Last night, a buddy called me and said "hey Justin, you remember when you told me to tell you when Jimbo is playing in town?"
I said "Yes."
My buddy said, "He's playing tonight at Newby's."
I was like, "dude, I'm there."
What sucked about it was that I had gotten my wires crossed on another social engagement I thought was supposed to be the next day but it was that same night. I felt bad but I ended up going to see Jimbo, the venue was closer and it was music I really wanted to hear.
If you wonder who Jimbo Mathus is, he started a band many some years ago called "The Squirrel Nut Zippers," they are no longer together but they were amazing, so I have been wondering what his stuff was like now.
Jimbo has switched from the 20's and 30's style throwback swing to blues, which makes sense, because he moved to Clarksdale Mississippi (think Delta Blues). I couldn't stay the whole night, I had forgotten my earplugs so my ears were ringing and he didn't start twill 12:30 or 1:00 in the morning. The part of the show I saw kicked... well you know that part of the body that gets kicked when things are awesome.
So I walked away from the night in awe that I had met Jimbo Mathus.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
GI Jesus
I try not to often judge the military. For you to really understand my point on this take into account that I am a democrat and oppose voted the non-military direction in the last presidential election (does everyone understand my aloofness?) The reason I try to keep from making moral and ethical decisions on how and to what length a governement can defend iteself is because I don't think Jesus made that distinction with the military. I pull that from his interaction with the Roman centurian, I once heard a military chaplin say that Jesus redily helped a man who was an officer of a millitary that was occupying another country. Jesus' goal was not to comment on the for or against of the military in that instance.
THE PRIOR STATEMENT WAS NOT MY POINT JUST A PATH I HAD TO TAKE TO GET TO MY POINT. So for eveyrone who is on either side of why I am wrong just relax for a minute, I really want to talk about millitary chaplency.
I don't understand the millitary I don't have the stomach or the will to do the things enlisted and officers have to do, but that doesn't mean there isn't work that needs to be done there. On a very small level I might have an iota of understanding what a soldier goes through here or abroad, and those aren't situations I feel like I can minister to.
My friend Josh got swore in today as an officer in the Air Force, planning on going into service as a chaplin. I got to watch him take his oath. I was proud to be there, because I know Josh and understand that he is walking into a different world and am proud of him and all the men who choose to try and be instruments of calm in chaos. Something that always gets me about military chaplins is that they don't carry guns, yet they aren't affraid to step onto the battle field. God Bless and God speed.
Take into account all ye nay sayers before you respond about my either too conservative or libral view on the millitary, I am talking about chaplins, and I would take issue with anyone who has a problem with military chaplency.
Monday, April 10, 2006
The dead shall rise
Easter is a wonderful time. The flowers are blossoming the grass is turning green, even Jesus is rising from the dead. My faith tradition has never been that big into Easter, and with their anabaptist roots I understand why, but I am a big fan of Easter. To me it resembles hope, and it is set in the season of rebirth.
The most wonderful thing about this season, other than Jesus I mean come he is just a given, the reeses peanut butter egg. The funny thing is that the reeses peanut butter egg is better than normal reeses cups. I don't know how that works but it is fact, just like the three main facts about ninja's. So good tidings of comfort and joy comfort and joy, and have an egg, and if you want to send me an Easter gift that isn't money, reeses peanut butter eggs.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Contra?
Anyone who reads my blog avidly knows that about six months ago I started swing dancing. I really enjoy swing, I dance every Wednesday night with a group in Memphis called the Redhotlindyhop, the webpage link is on my links section.
Last night I went to try Contra Dancing. I know what you are thinking:up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, b, a, select, start; but no not the video game the dance. I was cool, there was this band playing Celtic Music, and everyone got into two lines, and we danced. The style of the dance involves a caller, so there are do-si-do's, Promenade's, and swing's, I heard it once describes as barn dancing on crack. I think I agree, though I don't really know barn dancing nor have I ever done crack. After swing dancing my body is physically tired and sore, but after and during contra I am out of breath, so I figure that the contra dancing is more of an aerobic workout where the swing dancing works the muscles more, regardless it is one of those things where you have to accept that you are going to be covered in sweat and dancing with other people covered in sweat.
As I do more research I will post more on the history of contra, but if you are interested check out the memphis contra dancer's page.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
This is just a test, a vanity test
I am just curious about how many people check or read my blog. If you are reading this I would appriciate it if you left a responce, and said something really really rediculous.
