<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429</id><updated>2011-08-29T13:39:52.083-07:00</updated><category term='A.J. Jacobs'/><category term='Picture'/><category term='Book Recommendations'/><category term='Lawrence Kushner'/><category term='Cornell West'/><category term='Kevin Roose'/><category term='Prophecy'/><category term='Spiritual Practices'/><category term='Caption'/><category term='Peter Rollins'/><category term='Awareness'/><category term='David Sheff'/><category term='Fatherhood'/><category term='The Source'/><category term='Rob Bell'/><category term='Engaging God&apos;s World'/><category term='Community'/><category term='Stephen Colbert'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='video'/><category term='Dallas Willard'/><category term='Hemant Mehta'/><category term='Reading Lists'/><category term='Shalom'/><category term='Social Justice'/><category term='This American Life'/><category term='Resurrection'/><category term='Top 5'/><category term='Shane Hipps'/><category term='Thomas Cahill'/><category term='Wendell Berry'/><category term='Bruce Springsteen'/><category term='Chuck Klosterman'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Holistic Spirituality'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Nick Hornby'/><category term='Michael Chabon'/><category term='Athol Dickson'/><category term='donald miller'/><category term='The Shaping Of Things To Come'/><category term='Dennis Lehane'/><category term='The Irresistible Revolution'/><category term='Jesus Wants to Save Christians'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Questions and Doubts'/><category term='Mishna Wolff'/><category term='Mystery'/><category term='Narrative Theology'/><category term='Henri Nouwen'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Taylor Mali'/><category term='Abraham Joshua Heschel'/><category term='Columbine'/><title type='text'>Everything I Thought I Knew Might Be Wrong...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-7455322079038494885</id><published>2011-08-29T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:39:52.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>I have moved my blog to &lt;a href="http://robcarmack.blogspot.com/"&gt;robcarmack.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-7455322079038494885?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7455322079038494885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=7455322079038494885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7455322079038494885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7455322079038494885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2011/08/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5876337065964530400</id><published>2011-01-27T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T07:04:29.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Justice'/><title type='text'>Child Sex Trafficking at the Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Child Sex Trafficking is a major problem at the Super Bowl. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium; "&gt;According to the Dallas Police Department children exploited through sex trafficking have an average life expectancy is just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seven years &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The average age a child is tricked and trapped in sexual slavery is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;13 years old &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  These children are beaten, brutalized and tortured for the profit and pleasure of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium; "&gt;Please sign this petition, post this link to your wall, and do anything else in your power to raise awareness of this cruel injustice. People can only do these evil things to children when nobody is watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id="change_BottomBar"&gt;&lt;span id="change_Powered"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.change.org/petitions" target="_blank"&gt;Petitions&lt;/a&gt; by Change.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;|&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="change_Start"&gt;Start a &lt;a href="http://www.change.org/petition" target="_blank"&gt;Petition&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://e.change.org/flash_petitions_widget.js?width=300&amp;amp;color=1A3563&amp;amp;petition_id=36821"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5876337065964530400?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5876337065964530400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5876337065964530400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5876337065964530400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5876337065964530400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2011/01/child-sex-trafficking-at-super-bowl.html' title='Child Sex Trafficking at the Super Bowl'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-6913979383277266071</id><published>2010-08-16T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:18:00.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wendell Berry'/><title type='text'>The Baffled Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TGlizeqiszI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jTZxI21show/s1600/contentdf37d0847118b473b0b397918c609b54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TGlizeqiszI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jTZxI21show/s200/contentdf37d0847118b473b0b397918c609b54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506040655981490994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alissa Wilkinson posted this on her blog recently, and I thought it was worth sharing. It's a quote from Wendell Berry. I'm sorry I don't know the original source of the quote, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: the picture above is of Wendell Berry, not Alissa Wilkinson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-6913979383277266071?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6913979383277266071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=6913979383277266071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6913979383277266071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6913979383277266071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/08/baffled-mind.html' title='The Baffled Mind'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TGlizeqiszI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jTZxI21show/s72-c/contentdf37d0847118b473b0b397918c609b54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5809606472304380791</id><published>2010-07-19T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:48:46.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 5'/><title type='text'>Top 5: Christian Albums That Have Aged Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETTLsxggHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hLbmp2mtSgw/s1600/cooltolovejesusman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETTLsxggHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hLbmp2mtSgw/s200/cooltolovejesusman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495749643249680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In high school, I was a big fan of Christian music. I was a faithful attender of my church youth group, and I was always up on the new releases of the big Christian artists. I am probably one of the only people to have seen the Newsboys "&lt;a href="http://www.newsboysdeluxe.com/articles/wrapupdome.html"&gt;Airdome&lt;/a&gt;" tour, not once, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, if you were to name a Christian band that was popular in the late 90's, the odds are excellent that I have seen them live at least once (go ahead, try me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a child of the 90's Christian music movement. However, I have been spending a lot of time sorting through my iTunes library (doing a bit of housekeeping and trimming the fat where it is necessary), and I have found that (no surprise here) not much of that old music has held up. Christian music is not like a fine wine; it does not, as a rule, age well. There was certainly a time in our world that &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/newsboys-breakfast-lyrics.html"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; taunting people in hell by pointing out that they are no longer able to eat breakfast cereal were in high demand, but I think those days may be behind us. In fact, I was once in a conversation with someone who manages a Christian retail store, and they explained to me that most music in their inventory has a fairly short shelf life. It does not take long for a Christian album to go from being a huge hit to becoming fodder for the clearance bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have largely found this to be true in my own aging music collection. I have found a great deal of the music that I once loved has become lame, preachy, and cheesy, none of which are qualities I look for when I shop for new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I will acknowledge that there are some definite exceptions to the rule. Some of the music from this phase of my life, I have found, still has some life left in it. Against the odds set by their outdated peer group, there are those albums and artists that have been able to transcend the flash-in-the-pan nature of Christian pop art and have left us with some pretty good music. And now, without further ado, my top 5 Christian albums that still hold up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETOP9prJiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/54d2gFbGfVU/s1600/6119810ae7a03ab24b9ec110.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETOP9prJiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/54d2gFbGfVU/s200/6119810ae7a03ab24b9ec110.L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495744218941564450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5) "Great Lengths" (Artist: PFR)&lt;br /&gt;PFR was a great group of musicians. While some of the lyrics from certain albums could certainly be described as "preachy," the music itself holds up. This band currently stands as the only Christian group for whom I'm secretly hoping for another reunion album/tour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETO97JbdHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/K0Q_HMcEkcI/s1600/0826872001729lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETO97JbdHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/K0Q_HMcEkcI/s200/0826872001729lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495745008543429746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) "Without Condition" (Artist: Ginny Owens)&lt;br /&gt;There are some truly beautiful songs on this album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETPwMxucPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/76U1yn8fMss/s1600/40_Acres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETPwMxucPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/76U1yn8fMss/s200/40_Acres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495745872269308146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) "40 Acres" (Artist: Caedmon's Call)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some more devoted Caedmon's Call fans than myself would have something to say about my choice of "40 Acres" as their best album, but it really is. This is where we see the range and diversity of Derek Webb, who continues to make good music. Songs like "Somewhere North," "Table for Two," and "Faith My Eyes," are reason enough to keep this one in the playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETQJdQTEVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_e21fryIxmg/s1600/jars-self-titled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETQJdQTEVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_e21fryIxmg/s200/jars-self-titled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495746306189234514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Self-Titled Album by Jars of Clay&lt;br /&gt;This was probably the biggest album used by Christians to convince themselves that our music could be cool, too. The single, "Flood," received a lot of mainstream radio play, and it was a good representation of 90's alt-rock (in fact, if you look closely at the album cover, you'll even see some long hair and a flannel shirt). This album holds up as well as any other that came from this period in music. Gin Blossoms, Toad the Wet Sprocket, and Del Amitri had nothing on Jars of Clay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETRftm2o3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/CT5LFYGw7dU/s1600/kansas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETRftm2o3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/CT5LFYGw7dU/s200/kansas.