shy Mans Dream

A New York Times article on the creator of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow delves into the dreams of a shy creative.

Oh the Irony! HA!

After all that ranting, it appears that The Passion is actually reducing anti-semitism. Thats gotta hurt.

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