Friday, March 17, 2006
St Patrick
In honor of the day, a word from the man himself:
"The Breast-plate of St. Patrick"
I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
through belief in the Threeness,
through confession of the Oneness of the Creator of creation.
I arise today through the strength of Christ with His Baptism,
through the strength of His Crucifixion with His Burial
through the strength of His Resurrection with His Ascension,
through the strength of His descent for the Judgment of Doom.
I arise today through the strength of the love of Cherubim in obedience of Angels,
in the service of the Archangels,
in hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
in prayers of Patriarchs, in predictions of Prophets,
in preachings of Apostles,
in faiths of Confessors,
in innocence of Holy Virgins,
in deeds of righteous men.
I arise today, through the strength of Heaven:
light of Sun, brilliance of Moon, splendour of Fire, speed of Lightning, swiftness of Wind, depth of Sea, stability of Earth, firmness of Rock.
I arise today, through God's strength to pilot me:
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to secure me:against snares of devils, against temptations of vices,against inclinations of nature, against everyone who shall wish me ill, afar and anear, alone and in a crowd.
I summon today all these powers between me (and these evils):
against every cruel and merciless power that may oppose my body and my soul,
against incantations of false prophets,
against black laws of heathenry,
against false laws of heretics,
against craft of idolatry,against spells of women [any witch] and smiths and wizards,
against every knowledge that endangers man's body and soul.
Christ to protect me today against poison, against burning, against drowning, against wounding, so that there may come abundance of reward.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ in breadth, Christ in length, Christ in height, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through belief in the Threeness, through confession of the Oneness of the Creator of creation.
Salvation is of the Lord.
Salvation is of the Lord. Salvation is of Christ.
May Thy Salvation, O Lord, be ever with us
"The Breast-plate of St. Patrick"
I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
through belief in the Threeness,
through confession of the Oneness of the Creator of creation.
I arise today through the strength of Christ with His Baptism,
through the strength of His Crucifixion with His Burial
through the strength of His Resurrection with His Ascension,
through the strength of His descent for the Judgment of Doom.
I arise today through the strength of the love of Cherubim in obedience of Angels,
in the service of the Archangels,
in hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
in prayers of Patriarchs, in predictions of Prophets,
in preachings of Apostles,
in faiths of Confessors,
in innocence of Holy Virgins,
in deeds of righteous men.
I arise today, through the strength of Heaven:
light of Sun, brilliance of Moon, splendour of Fire, speed of Lightning, swiftness of Wind, depth of Sea, stability of Earth, firmness of Rock.
I arise today, through God's strength to pilot me:
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to secure me:against snares of devils, against temptations of vices,against inclinations of nature, against everyone who shall wish me ill, afar and anear, alone and in a crowd.
I summon today all these powers between me (and these evils):
against every cruel and merciless power that may oppose my body and my soul,
against incantations of false prophets,
against black laws of heathenry,
against false laws of heretics,
against craft of idolatry,against spells of women [any witch] and smiths and wizards,
against every knowledge that endangers man's body and soul.
Christ to protect me today against poison, against burning, against drowning, against wounding, so that there may come abundance of reward.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ in breadth, Christ in length, Christ in height, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through belief in the Threeness, through confession of the Oneness of the Creator of creation.
Salvation is of the Lord.
Salvation is of the Lord. Salvation is of Christ.
May Thy Salvation, O Lord, be ever with us
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Time for a breakdown
Hey hey hey, back again in full force (as long as full is half full, or half empty depending on how you look at it.
Last week man.. whew it was crazy, I hopped along for a ride from the reformation to the modern church. We studied Luther, Zwingli, Calvin, Schleiermacher, Barth, and many many more. It was like a greatest hits album of refomation history. It was exausting but on the bright side I got free coffee out of it all week, a fella brought some starbucks brew and we tosted every class with a "cup a joe" (though through parts of it I wish I had a "shot a jack" [oh no, did he just say that, I think he did, what is wrong with him]) Anyway it was a good class. The picture is from my favorite seat in class, the closest one to the door. In the picture you can see the back of Bobby Valentines head, the profile of John Pittman, and "bringin it" up front DR. Mark Powell.