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495747788047557490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) "Kansas" (Jennifer Knapp)&lt;br /&gt;I still listen to Jennifer Knapp. She actually just released a new album, and it's really good. "Kansas" was her first release, and it holds up quite nicely. She has always been a good songwriter, and one listen to "Kansas" will show this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to make a list of the Top 5 albums I needed to purge from my iTunes, but I probably would have called it the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Liberty_Disco"&gt;Love Liberty Disco&lt;/a&gt; Memorial List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5809606472304380791?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5809606472304380791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5809606472304380791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5809606472304380791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5809606472304380791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-5-christian-albums-that-have-aged.html' title='Top 5: Christian Albums That Have Aged Well'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TETTLsxggHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hLbmp2mtSgw/s72-c/cooltolovejesusman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-1640573068853810091</id><published>2010-06-29T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:13:01.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>"Sunday's Coming"</title><content type='html'>This video has been circulating for a while, but I thought it would be good to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11501569"&gt;"Sunday's Coming" Movie Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northpointmedia"&gt;North Point Media&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-1640573068853810091?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1640573068853810091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=1640573068853810091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1640573068853810091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1640573068853810091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/06/sundays-coming.html' title='&quot;Sunday&apos;s Coming&quot;'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-8856441516310597901</id><published>2010-06-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:37:14.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading Lists'/><title type='text'>Reading List 2010 (or what's left of it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TCIrsjqJdEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xzw2TeqNCbU/s1600/mpj043952700001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TCIrsjqJdEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xzw2TeqNCbU/s200/mpj043952700001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485995340576945218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished all of my course work for graduate school. I haven't quite graduated yet; that won't happen until December. But I am done with commuting, classes, exams, papers, and group projects. To celebrate, I have compiled a list of books that I have been wanting to read for a while and then, after compiling the list, I had to decide which ones would get read sooner than later. That was tough. Inspired by another blog that I read (Alissa Wilkinson), I've decided to make annual reading lists at the beginning of every year. I like to set goals for myself, and I like to read. So, a beginning-of-the-year reading list is a natural fit for me. I realize that it is not January, but as far as I'm concerned the year is just beginning. I don't have to translate anything from Greek or Hebrew, and I'm no longer hip-deep in documents from the early church fathers. So, for me, this is the beginning. And as such, I have my "Back Nine" Reading list for 2010. Here it is. (Audiobooks are excluded from this list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonfiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big Man&lt;/span&gt; - Clarence Clemmons and Don Reo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Intuitive Leadership&lt;/span&gt; - Tim Keel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tribes&lt;/span&gt; - Seth Godin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Save the Cat&lt;/span&gt; - Blake Snyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Artist's Way&lt;/span&gt; - Julie Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Understanding Comics&lt;/span&gt; - Scott McCloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shop Class as Soulcraft&lt;/span&gt; - Matthew Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt; - Michael Sandel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shakespeare Wrote For Money&lt;/span&gt; - Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Killing Yourself to Live&lt;/span&gt; - Chuck Klosterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Assassination Vacation&lt;/span&gt; - Sarah Vowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Secrets in the Dark&lt;/span&gt; - Frederick Buechner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Culture Making&lt;/span&gt; - Andy Crouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sacred Way&lt;/span&gt; - Tony Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invitation to the Journey&lt;/span&gt; - Robert Mulholland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Beautiful Mess&lt;/span&gt; - Rick McKinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Beginning&lt;/span&gt; - Henry Blocher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Understanding Genesis&lt;/span&gt; - Nahum Sarna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Fidelity of Betrayal&lt;/span&gt; - Peter Rollins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places&lt;/span&gt; - Eugene Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After You Believe&lt;/span&gt; - N.T. Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; - Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay&lt;/span&gt; - Michael Chabon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Glittering Images&lt;/span&gt; - Susan Howatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ballistic&lt;/span&gt; - Billy Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Compass of Affection&lt;/span&gt; - Scott Cairns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Primitive Mentor&lt;/span&gt; - Dean Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-8856441516310597901?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8856441516310597901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=8856441516310597901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8856441516310597901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8856441516310597901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/06/reading-list-2010-or-whats-left-of-it.html' title='Reading List 2010 (or what&apos;s left of it)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/TCIrsjqJdEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xzw2TeqNCbU/s72-c/mpj043952700001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-6119680338900702370</id><published>2010-05-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:42:21.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Violence for Jesus?</title><content type='html'>I have no words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com'&gt;The Daily Show With Jon Stewart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-may-11-2010/god-smacked'&gt;God Smacked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/'&gt;www.thedailyshow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:309140' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/'&gt;Daily Show Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/videos/tag/Tea+Party'&gt;Tea Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-6119680338900702370?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6119680338900702370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=6119680338900702370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6119680338900702370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6119680338900702370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/05/violence-for-jesus.html' title='Violence for Jesus?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-2303087965222486970</id><published>2010-04-30T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:02:14.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music: Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S9sj0wKjePI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RW06MVXiDNE/s1600/2119_full1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S9sj0wKjePI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RW06MVXiDNE/s320/2119_full1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466001961933568242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the old Motown style of music. When I am in need of musical revival, I will almost always reach way back into my music collection for a little Stevie Wonder or The Jackson 5 or Sam &amp; Dave or Aretha Franklin or Al Green...etc. So, I was incredibly happy a year or so ago to hear about &lt;a href="http://www.sharonjonesandthedapkings.com/"&gt;Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S9spGU4ooDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PHLJojkXD_M/s1600/Sharon_Jones_and_the_Dap-Kings-I_Learned_The_Hard_Way_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S9spGU4ooDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PHLJojkXD_M/s200/Sharon_Jones_and_the_Dap-Kings-I_Learned_The_Hard_Way_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466007761406435378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a music industry over-saturated with American Idol winners and runners-up and compressed recordings, you might not expect Sharon Jones and company to make a blip on the radar. First of all, she is 53 years old, which is not a common age for a musical star to arise. Before being a recording artist, Jones worked as an armored car driver for a bank as well as a prison guard at Riker's Island. Without getting into the whole story (which you could probably get either from reading back-issues of Paste Magazine or by visiting her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharon_Jones_(singer)"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; page), suffice to say that she has been able to quit her day job and make amazing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her influences, she cites James Brown, Otis Redding, Tina Turner, and Marva Whitney. Her (and the band's) recording style seeks to bring revival to the funk/soul movement of the late 60's and early 70's. In doing so, they have opted against any modern digital recording methods in the studio. So, their albums have not been digitally compressed or altered. Also, no instrument can be played that was not available into the mid-70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already owned Jones' previous album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;100 Days, 100 Nights&lt;/span&gt;, and it was good. However, I think they are just hitting their stride with the newest album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Learned the Hard Way&lt;/span&gt;, which just released a few weeks ago. Currently, my two favorite songs on the album are, "The Game Gets Old" and "She Ain't a Child No More." While these are my personal favorite tracks, the whole album is well worth a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings performing "She Ain't a Child No More" on the Colbert Report last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/308063/april-26-2010/sharon-jones---the-dap-kings---she-ain-t-a-child-no-more'&gt;Sharon Jones &amp; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NHGYEIxJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8S16Fs5d-Zw/s200/television.