Saturday evening after a week of class I went to my buddy Nick's wedding, it was cool man, he had cheesecake and all the punch came in moonshine bottles. So I have to say to Nick and Jessie, Heath and Rebecca, Mary and Mike... Congrats...
Sunday all my church brotha's and sista's rolled up inta my crib to for a sunday morning praise party (or church whatever you call it), it was a good time, John Pittman just came back from South Africa so he was talking about his trip and showing us slides, it was a good time.
Well not much humor today just keepin it real yo.
Monday, February 27, 2006
You know there is a lot about me ya'll probably don't know.
1. Did you know how funky I really am?
2. Can you believe I only wear a size 8 shoe
3. A stands for awesome and that is me
4. I made Rainbow Bright, I knew her back in her vigialante days when she was Crossbow Bright.
5. If you'll check your awesome radar I show up, where ever you are
6. I don't have six toes
7. Close only counts in horse shoes and handgredades.
8. If you look up awesome in the dictionary you find this picture.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Starbucks,
i like Starbucks, it is a good enviroment for me to study in teh afternoons, mostly because I don't stay well awake in the afternoons trying to study. I usually am so exhausted that if I try to study in the library after lunch I fall asleep. The morning is different, I do well in the library in the morning, but as the day goes on my mind wonders and is harder to keep on tract.
I was reading a book for my world evangelism class, the book is written by a guy called Heibert, who is an anthropologist. It is neat because he uses a lot of anthropological catagories. It was also really neat to be reading about these catagories while sitting in starbucks.
At this point I don't know if Starbucks is a coffee shop in the same sense as to what coffee shops were before Starbucks. I think Starbucks is Starbucks and coffee shops are coffee shops. I am also working from a very personal definition of what a coffee shop is. two years ago I loved this place in Midtown called the Republic. I love it no more because it is no more, the shop had pool tables art on teh walls which gave it this really cool atmosphere. Currently there is a place I go to like that in downtown Memphis called Qetzal. The thing is neither are Starbucks and Starbucks is like neither.
There are a few things Starbucks does well:
its not linear, there isn't as much consistancy within itself, the pictures are simple but very inconsistant
It has a small amout of area, people will cram themselves into tiny areas around tiny tables and feel completely at home to discuss very personal subjects, the noise of the people around actually drown out the conversations around them.
Drive throughs, I think these are very important drive throughs are where the rubber meets the road they can move a high volume of product without people having to take up space. People can then stop for coffee without stopping for coffee so they are not relegated to the coffee that has been on the warmer all day at Wendy's they can get their Grande half caff low fat vanilla latte.
Because of the lack of space people who want to hang out get very territorial when they come in, to get a table at Starbucks, one needs a marker. A marker can be a bag, a book, or a coat. Once this is put on the table, the table itself becomes taken. And most decent people will respect that.
I have never seen someone disregard a marker in Starbucks but I think it would be awesome to watch.
Starbucks is also a place where mulit generation white middle class and higher people all feel comfortable. There is no generational gap at Starbucks, from 15-70 people are comfortable sitting at a table no more than two feet away from another table. And most people at Starbucks tend to be respectful with regard to space, they take their allotted space if that is all they have and when more space is avalable will move their things if the space is needed for someone else.
Non-Starbucks coffee shops work with a different philosphy, Acedemics, Hippies, Musicians. Most of them are College age to early 30's. Starbucks generally has about four comfortable chairs, these places will be mostly old couches with sheets over them and other chairs of the coushined type. There are often bands playing and the walls are covered with complicated art work. There is generally more space created with a different feel. The Republic often had art on the walls by local costomers and Qetzel (as you might could tell from the name) sells South American clothing. They also roast all their own coffee on site. There used to be a place in Memphis called the Ugly Mug. That was a neet place because it was owned and operated by a church and all the workers were volunteer, it was considered a haven type ministry so cost was very low. But I also must note, that the Ugly Mug and the Republic are no longer around, they didn't make it.
I think High Point on Poplar and Perkins makes it because it has a drive through and funtions as a cheap Starbucks (not to be confused with the Christian High Point Coffee people).
I don't mind Starbucks though I am by no means a coffee shop purist, whatever serve the local coffee community best, but I would encourage people to look into coffee shops of the non-Starbucks variety, it is a different experience, and it is a different coffee.
I also wonder about this, why is there no Starbucks in North Memphis, Raleigh, Frayser. I have my opinions, what do you think?
i like Starbucks, it is a good enviroment for me to study in teh afternoons, mostly because I don't stay well awake in the afternoons trying to study. I usually am so exhausted that if I try to study in the library after lunch I fall asleep. The morning is different, I do well in the library in the morning, but as the day goes on my mind wonders and is harder to keep on tract.
I was reading a book for my world evangelism class, the book is written by a guy called Heibert, who is an anthropologist. It is neat because he uses a lot of anthropological catagories. It was also really neat to be reading about these catagories while sitting in starbucks.
At this point I don't know if Starbucks is a coffee shop in the same sense as to what coffee shops were before Starbucks. I think Starbucks is Starbucks and coffee shops are coffee shops. I am also working from a very personal definition of what a coffee shop is. two years ago I loved this place in Midtown called the Republic. I love it no more because it is no more, the shop had pool tables art on teh walls which gave it this really cool atmosphere. Currently there is a place I go to like that in downtown Memphis called Qetzal. The thing is neither are Starbucks and Starbucks is like neither.
There are a few things Starbucks does well:
its not linear, there isn't as much consistancy within itself, the pictures are simple but very inconsistant
It has a small amout of area, people will cram themselves into tiny areas around tiny tables and feel completely at home to discuss very personal subjects, the noise of the people around actually drown out the conversations around them.
Drive throughs, I think these are very important drive throughs are where the rubber meets the road they can move a high volume of product without people having to take up space. People can then stop for coffee without stopping for coffee so they are not relegated to the coffee that has been on the warmer all day at Wendy's they can get their Grande half caff low fat vanilla latte.
Because of the lack of space people who want to hang out get very territorial when they come in, to get a table at Starbucks, one needs a marker. A marker can be a bag, a book, or a coat. Once this is put on the table, the table itself becomes taken. And most decent people will respect that.
I have never seen someone disregard a marker in Starbucks but I think it would be awesome to watch.
Starbucks is also a place where mulit generation white middle class and higher people all feel comfortable. There is no generational gap at Starbucks, from 15-70 people are comfortable sitting at a table no more than two feet away from another table. And most people at Starbucks tend to be respectful with regard to space, they take their allotted space if that is all they have and when more space is avalable will move their things if the space is needed for someone else.
Non-Starbucks coffee shops work with a different philosphy, Acedemics, Hippies, Musicians. Most of them are College age to early 30's. Starbucks generally has about four comfortable chairs, these places will be mostly old couches with sheets over them and other chairs of the coushined type. There are often bands playing and the walls are covered with complicated art work. There is generally more space created with a different feel. The Republic often had art on the walls by local costomers and Qetzel (as you might could tell from the name) sells South American clothing. They also roast all their own coffee on site. There used to be a place in Memphis called the Ugly Mug. That was a neet place because it was owned and operated by a church and all the workers were volunteer, it was considered a haven type ministry so cost was very low. But I also must note, that the Ugly Mug and the Republic are no longer around, they didn't make it.
I think High Point on Poplar and Perkins makes it because it has a drive through and funtions as a cheap Starbucks (not to be confused with the Christian High Point Coffee people).
I don't mind Starbucks though I am by no means a coffee shop purist, whatever serve the local coffee community best, but I would encourage people to look into coffee shops of the non-Starbucks variety, it is a different experience, and it is a different coffee.
I also wonder about this, why is there no Starbucks in North Memphis, Raleigh, Frayser. I have my opinions, what do you think?
Monday, February 13, 2006
Did you know there was a "swing dancing" culture in Memphis, if you read my blog you should because I say it enough. Anyway one of my friends is in this Jazz Combo. Last night they were playing at this coffee shop called Qetzel. The band was awesome and it was only the second time that I had been to that coffee shop, the place rocks, it is pretty close to Sun Studio's on Union, the parking is in the back.
The dude I knew in the band and I (Paul) went to IHOP after the show, where he told me that he knew Jimbo Mathus. So I figure, that most of you don't know who Jimbo Mathus is. He is the dude who started the band "squirrel nut zippers." When I got into swing dancing I got ahold of two of their albums, Inevitable, and Perrenial Favorites. The albums were amazing. They don't take the modern route of swing bands like the Cherry Poppin Daddies and the Big Bad Voodoo Daddies, actually one guy I know described them well by saying, "their stuff is good to Charleston too." Though the band is no longer together I think they are worth checking out.