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459285348167763090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"In my house, we don't watch television," the man says with pride as he scans the room looking for reactions from our classmates. He is a middle-aged pastor who has decided to return to school for his Master's degree. He is obviously quite proud of his anti-television position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't own a TV?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he corrects me. "We own one, but we don't watch it much. There's nothing on television but garbage." He looks at our professor for validation, but the instructor's body language gives him none. Interestingly, the class discussion revolves around cultural relevance and how Christians would be better served to be more culturally aware. I'm not sure why this is the moment this gentleman has decided to reveal his hostility towards in-home entertainment, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other classmates asks, "So, why do you own a TV if you don't use it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he replies, "I like to watch the news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets me thinking. I've heard this accusation quite a bit. The idea that TV is nothing but garbage or a waste of time is something I hear articulated by people who feel superior to those of us who never miss our weekly programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit it. I'm a TV watcher. Some may even call me an addict. A few years ago, I gave up television for Lent, and it was the most difficult fast I have ever attempted. When I was a kid, if my dad wanted to really get my attention he would ground me from watching TV. This was my Achilles Heel. In some ways, it still is. I am a man who loves his stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's return to the original question. Is TV really without value? Is it, as my classmate suggests, "all garbage"? Does it really offer nothing but distraction and opportunity for laziness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would argue that TV is none of these things. Not as an absolute rule, at least. Like music, theater, literature, photography, painting, and filmmaking, television is an artistic medium. It is a venue in which art is presented, critiqued, and accepted or rejected by the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go so far as to say all television is good art. In fact, most of it is probably not. But there is no medium in the world in which bad art does not exist. For every Vincent Van Gogh, there is some hack with a paintbrush who only traces bowls of fruit. For every WIlliam Shakespeare or Tennessee Williams, there is a playwright who is going for the cheap laugh. For every John Lennon, there is a Britney Spears. For every Alfred Hitchcock, there is a Steven Seagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true with television. Obviously, there are some TV shows for which there is no artistic defense. There are those programs that thrive on the exploitation of human weakness and bad behavior. There are shows that are designed to test people to see if they will cheat on their spouses. There are shows that are designed to do nothing but please focus groups and test audiences. There are shows that are exact replicas of a half-dozen other shows that we have seen before. There are shows that, without cliches and predictable plot points, they would not possibly be able to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are TV shows that reveal the artistic potential of television. There are programs that invite us to see the world from multiple points of view, that offer intelligent social commentary on our culture, and that tell compelling and interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share the Top 5 TV Shows I Would Consider "Good Art"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NHTYXYWkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4QJmKKCm5RY/s1600/TheSimpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NHTYXYWkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4QJmKKCm5RY/s200/TheSimpsons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459285571586775618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, I had a professor who claimed that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; was the most intelligent and socially aware show on television. I once heard comedy writer Dana Gould in a radio interview state that if you want to gain respect in the comedy world, you need to go work as a writer on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;. In its 20-plus years on the air, this show has employed more Ivy League graduates than you may think likely. I realize that this is a show that has drawn a great deal of controversy (especially in its earliest seasons) because it was a cartoon that was not for kids. However, if one were to truly watch this show, particularly the first ten seasons (admittedly, I have stopped watching in the past few seasons), you would find a highly informed and intelligent commentary on social trends, subcultures, and pop culture. There have been many books about philosophy and religion as depicted on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;. Contrary to popular belief, this is not a show that revolves around bathroom humor and cheap laughter (although those things are certainly present), but this is a show that sharply reveals perspective and confronts absurdity all through our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NHoNYjthI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hHOxpdHcIXU/s1600/lost-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NHoNYjthI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hHOxpdHcIXU/s200/lost-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459285929416177170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is storytelling at its finest. I know a lot of people who have given up on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, claiming that it is too complicated and confusing. I will admit that it is those things, but is one of the most well thought-out exhibits of narrative I have ever seen. There is intricate symbolism as well as multiple layers that exist in every episode. It is completely original, and it is in no way predictable. I am a movie lover, but I am hard-pressed to think of very many movies that have challenged viewers as much as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NJsv0eMEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/X6RX2c742dA/s1600/west_wing_cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NJsv0eMEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/X6RX2c742dA/s200/west_wing_cast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459288206402793538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Seasons 1-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer for the final few seasons of this show, but the first four years, almost every episode was touched by writer Aaron Sorkin. He has written several other works, and probably his most well-known film was an adaptation of a play he wrote. Perhaps you saw it. It was called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Few Good Men&lt;/span&gt;. Nobody writes smart dialogue like Aaron Sorkin. Under his leadership, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/span&gt; sought to raise questions in the public forum about issues such as capital punishment, terrorism, women in leadership, social justice, education, and foreign aid. Not to mention that the characters were rich with depth and humanity. I have watched my DVDs of the first few seasons of this show several times, and it never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, if you want to see more of Sorkin's writing, check out &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sports Night, Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip,&lt;/span&gt;and the Tom Hanks film, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charlie Wilson's War&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NJ-JkAXxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/iBXELO8VVzI/s1600/6a00d8341dc73753ef00e54f7851d18834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NJ-JkAXxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/iBXELO8VVzI/s200/6a00d8341dc73753ef00e54f7851d18834-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459288505370828562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written elsewhere about David Simon and Ed Burns' masterpiece, but I cannot say enough about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;. Pulling no punches and sparing nobody's feelings, The Wire revealed the hopelessness of life in inner-city Baltimore as well as the deadly grip of drug addiction on those who suffer under the tyranny of poverty. Each season confronts a different social issue, ranging from how inner-city kids are helplessly drawn to gang life to how the public perception of the status quo is manipulated through the press. Not only was The Wire the most thought-provoking show I have ever seen, it was one of the most well-written. Among the staff writers were crime novelists Dennis Lehane, George Pelecanos, and Richard Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NKH3iQVoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3SIjZ6h1bso/s1600/sesame_street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NKH3iQVoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3SIjZ6h1bso/s200/sesame_street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459288672330339970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it educational, it's brilliant. I can't say what it has been like lately, but when I was growing up, nothing was better than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;. I have seen a lot of the programming on television that is designed for children, and it is often written for the lowest common denominator. Many shows depend on nothing more than loud noises and silly facial expressions to entertain children. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt; (in my experience) would not reduce itself to such amateur antics. I have ordered DVDs of the earliest seasons of the show, and I cannot wait to share them with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Honorable mentions: Friday Night Lights, Seinfeld, The Colbert Report, Saturday Night Live, Charlie and Lola, Oz, Arrested Development, Mad Men, The Cosby Show, The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure people can think of shows that I have left out. If so, please feel free to post about it in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post was brought to you by the letter "T".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-7975847950174691392?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7975847950174691392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=7975847950174691392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7975847950174691392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7975847950174691392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/04/television-as-art.html' title='Television As Art?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S8NHGYEIxJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8S16Fs5d-Zw/s72-c/television.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-846055090249915959</id><published>2010-04-05T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:42:48.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Bell'/><title type='text'>Resurrection: Rob Bell</title><content type='html'>When I heard that Rob Bell was going to be shifting from the Nooma format of short films into something else, I wondered what that could possibly be. This just goes to show that this is a man who thinks and creates on another level than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anyone else alive today, Rob Bell gives me hope for the future of the church and the followers of Jesus. This is the kind of thing that makes me excited to see what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjXYlwvS5LY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjXYlwvS5LY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If the video won't fit in the browser, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjXYlwvS5LY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch it at YouTube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-846055090249915959?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/846055090249915959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=846055090249915959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/846055090249915959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/846055090249915959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/04/resurrection-rob-bell.html' title='Resurrection: Rob Bell'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5023911821364436588</id><published>2010-03-30T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:01:25.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative Theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donald miller'/><title type='text'>A Well-Written Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S7JYQEQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4OTSzxng40c/s1600/the_brothers_bloom-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S7JYQEQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4OTSzxng40c/s200/the_brothers_bloom-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454519131742441490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you love it when two pieces of media that you have recently consumed intersect with one another? Several months ago, I read Donald Miller's newest book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Million-Miles-Thousand-Years-Learned/dp/0785213066/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1269978418&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Million Miles in a Thousand Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which unpacks and explores the idea that all of us are living within a grand narrative and that our calling is to live a truly great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Caroline and I watched a movie called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0844286/"&gt;The Brothers Bloom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The film is about two brothers who are lifelong con artists. Toward the beginning of the film, one of the brothers (Bloom, played by Adrian Brody) tells the other brother (Stephen, played by Mark Ruffalo) that he does not want to be a con artist anymore. It's a pretty typical scene in which one one character asserts that he wants out and the other character coaxes him to join him for just "one more job." Despite the fact that I have witnessed scenes like this one in several other films, the writer (Rian Johnson) keeps it interesting with truly good dialogue. At one point, Bloom says something quite profound. He tells his brother that he wants to live an "unwritten life," which is to say he doesn't want to live as a character in one of their cons anymore. The story becomes a journey in which Bloom wrestles with this notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S7JYhXEI0tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l15gOsHFWqk/s1600/a-million-miles-in-a-thousand-years1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S7JYhXEI0tI/AAAAAAAAAU4/l15gOsHFWqk/s200/a-million-miles-in-a-thousand-years1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454519428849390290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently listened to an interview with Rian Johson, and he talked about this piece of dialogue. He pointed out that Bloom desires something that is incorrect. None of us truly live an unwritten life. The true quest of his character was not for his life to be unwritten; it was for his life to be written &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;. This is also the point of Miller's book. We are seeking to live a life that is well-written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we respond so well to stories (movies, TV shows, books, etc.), is because this is how we filter all of our experiences. We live our lives and we retell our memories to ourselves in a narrative form. We don't think of our lives as a series of random events (at least most of us don't), we see them as a series of stories and, ultimately, one large story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a follower of Jesus is not only to see our lives as stories with meaning, but also to see them as part of a greater story--God's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question remains, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who is writing my life?&lt;/span&gt; It will not go unwritten, but it may very be poorly written. What does it mean to live a life that is truly well-written?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5023911821364436588?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5023911821364436588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5023911821364436588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5023911821364436588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5023911821364436588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-written-life.html' title='A Well-Written Life'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S7JYQEQUkBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4OTSzxng40c/s72-c/the_brothers_bloom-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-2913554757488998936</id><published>2010-03-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:52:33.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dennis Lehane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><title type='text'>Reading With Your Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pAoZUBrdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nn4_5OXcHU4/s1600/expensive-headphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pAoZUBrdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nn4_5OXcHU4/s200/expensive-headphones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452241361619234258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past five years, I have been gradually working toward my Master's Degree at Baylor University. The reason it has taken so long is that I live north of Fort Worth, and every time I need to go to class it takes a minimum of two hours to get there and another two hours to get back. In that amount of time, my listening tastes have gradually evolved. At first, I listened exclusively to music. After exhausting all of my music radio stations and iTunes playlists, I switched over to talk radio. This was alright for a while, but I grew tired of hearing the same voices every morning. Then, a year ago, I discovered the very best in non-visual entertainment: Audiobooks. I resisted this trend for a while, because I am a purist when it comes to books. I like to hold a book with all of its papery goodness. However, I have given in, and it has made my commute quite the positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pCvZvRaxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rOkaUSDUUSE/s1600/given_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pCvZvRaxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rOkaUSDUUSE/s200/given_day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452243681015851794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I listened to a great book by Dennis Lehane (he also wrote &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mystic River, Gone Baby Gone, and Shutter Island&lt;/span&gt;). It was called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audible.com/adbl/site/products/ProductDetail.jsp?productID=BK_HARP_001761&amp;BV_UseBVCookie=Yes"&gt;The Given Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it is a novel that takes place during and around the Boston Police Strike of 1919. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten into this type of listening because of a service called &lt;a href="http://www.audible.com"&gt;Audible.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you are at all interested in audiobooks, this is the best service out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pDPGO0kFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/S8AH6M30Pt8/s1600/Book_HighFidelity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pDPGO0kFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/S8AH6M30Pt8/s200/Book_HighFidelity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452244225535283282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another new discovery is that I can use my iPhone as a Kindle! This is another medium that I had resisted until recently because of my staunch traditionalism about books. I like the feeling of paper in my hands as I read. In spite of my Fallwellian fundamentalism toward all things literary, I have been won over to the digital book. I am currently reading Nick Hornby's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/High-Fidelity-Novel-Nick-Hornby/dp/1594481784/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1269449193&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my phone/Kindle, and it's pretty stinking cool (although it does make my eyes hurt a little if I read for too long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose I'm saying all this to say that it has been quite a liberating experience to overcome my preconceived ideas and prejudices toward various mediums of reading. My fears and trepidation were doing nothing but paralyzing me from experiencing all there was to be experienced. I have found that I have never gained anything from being closed-minded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-2913554757488998936?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2913554757488998936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=2913554757488998936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2913554757488998936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2913554757488998936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/reading-with-your-ears.html' title='Reading With Your Ears'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6pAoZUBrdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nn4_5OXcHU4/s72-c/expensive-headphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-7941366920319772114</id><published>2010-03-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:07:44.