It is funny Paul and I got into this conversation because we were discussing the Robert Johnson and the crossroads. The story is actually a bastardization of two different people. There is a hoodoo story about a guy named Tommy Johnson who went to the crossroads a little before midnight. They told Tommy to take a guitar and a start playing whatever he was working on at the time. At midnight a man in black walks up to him, takes his guitar, tunes it, and shows him how to play it better.
The Robert Johnson version of this story is much more Faustian. Basically, based on many of his songs like the song crossroad:
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
Asked the lord above "Have mercy now
save poor Bob if you please"
Yeeooo, standin at the crossroad
tried to flag a ride
Though realistically the song is about needing a ride is has caused many to wonder.
There is this one though:
I gotta keep movin
I gotta keep movin...
Blues fallin down like hail
Blues fallin down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin me
theres a hellhound on my trail
then he sings...
You sprinkled hot foot powder mmmm
mmm around my door
all around my door
hot foot powder is a hoodoo (not voodoo) thing, it is more than just foot powder, the powder sprikled in a place where someone was going to walk often would cause bad luck.
There are a little more obsious points though
Early this mornin'
when you knocked upon my door
Early this mornin', ooh
when you knocked upon my door
And I said, "Hello, Satan,"
I believe it's time to go."
One webpage says this:
In southern black communities it was a well-known notion that one could go to the crossroads and sell one's soul to the devil. The concept dates back to African Folklore. The diety Esu was believed to be the guardian of the crossroads, and was an intermediate between gods and humans. When Christianity was brought to African Culture, these pagan gods were labeled as being similar to the devil. Hence, the concept that one could find the devil at a crossroad. In celtic tradition, the bodies of the unholy were buried outside of town near crossroads to preserve consecrated ground.
Anyway there are plenty of places you can check out the story of Robert or Tommy Johnson via google.
The dude I knew in the band and I (Paul) went to IHOP after the show, where he told me that he knew Jimbo Mathus. So I figure, that most of you don't know who Jimbo Mathus is. He is the dude who started the band "squirrel nut zippers." When I got into swing dancing I got ahold of two of their albums, Inevitable, and Perrenial Favorites. The albums were amazing. They don't take the modern route of swing bands like the Cherry Poppin Daddies and the Big Bad Voodoo Daddies, actually one guy I know described them well by saying, "their stuff is good to Charleston too." Though the band is no longer together I think they are worth checking out.
It is funny Paul and I got into this conversation because we were discussing the Robert Johnson and the crossroads. The story is actually a bastardization of two different people. There is a hoodoo story about a guy named Tommy Johnson who went to the crossroads a little before midnight. They told Tommy to take a guitar and a start playing whatever he was working on at the time. At midnight a man in black walks up to him, takes his guitar, tunes it, and shows him how to play it better.
The Robert Johnson version of this story is much more Faustian. Basically, based on many of his songs like the song crossroad:
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
Asked the lord above "Have mercy now
save poor Bob if you please"
Yeeooo, standin at the crossroad
tried to flag a ride
Though realistically the song is about needing a ride is has caused many to wonder.
There is this one though:
I gotta keep movin
I gotta keep movin...
Blues fallin down like hail
Blues fallin down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin me
theres a hellhound on my trail
then he sings...
You sprinkled hot foot powder mmmm
mmm around my door
all around my door
hot foot powder is a hoodoo (not voodoo) thing, it is more than just foot powder, the powder sprikled in a place where someone was going to walk often would cause bad luck.
There are a little more obsious points though
Early this mornin'
when you knocked upon my door
Early this mornin', ooh
when you knocked upon my door
And I said, "Hello, Satan,"
I believe it's time to go."
One webpage says this:
In southern black communities it was a well-known notion that one could go to the crossroads and sell one's soul to the devil. The concept dates back to African Folklore. The diety Esu was believed to be the guardian of the crossroads, and was an intermediate between gods and humans. When Christianity was brought to African Culture, these pagan gods were labeled as being similar to the devil. Hence, the concept that one could find the devil at a crossroad. In celtic tradition, the bodies of the unholy were buried outside of town near crossroads to preserve consecrated ground.