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donald miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Justice'/><title type='text'>Responding to Glenn Beck, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6OTDVDSZTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Jw8mA6oSEjM/s1600-h/donald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6OTDVDSZTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Jw8mA6oSEjM/s200/donald.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450361659448255794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, he's done it again. Not Glenn Beck. Donald Miller. He's one of my favorite writers, and he always seems to know what to say and when to say it. He had a perfect response to Pat Robertson's comments on Haiti, and now he has aptly responded to Glenn Beck. If this has been a controversy that has interested you at all, you should absolutely go read Miller's latest blog post entitled, &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/"&gt;"Jim Wallis Loves His Enemies."&lt;/a&gt; As always, when everyone else wants to respond with hate and rage, Miller offers thoughtful grace and empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just for fun, here's a video of Stephen Cobert's response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/267673/march-18-2010/glenn-beck-attacks-social-justice---james-martin'&gt;Glenn Beck Attacks Social Justice - James Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;www.colbertnation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:267673' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/267153/march-11-2010/the-colbert-repoll---scott-rasmussen'&gt;Health Care reform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-7941366920319772114?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7941366920319772114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=7941366920319772114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7941366920319772114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7941366920319772114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/responding-to-glenn-beck-part-2.html' title='Responding to Glenn Beck, part 2'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6OTDVDSZTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Jw8mA6oSEjM/s72-c/donald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5501025106934064168</id><published>2010-03-17T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T04:49:09.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Justice'/><title type='text'>Are There Churches That AREN'T Preaching Social Justice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6DBaNK1HxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MFzVtHQoFdY/s1600-h/angelina_and_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6DBaNK1HxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MFzVtHQoFdY/s200/angelina_and_baby.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449568205074145042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, last week Glenn Beck instructed churchgoers who watch his show to leave their churches if they are hearing messages about social justice. Social justice is, of course, what church leaders call the broad scope of discussion in which preachers talk about the importance of caring for the poor, the sick, the orphan, the widow, and the foreigner (I'm not quite sure, but I think I may have read that somewhere before...). So, of course, it has the word "social" in it, so Beck probably thinks we church leaders are secretly advocating a Marxist takeover when we are simply pretending to care about people who are hungry. I wonder if Glenn will close his Twitter account because it is a "social" networking site, just like the kind Hitler used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a topic that has been tirelessly blogged and commented over. I also realize that anyone who knows me or even reads this blog will have no doubt about where I stand on this issue. However, the best response I have read so far has not come from any theologian or church leader. Interestingly enough, it comes from a film critic. The great Roger Ebert wrote on his blog about this, and I thought it was worth sharing. I hope you'll visit the link below and enjoy Ebert's commentary as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of his post? "&lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2010/03/jesus_was_a_nazi_and_sos_your.html#more"&gt;Jesus Was a Nazi. So's Your Preacher&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, if you're in the mood for some good old fashioned, Nazi/Communist/Socialist activity, go visit some of these great organizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ijm.org/"&gt;International Justice Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wateraid.org/"&gt;WaterAid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntfb.org/"&gt;North Texas Food Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;Mission Arlington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savedarfur.org/"&gt;Save Darfur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toms.com"&gt;Toms Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freethechildren.com/"&gt;Free The Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget. If you ever start to feel compassion towards other human beings, seek help immediately. That's your inner socialist demon trying to get control over you. It will probably pass eventually. Just tune in to Glenn's show, and it will all fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6DBiyWFr8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/r16m6xca8RI/s1600-h/not-for-sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6DBiyWFr8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/r16m6xca8RI/s320/not-for-sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449568352492433346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5501025106934064168?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5501025106934064168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5501025106934064168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5501025106934064168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5501025106934064168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-there-churches-that-arent-preaching.html' title='Are There Churches That AREN&apos;T Preaching Social Justice?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S6DBaNK1HxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MFzVtHQoFdY/s72-c/angelina_and_baby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-6053214615039261425</id><published>2010-01-26T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:57:17.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Chabon'/><title type='text'>Fatherhood for Amateurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S18OFQtVNCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uWupRhVSE5M/s1600-h/97815546820581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S18OFQtVNCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uWupRhVSE5M/s200/97815546820581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431075159179342882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently started reading a book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Manhood-Amateurs-Pleasures-Regrets-Husband/dp/0061490180/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1264520742&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Manhood for Amateurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Chabon (who has become one of my favorite writers). This is a book of essays in which Chabon reflects on his experiences in the various capacities in which we exist as men (sons, husbands, fathers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very first essay, he recalls an encounter at the supermarket. He is holding his small child in the checkout line when a random stranger addresses him and says, "You're a good father. I can tell." Chabon reveals that, in that very moment, he was not doing anything spectacular. In point of fact, he was literally doing nothing at all. He was simply holding his child. He points out that nobody would ever approach a mother under these circumstances and say, "I can tell you're a good mom." The standards for being a good mom are much higher than the standards for being a good dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He points out that the good and bad news for fathers is that the bar has been set embarrassingly low. You simply have to avoid physically abusing your child in public, and you very well may be approached by strangers to be commended on your outstanding performance as a paternal figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad truth is that Chabon is completely correct. We have come to expect so little from fathers that a man could literally be doing nothing and still be praised as a good parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my question for you. What do you think makes someone a genuinely good father? I acknowledge that this is a question that has been the subject of countless books, seminars, workshops, sermon series, and movies-of-the-week, and we could never, in a blog post, encapsulate the width and breadth of this topic. However, I want to try. I want to know how people perceive their own fathers and how that has influenced their perspective on good dads. What would a father have to do in order to raise the bar (or at least pick it up off the floor) for the rest of us?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S18Qqf2xWBI/AAAAAAAAATY/TlW3wzBUo58/s1600-h/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S18Qqf2xWBI/AAAAAAAAATY/TlW3wzBUo58/s200/dragon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431077997923883026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another great book that explores this topic is Donald Miller's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Own-Dragon-Reflections-Growing-Without/dp/B002PJ4P1O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1264521330&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;To Own a Dragon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-6053214615039261425?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6053214615039261425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=6053214615039261425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6053214615039261425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6053214615039261425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/fatherhood-for-amateurs.html' title='Fatherhood for Amateurs'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/S18OFQtVNCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uWupRhVSE5M/s72-c/97815546820581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-9066755400360951656</id><published>2010-01-16T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:34:17.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>The Daily Show's Response to Various Responses to Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com'&gt;The Daily Show With Jon Stewart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/thu-january-14-2010/haiti-earthquake-reactions'&gt;Haiti Earthquake Reactions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/'&gt;www.thedailyshow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:261842' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes'&gt;Daily Show&lt;br/&gt; Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.thedailyshow.com/videos/tag/health'&gt;Health Care Crisis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-9066755400360951656?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/9066755400360951656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=9066755400360951656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/9066755400360951656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/9066755400360951656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2010/01/daily-shows-response-to-various.html' title='The Daily Show&apos;s Response to Various Responses to Haiti'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-6928876958683552906</id><published>2009-12-26T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:13:35.