Anyway there are plenty of places you can check out the story of Robert or Tommy Johnson via google.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
You are James T. Kirk (Captain)
Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Test Saturday, January 28, 2006Interview with Bobby Garner
I sat down and talked with Bobby Garner in an exclusive interview about his lackadaisical blogging. And why he’s a selfish jerk. This is what he said.
J. Please state your full name for the record B. Robert Gordon Garner J. Please state half your name for the record B. Robgorgar J. Can I call you Bobby? B. Yes J. How about Bob? B. Um… Yes J. Can I call you Bob Turner? B. You could, but in the blogging community it probably isn’t prudent. J. What is your favorite Johnny Cash song? B. Johnny? J. You know the guy in the movie B. Is he a Christian artist because I only listen to Christian artists. We had a CD burning when I was blah blah blah blah* J. Yes I think so, he sang “were you there” B. That song really walks the line between Christian and non Christian values. Is that the Bahamah Me Rap Song guy? J. Yes. B. That one then. J. So let me get to my point, why have you forsaken the blogging world? B. I made a post modern deadline with myself? J. and who is this “myself?” B. I use the term loosely to describe my inner being, the one who feels, the one who tells me to urinate. J. eight what? B. I’m not hungry thanks. Moderns are so rigid with their calendar oriented deadlines. I feel that we need to have deadlines that encourage you to finish. Let me give you an example. I decided I wouldn’t shave until I had a sink installed in my bathroom, so I grew a beard and then installed the sink when it got itchy. So until I decided to stop J. crapping? B. Blogging, the defecation issue is my inspiration to meet my deadline. J. Well, lets change the subject B. Justin you look a little flushed J. well my toilet is hooked up, So, are you and Greg still talking? B. About what? J. Neo-restrooms. B. You mean Neo-restoration? Are we still talking about that that was so before Christmas aren’t we onto pseudo-restoration or post-post restoration? J. Um… I ask the questions here mister B. ok J. Did you ever get that Ipod cross? B. Apparently some mega church decided to blah blah blah blah*… until June. J. You mean June Carter Cash? B. Jimmy Carters wife got remarried? J. No the Bahama mama song guy B. Oh, what’s the question? J. When are you going to blog. B. I just have a lot going on inside, and until some of this stuff passes, I won’t be back on line or something. Every blogangelsist has to take a sabbatical from time to time J. Oh, that’s all I wanted to know, now stop calling me. *When I got too tired to type or thought he was full of crap I just ignored him. Sunday, January 22, 2006Sacrament
Being raised in the churches of Christ I have a weak understanding of sacramental theology. I suppose we have our sacraments, but they are distant kin of the sacraments of the high church. Avery Cardnal Dullas defines a sacrament as “a sign of grace,” then goes on in the next sentence to point out that it is a `full’ sign of grace (Models of Church 58). This flows from the definition given at the council of Trent “a visible form of invisible grace.” The sacrament itself is simply sign but because of the understanding of the sign it has the ability to intensify the thing that is being represented.”
Imagine fried chicken. Fried chicken tastes good, whether I smell the chicken before I get there or not it is going to taste good. However, if I smell the chicken while it is cooking, and I watch the chicken on the griddle my desire for the chicken increases. It is then even the scent of the chicken that gives it the most of its taste during the eating thereof. The chicken itself is good, but it is better when you can smell it. Such is grace, grace is good, but the meaning of grace personally intensifies when there is some icon to focus that from which the grace comes. The sacrament can be that icon. In Missions Class this weekend we were talking about fund raising. Fund raising is never fun, and I hate to do it for any reason. Asking for money from people does not make me feel good about myself, yes I understand that is my swelled pride. In Matthew 10: 9 Jesus is sending out the apostles telling them to take no extra clothes or money and stay with whoever will keep you. When someone keeps you, greet the house and let your peace fall on it. However, if they do not let you stay or support your needs remove your peace from the place. The story is told very similarly in Luke 10. In 3 John 5 Gaius is being told to take into his house as a friend those friends of others that are strangers to him as they will “become co-workers with the truth.” These three passages were pointed out to me together and they struck me to the core and immediately I thought of sacramental theology. The missionary staying in the home is called to bring a blessing to that home from God. The people in the home are called to be hospitable to the stranger as if he is a friend and therefore receives the blessing, though if they ignore it there is a reference to it being worse for them than Sodom and Gomorrah. In older tradition the Eucharist is more than a simple representation of the body and blood of Christ. As an outward symbol it is a sacrament, and intensifies our understanding of