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 5'/><title type='text'>Top 5 of 2009</title><content type='html'>My Top 5 Movies of 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZwSNOkebI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DsGbbZBoOFU/s1600-h/inglorious_basterds_empire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZwSNOkebI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DsGbbZBoOFU/s320/inglorious_basterds_empire1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419642659677698482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Inglorious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZxw44MspI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RObh-UE_CTI/s1600-h/hurt_locker_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZxw44MspI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RObh-UE_CTI/s320/hurt_locker_ver3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419644286302728850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. The Hurt Locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZwuOjpADI/AAAAAAAAAQM/oY3r0G60HFE/s1600-h/up-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZwuOjpADI/AAAAAAAAAQM/oY3r0G60HFE/s320/up-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643141070848050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZyCulyPVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4RedAXDy-rs/s1600-h/500DaysPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZyCulyPVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4RedAXDy-rs/s320/500DaysPoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419644592778788178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. (500) Days of Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZxbJ8we2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/I7d7jqQmKX4/s1600-h/up_in_the_air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZxbJ8we2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/I7d7jqQmKX4/s320/up_in_the_air.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643912928131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Up in the Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bottom 4 Movies of 2009 (I only saw 4 movies that I hated this year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZy8qDHQ3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RwhQqPF1gbk/s1600-h/terminator-salvation-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZy8qDHQ3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RwhQqPF1gbk/s200/terminator-salvation-poster-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419645587992036210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Terminator: Salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZzJwtz6YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fsWHmoAKn8Q/s1600-h/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZzJwtz6YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fsWHmoAKn8Q/s200/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419645813120035202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZzaKtySpI/AAAAAAAAARE/bUBYzlGRjYk/s1600-h/1242470298_x-men_origins_wolverine_poster_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZzaKtySpI/AAAAAAAAARE/bUBYzlGRjYk/s200/1242470298_x-men_origins_wolverine_poster_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419646094977157778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZz3UI2q6I/AAAAAAAAARM/dVb-dNUOK4c/s1600-h/5636_main_image_1246543043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZz3UI2q6I/AAAAAAAAARM/dVb-dNUOK4c/s200/5636_main_image_1246543043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419646595722816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 5 Nonfiction Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ3HHxoewI/AAAAAAAAARU/Aw87ArO1lX4/s1600-h/roose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ3HHxoewI/AAAAAAAAARU/Aw87ArO1lX4/s200/roose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419650165816982274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Unlikely Disciple&lt;/span&gt;, by Kevin Roose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ3WejyPkI/AAAAAAAAARc/FpemVtZ7eQo/s1600-h/columbine-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ3WejyPkI/AAAAAAAAARc/FpemVtZ7eQo/s200/columbine-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419650429630955074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Columbine&lt;/span&gt;, by Dave Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ3sOeapqI/AAAAAAAAARk/NYtdbw7DMjc/s1600-h/flickering_pixels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ3sOeapqI/AAAAAAAAARk/NYtdbw7DMjc/s200/flickering_pixels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419650803270592162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flickering Pixels&lt;/span&gt;, by Shane Hipps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ34FY06bI/AAAAAAAAARs/1Dky2jaW2Qs/s1600-h/drops+like+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ34FY06bI/AAAAAAAAARs/1Dky2jaW2Qs/s200/drops+like+stars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419651006989658546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drops Like Stars&lt;/span&gt;, by Rob Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4Eq5lbnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YrrGMZcmdPU/s1600-h/million-miles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4Eq5lbnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YrrGMZcmdPU/s200/million-miles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419651223217598066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Million Miles in a Thousand Years&lt;/span&gt;, by Donald Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Fiction Books I Read in 2009 (not necessarily released in 2009):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4VZH8XUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/C2QxadGLuLo/s1600-h/americangods-hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4VZH8XUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/C2QxadGLuLo/s200/americangods-hard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419651510503759170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American Gods&lt;/span&gt;, by Neil Gaiman (Released in 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4gvPlOYI/AAAAAAAAASE/fO33YVSaf7Y/s1600-h/juliet-naked-hornby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4gvPlOYI/AAAAAAAAASE/fO33YVSaf7Y/s200/juliet-naked-hornby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419651705419938178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Juliet, Naked&lt;/span&gt;, by Nick Hornby (Released in 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4vhAyjhI/AAAAAAAAASM/M1ltzhK_J-4/s1600-h/lamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ4vhAyjhI/AAAAAAAAASM/M1ltzhK_J-4/s200/lamb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419651959297838610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal&lt;/span&gt;, by Christopher Moore (Released in 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ46ifYNHI/AAAAAAAAASU/834Rew-MkhM/s1600-h/life-of-pi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ46ifYNHI/AAAAAAAAASU/834Rew-MkhM/s200/life-of-pi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419652148673131634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/span&gt;, by Yann Martel (Released in 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ5UKohUCI/AAAAAAAAASc/XUKHD0FjyRE/s1600-h/4.wonder-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ5UKohUCI/AAAAAAAAASc/XUKHD0FjyRE/s200/4.wonder-boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419652588945625122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wonder Boys&lt;/span&gt;, by Michael Chabon (Released in 1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 New Albums of 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ6G7vsDLI/AAAAAAAAASk/IAaVBq5KwBA/s1600-h/Monsters-Of-Folk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ6G7vsDLI/AAAAAAAAASk/IAaVBq5KwBA/s200/Monsters-Of-Folk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419653461122485426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monsters of Folk&lt;/span&gt; (by Monsters of Folk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ6dLk_DJI/AAAAAAAAASs/I0yWzXClGvY/s1600-h/1254234124_david_gray__draw_the_line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ6dLk_DJI/AAAAAAAAASs/I0yWzXClGvY/s200/1254234124_david_gray__draw_the_line.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419653843329682578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Draw the Line&lt;/span&gt; (by David Gray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ6y37qRnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vgYq5lH5xsQ/s1600-h/61I%2BOOkxX-L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ6y37qRnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vgYq5lH5xsQ/s200/61I%2BOOkxX-L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419654216013203058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Sucker's Dream&lt;/span&gt; (by The Alternate Routes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ7WWTl_FI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7X6FUSxkFQk/s1600-h/the_hazards_of_love_cover__resized__17518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ7WWTl_FI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7X6FUSxkFQk/s200/the_hazards_of_love_cover__resized__17518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419654825462070354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Hazards of Love&lt;/span&gt; (by The Decemberists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ7wcG8CBI/AAAAAAAAATE/tTfXmSJNqdg/s1600-h/newswoadcover-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZ7wcG8CBI/AAAAAAAAATE/tTfXmSJNqdg/s200/newswoadcover-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419655273696200722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Working On A Dream&lt;/span&gt; (by Bruce Springsteen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honorable mention: "Wilco: The Album" by Wilco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody want to share their top five lists from 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-6928876958683552906?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6928876958683552906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=6928876958683552906' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6928876958683552906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6928876958683552906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-5-of-2009.html' title='Top 5 of 2009'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SzZwSNOkebI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DsGbbZBoOFU/s72-c/inglorious_basterds_empire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5134544788900027612</id><published>2009-12-17T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:59:44.