faith. The one delivering the Eucharist is providing for the congregation grace (not directly but in some way) as is the one delivering the blessing to the home in which they are imposing. Giving then can be viewed as a sacrament. Of course it has nothing to do with extra jewels in the crown as it does that a blessing from a man who struggles for the gospel has power to it. The missionary comes and blesses the home with words of blessing and with words of encouragement. Discussing how the church is going and what is new happening. When missionaries talk the hearers are blessed. That blessing is only possible in community. The church gets that blessing because of the combined support provided the missionary, and the home owner gets a double blessing because they get to keep the missionary for a night, so not only is their congregation blessed by encountering God’s work but so is the home. Take into account that a lot of these ideas come from Stan Granberg, the only major thing that come from me is the idea to think of this process as a sacrament. I would like to hear some feedback on my idea of giving as sacrament, especially in the context of missions. Wednesday, January 18, 2006 Birtday The title of this post goes back to a time a wonderful friend misspelled Birthday on a cake she made for me. That was a good Birtday memory, just like the one I am about to chronicle. I turned 27 today. I stayed up till 1:10 in the morning last night/early this morning to celebrate my birth time. I was actually born at 2:10 but that was Eastern Time and I am in Central. I can’t say that I don’t want a huge group of people to throw me a surprise party, I have always wanted one, one just for me, never had one just for me. But I suppose I have a few more years. What I did get to do was go out to eat with four people who mean the world to me. Jeremy Garmin, Justin Tedesko, and Paul and Julie McMullen. We went to the Macaroni Grill and I had chicken cannelloni. Paul and Julie got me this card that they thought would be funny. It was a Bat-Mitzvah card. I laughed really hard then explained that the word bat in Hebrew means daughter, and they were looking for a Bar-Mitzvah card. Then we all realized that the nature of the card explained why the envelope was shiny purple. It was a fun night. I really want thousands to scream happy birthday to me, that would be really nice and I would be proud. But the same way I would feel such a sense of loss that couldn’t be filled by the large group of middle to outer circle friends. It was a good day. Last night I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to IHOP or Macaroni Grill. I chose the Grill because I dreamed last night that I was eating Italian on my birthday. It was a good enough reason for me. Friday, January 13, 2006
This is for anyone who thinks I am a heretic.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006 This is my mortar and pestle. I got it from the man to the right in the picture, my Uncle, he was a C of C preacher for a while, he died a few years back and slowly I have been scavenging things of his, some cause they look cool but all because they remind me of him. I graduate with a Masters of Divinity in May. A lot of people say, "wow you have been in school for a long time," and to them I reply, "well spiritual and emotional formation takes places slowly in some of us. Last night I was thinking about packing up and leaving school and got sad. I know school, I don't neccissarily do it well, but I know it. And knowing it and almost nothing else, I am very comfortable with school. There aren't many who live imediatly on campus that have been here longer than I. I have seen a lot of people come and go in the four years of my education, I have had three different roomates, and at least six different apartment mates. I am every day though feeling more though that my time is comming and soon I will leave this place that is a comfort to me, and set foot into something new. When you read tarot you can do a simple read of three cards, representing the past present and future. Currently I would view my present with the death card. The death card resembles change, a moving on, it actually has little to do with physical death. But this New Years I was thinking, I will be doing something completely different for New Years next year, I may not even be in Memphis, but I will be a diffrent person. That gives me both the feelings of sadness and hope. Saturday, January 07, 2006You are not alone
The twelve steps have been adapted to more than alcohol and drugs, to gambling, to eating disorder, over eating, uncontrolled emotion, toxic sexuality, toxic sin. I am a firm believer in the Bible and in the 12 steps. Alcohol Drugs Food or here Gambling Relationships Nicotine Cosufferers You are not alone Monday, January 02, 2006reflections at 3:00
Currently Listening: Queen A Night at the Opera