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Colbert'/><title type='text'>Better Know a Stephen</title><content type='html'>Here is a really funny interview between Stephen Colbert and Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; color:#333; background-color:#f5f5f5' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='360' height='353'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style='background-color:#e5e5e5' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com'&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; text-align:right; font-weight:bold;'&gt;Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:2px 1px 0px 5px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#333; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/258583/december-16-2009/better-know-a-stephen---stephen-king'&gt;Better Know a Stephen - Stephen King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:14px; background-color:#353535' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' style='padding:2px 5px 0px 5px; width:360px; overflow:hidden; text-align:right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='color:#96deff; text-decoration:none; font-weight:bold;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/'&gt;www.colbertnation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;embed style='display:block' src='http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:258583' width='360' height='301' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='window' allowFullscreen='true' flashvars='autoPlay=false' allowscriptaccess='always' allownetworking='all' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style='height:18px;' valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:0px;' colspan='2'&gt;&lt;table style='margin:0px; text-align:center' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100%' height='100%'&gt;&lt;tr valign='middle'&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/full-episodes'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.indecisionforever.com'&gt;Political Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding:3px; width:33%;'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' style='font:10px arial; color:#333; text-decoration:none;' href='http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/254015/november-02-2009/sport-report---nyc-marathon---olympic-speedskating'&gt;U.S. Speedskating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5134544788900027612?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5134544788900027612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5134544788900027612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5134544788900027612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5134544788900027612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-know-stephen.html' title='Better Know a Stephen'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-8050465073285234945</id><published>2009-12-10T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:59:18.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Springsteen'/><title type='text'>My Subconscious is Tuned to a Very Specific Radio Station</title><content type='html'>On Monday, I posted this on my Facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had a dream last night that I was invited to dinner at the White House. I was given the opportunity to ask the president one question. So, I asked, "Do you think Bruce Springsteen might show up?" I woke up before he could answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not know is that very same night, Bruce was actually being honored by the President at the Kennedy Center. I had no idea that there was an event at the Kennedy Center or that Springsteen would be among the honorees at any upcoming event. However, given the chance to answer my question, the president obviously would have said, "As a matter of fact, yes. He will be here." How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here is the video of President Obama honoring Bruce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://necn.com/avp32.swf?zur9tCGBds;m8t&amp;gt;D(5AI.^|O0zlyWE7yU&amp;lt;LR.}hn6Z*s7Z1qMh8pn3^e'H&amp;MO]p_49($E5]:l|.X.&amp;gt;~nDa iQcZSl_Y&amp;lt;{ISa[zYwTVknDC)(C A#YNh-?5NFDg)4l]k7 DEh!kB7#s}V&amp;gt;di3LG$-`th`be2K?x,CjV$D.qop1v&amp;gt;qvS}b'&amp;gt;6]z}]KP-;4D X0h_}4(#$n&amp;gt;!7raK&amp;1(]|&amp;,*kTBHCrZjF3|.$M6;_@[rX}T:W-9&amp;o-K#FiJp:~^UH#z/qJTN]1^,]S&amp;UC]Rom7a@ vTRS#3Hff eAei~F=m$:" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I love what he said. It's all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am obviously psychic regarding all things Springsteen-related. This is a gift that I plan to use with wisdom and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me as I embark on a last-chance power drive down Highway 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SyGKO6jbzSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hifcbAYEaVQ/s1600-h/album-Bruce-Springsteen-Born-to-Run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SyGKO6jbzSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hifcbAYEaVQ/s320/album-Bruce-Springsteen-Born-to-Run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413760215916727586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-8050465073285234945?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8050465073285234945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=8050465073285234945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8050465073285234945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8050465073285234945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-subconscious-is-tuned-to-very.html' title='My Subconscious is Tuned to a Very Specific Radio Station'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SyGKO6jbzSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hifcbAYEaVQ/s72-c/album-Bruce-Springsteen-Born-to-Run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-4721365986632999366</id><published>2009-11-18T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:48:26.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Free the Children</title><content type='html'>This seems like a really great organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Suc-oZz93SI/AAAAAAAAANM/vkIHu0_rcio/s320/5891_117441542396_521042396_2856533_7729023_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397351542271368482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One writer/speaker that I really enjoy is Peter Rollins. One of the coolest experiences I had last summer was that I was sitting in a pub in Grand Rapids, Michigan with a bunch of guys from Texas, and Rollins came and joined us for a few minutes. We were in town for a preaching conference, and Rollins was one of the speakers. As it turned out, he was friends with the guy sitting directly to my right. It was an amazing thing to get to simply sit and listen to him talk. He's incredibly dynamic and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on his blog, he talked about putting the finishing touches on his new book. Then, at the end of the post, he wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the mean time don’t forget T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he Orthodox Heretic&lt;/span&gt;, she is very lonely in the Amazon store house and is being picked on by the Mark Driscoll books. Please consider giving her a good home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even funnier if you imagine the words being spoken in Rollins' Irish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read Peter Rollins' blog, click &lt;a href="http://peterrollins.net/blog/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Suc-u13g4KI/AAAAAAAAANU/oghK9VLUx3g/s1600-h/5891_117441522396_521042396_2856530_8171560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Suc-u13g4KI/AAAAAAAAANU/oghK9VLUx3g/s320/5891_117441522396_521042396_2856530_8171560_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397351652881653922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-2943476622440259741?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2943476622440259741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=2943476622440259741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2943476622440259741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2943476622440259741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/peter-rollins-cracks-me-up.html' title='Peter Rollins Cracks Me Up'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Suc-oZz93SI/AAAAAAAAANM/vkIHu0_rcio/s72-c/5891_117441542396_521042396_2856533_7729023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-4711111209876111981</id><published>2009-10-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:03:05.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Kushner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Sheff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dallas Willard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Humanity Sounds Like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX0NyMWHII/AAAAAAAAAMk/WM9e7KquveY/s1600-h/4937_673323771693_9218404_38307542_8319498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX0NyMWHII/AAAAAAAAAMk/WM9e7KquveY/s200/4937_673323771693_9218404_38307542_8319498_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392484646495067266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in June, I was walking out of a hotel in Chicago and spotted a group of guys unloading a van. It was clear that these were musicians. It's about as easy to spot a band as it is to notice when someone has accidentally caught themselves on fire. People in bands tend to have a specific look. If you see five guys hanging out together, and they all appear to be strategically disheveled, you are probably looking at a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my boss, Doug, who walked right up to one of the guys and said, "Hey, what band are you in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's called &lt;a href="http://www.augustanamusic.com/"&gt;Augustana&lt;/a&gt;," the guy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I geeked out a little bit. Not because I'm a big fan of Augustana (although I do like their music), but because I knew that they were touring with Counting Crows, which is my favorite band (even more than Springsteen). I asked if Counting Crows were in town, and he said that they were all playing together that night at the Taste of Chicago festival. So, later that night, I ditched Doug and attended the (free) Counting Crows/Augustana concert in downtown Chicago. While the entire set was amazing, the best parts of the show were when every member of both bands were on stage. During the Crows' set, Augustana reappeared on the stage for seven songs on the setlist. They did some amazing cover songs including Bob Dylan's "You Ain't Going Nowhere" and "Caravan" by Van Morrison. There were no fewer than twelve musicians on the stage, all doing something different than everybody else. And while each person was doing something independent, it all came together to make beautiful music. If one person had started playing the wrong song, everybody would have gotten off. Each part contributed to the whole, and the whole was greater than the sum of its parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to be a part of the human race. Each of us, in a thousand different ways, does something different than everybody else. However, each person's contribution informs the result of the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX3Tosh1JI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZOJWcDRLoZ4/s1600-h/beautiful-boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX3Tosh1JI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZOJWcDRLoZ4/s200/beautiful-boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392488045559796882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished reading a gut-wrenching book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beautiful Boy&lt;/span&gt; by David Sheff. It's a memoir about a father who struggles and journeys through his son's drug addiction. One of the striking details of the book is how many times, when he is confronted with the destructive nature of his choices, the son shouts, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's my life!"