Date: January 2. 2006 Time: 3:00 AM I can’t sleep, thus has been the case the last few nights… I’m okay with that, I don’t have a lot going on currently. I think I am just in a little rest time… It is a new year and it is three in the morning… Last year at this time I was still cleaning up after this huge New Years party I had thrown with my partner in crime Jeremy Garmen, that party was second in greatness only to my Halloween Murder Mystery Witch Hunt. I enjoyed 2005. I grew a lot in that year and found places I still need to grow. I dropped some vices picked up a few… you know… give and take. I spent this New Years with my friends Paul and Julie. I like those two. We prayed for each other around 11 on the 31st then they were tuckered out so I went home, I prayed from 11:45 to midnight with my rosary. Set my alarm to go off at Midnight, then filled my pipe and smoked amongst the firecrackers of the new year. I remember a few years ago… well more than a few I guess, After a shot of Whisky I counted down the New Years and stood in the middle of the street in West Liberty West Virginia (It is a small country town with a small country college) I stood there waiting. Waiting for the plains to fall, the computers to crash, and WWIII to start. None of those things happened surprisingly. I remember being filled with this feeling of smallness, standing on that road… it was pretty dead there… a small college town I am sure many others had drank much more than my one shot of whisky, and were going no where… it is the kind of place you can hear a car come a mile away. I was in college at that time I guess. It is now the year of our Lord 2006, 2002 years since the birth of our lord and 1, 969 years since he was put to death, as the HGTTG puts its, “for telling people it would be great if they just started being nice to one another.” (if the numbers don’t seem to add up ignore it I am going with the birth of Christ at 4 BC) What is to come in the next year? I have my opinions others have theirs. What do you think? Is this the year the aliens will make contact publicly? Is this the year Christ returns? Is this the year people realize that no one likes it and no one thinks its funny? I just know my stomach feels empty, I think I will have some chocolate milk… mm mm does a body good. Sunday, December 25, 2005
Hello all, it is Christmas has been Christmas and will be Christmas again. There are ghosts some of the past, present, and future that forever will come and go and stay and leave.
Big stuff for me on Christmas: Christmas vs Holiday? well would you prefer Christ's mass or Holy day? pick one and get on with it either way you are getting words with a lot of baggage. Family: I love my family, I am staying with my brother and sister-in-law tonight, My niece was excited to see me which was shocking to me because she sees me maybe twice a year and she is less than two so there weren't very many chances for her to see me, so my brother and sister-in-law have put a picture of she and I on the background of their deskstop so she knows "Jushin" so I am fine being "Jushin" because she recognized me as soon as she saw me. I was so happy. She was sitting with her father in the balcony at church today, and I heard her scream from the balcony (because I was the one who carried her up there) "Jushin". A tear then rolled down my face. I got my mothers car stuck on a downhill slope in snow. I was comming back from midnight mass and forgot that West Virginia (atually in this case Ohio) hills at night in the snow are hard to navigate. Mass was great though, to be able to spend the first hour of Christmas in worship... that is wonderfull. I have many other things to say but this is just my merry Christ's Mass post. Monday, December 12, 2005 For all of you who ever check out my links, because you think I am so wonderfully awesome and you want to know and like the things I know and like (don't deny it, especially you, and yes I am talking to you) I have added a new link to a place called Red Hot Lindy Hop. I know what you are asking, what is the "Lindy Hop?" that is a very good Question. It is a dance that was created in Harlem in the 1920's and 30's. Now the term is used to define an entire family of dance. The basics of the Lindy is that it derived from the Charleston and later a simpler version called the East Coast Six-Step was derrived from it. Regardless of its past, the dance style is wonderfully fun, and since I have been swing dancing I have had to cinch the belt down a good bit tighter, and who would argue with that. For my dedicated readers in Memphis, especially those who are looking for something to do, I recomend you check it out. I know what your saying, "Justin, isn't the Lindy Hop supposed to be a fast and difficult dance?" and that is a good question. My answer to that is yes, but they start off teaching the East Coast and Charleston. For all of you who knew me in Spring Sing years ago you might be saying, "But Justin I couldn't hang with your smooth moves in Spring Sing, how would I do it on the dance floor?" The simple answer to that is, you don't have to. Look, I know you won't be as good as I am, but we all have to start somewhere don't we, and the beginning is a good place to start. For all of you who know me better and can see through my quips and whatnot I want to say that I have been dancing now for over two months, and believe it or not I really enjoy it. So if you are looking for a new hobby to get into, or want to interact with new people, people probably a good bit different than you, in a good way, you know they are good in all the ways you are bad :) c'mon and dance with me... Even if you are saying things like, "I have no internal Rhythm," I would say you won't know till you try it. So to the three of you who read my blog, c'mon I think you'll like it.
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