&lt;/span&gt; In other words, "My choices are mine alone. They only affect me, so I should be the only person who has an opinion about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the book, it became intensely obvious how false this claim really is. The father, the mother, the stepmother, the stepfather, the younger brother, the younger sister, family friends, and so many other people are deeply wounded and suffer at the hands of the boy's addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a powerful example of how we are all connected. The consequences of my choices are not isolated to me. It's like being in a band. When I stop playing good music, the whole band suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is what it means to be truly human; to understand the connectedness of all other humans. The realization that my choices have profound and endless ripples. Every choice leaves a fingerprint on all those who surround us, whether we realize it or not. We do not live in an isolation chamber. We live in a world filled with people making thousands of choices every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Willard says it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Anyone who says, ‘It’s just between me and God, or ‘What I do is my own business,’ has misunderstood God as well as ‘me.’ Strictly speaking there is nothing ‘just between me and God.’ For all that is between me and God affects who I am; and that, in turn, modifies my relationship to everyone around me."&lt;/span&gt; (from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Renovation of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps being human means making choices and interacting with people in such a way that brings good into the lives of those within my sphere of influence. There is a deep level of naive self-absorption that accompanies the claim, "It's my life." Perhaps at some level, this is true, but my life leaves a mark on hundreds of other lives. So, my life is not just about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jewish Spirituality: A Brief Introduction for Christians&lt;/span&gt;, Jewish mystic Lawrence Kushner says it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We are joined not only to people who have lived long before us, and who will live after we have died, but to people now living and to people we do not know…Nothing is ever detached, alone. We are all parts of one great living organism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is part of the same band. When one person stops playing the music, everybody suffers. It's a train wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when everybody is playing their part, it's a beautiful sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX5P3P8MUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/U3AYJsOH_2Y/s1600-h/NPCA%2BPBS%2BHost%2BFeel%2BFree%2BNational%2BParks%2BCelebration%2BqntyojnR-3fl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX5P3P8MUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/U3AYJsOH_2Y/s320/NPCA%2BPBS%2BHost%2BFeel%2BFree%2BNational%2BParks%2BCelebration%2BqntyojnR-3fl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392490179770200386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the set list from the Counting Crows concert at Taste of Chicago on June 27, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caravan (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;Omaha&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Potter's Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;A Long December&lt;br /&gt;Colorblind&lt;br /&gt;Hanging Tree&lt;br /&gt;Catapult&lt;br /&gt;Washington Square (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;Hard Candy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;Why Should You Come When I Call? (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;Rain King/With a Little Help From My Friends (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;You Ain't Goin' Nowhere (with Augustana)&lt;br /&gt;Holiday in Spain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-4711111209876111981?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4711111209876111981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=4711111209876111981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4711111209876111981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4711111209876111981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/connected.html' title='Humanity Sounds Like...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/StX0NyMWHII/AAAAAAAAAMk/WM9e7KquveY/s72-c/4937_673323771693_9218404_38307542_8319498_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-9049771526040578582</id><published>2009-10-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:33:58.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mishna Wolff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.J. Jacobs'/><title type='text'>Memoir Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Sso-wAfR8yI/AAAAAAAAALs/dJ4Q3fbDhLo/s1600-h/guinea-pig-diaries-my-life-as-an-experiment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Sso-wAfR8yI/AAAAAAAAALs/dJ4Q3fbDhLo/s320/guinea-pig-diaries-my-life-as-an-experiment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389188898588062498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, I've read two books that I feel are worth recommending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guinea-Pig-Diaries-Life-Experiment/dp/1416599061/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1254767967&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Guinea Pig Diaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by A.J. Jacobs. I've talked about Jacobs before. This book is a compilation of several short experiments that he has put himself through over the past few years. I'm amazed at what I've learned about the human mind and relationships as I've read through his experiences. There is one experiment in which he chooses to abandon all multi-tasking for a full month. In another, he relinquishes all decision-making ability to his wife, which she refers to as the best month of their marriage. This is one of the most interesting and entertaining books that I have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Sso_3eC6SoI/AAAAAAAAAME/YS1md1p9izM/s1600-h/2009369131%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Sso_3eC6SoI/AAAAAAAAAME/YS1md1p9izM/s320/2009369131%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190126292847234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second book is a memoir by Mishna Wolff called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Im-Down-Memoir-Mishna-Wolff/dp/0312378556/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1254768381&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;I'm Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's hard to explain what makes this a good book, but it is. In her own description of her upbringing, she describes being one of the only white kids in a mostly predominant African-American neighborhood and living in the home of a white single father who desperately wanted to be black himself. If you're looking for a good memoir, I recommend this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-9049771526040578582?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/9049771526040578582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=9049771526040578582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/9049771526040578582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/9049771526040578582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/10/memoir-fever.html' title='Memoir Fever'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/Sso-wAfR8yI/AAAAAAAAALs/dJ4Q3fbDhLo/s72-c/guinea-pig-diaries-my-life-as-an-experiment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-3674364959899104860</id><published>2009-09-29T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:15:23.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, I was in Michigan for a pastor's conference. At the beginning of the event, the main speaker asked the crowd: "Do we have anyone here from another country?" And after one person yelled, "Canada!" and another, "Ireland!" one guy near the front shouted, "TEXAS!" Everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not originally from Texas, I've been going this whole time thinking the idea of Texas existing as its own country was just a running joke. That is, until I saw the following bumper sticker on my way home from church yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SsIF97Oax_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZgE9NPYBTmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SsIF97Oax_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZgE9NPYBTmQ/s320/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386874665716860914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only bumper sticker on the car. On my car, the only bumper sticker says, "Love Wins." I put it there because it's something that I really believe in and I don't want to just put anything with text on my car. I think this guy feels the same way about his sticker. I took a look at the driver, and he's definitely not the kind of guy who uses irony in his choice of bumper stickers. This guy is seriously ready to declare Texas independent from....well, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know people were making these stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know people were buying these stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I wouldn't buy one. I would. I would buy one right now if the opportunity presented itself. But I would immediately place it in my office somewhere near my Transformers-themed Mr. Potato Head and my Jesus &lt;a href="http://www.celebriducks.com/"&gt;CelebriDuck&lt;/a&gt;. In other words, I would put it somewhere that, when people see it, they would think, "Oh that Rob. He loves silly novelty items that nobody takes very seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was staring at the back of this guy's car (and subsequently missing my turn), I had a little conversation with him in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So....secede?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck Guy: "Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You know, the last time someone wanted to do that, it started this huge war and hundreds of thousands of people died. Not only that, it didn't even work. By the end of the war, the secession had failed. And they had 11 states and a couple of territories. You're talking about just Texas. That would be Texas vs. The Other 49 States. How do you feel about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck Guy: "We can take 'em."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-3674364959899104860?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/3674364959899104860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=3674364959899104860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3674364959899104860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3674364959899104860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/09/texas.html' title='Texas'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SsIF97Oax_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZgE9NPYBTmQ/s72-c/IMG_0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-7970009862486902830</id><published>2009-09-18T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:21:39.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holistic Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Practices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henri Nouwen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Practices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SrO-TZCvwKI/AAAAAAAAALI/_AvRB8cv9pY/s1600-h/9780830833337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SrO-TZCvwKI/AAAAAAAAALI/_AvRB8cv9pY/s200/9780830833337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382855219987071138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been doing a lot of study on the concept of spiritual practices. I think we tend to think of spiritual practices in terms of Bible study, prayer, and fasting. If you were to ask most church-goers to talk about spiritual practices, you probably wouldn't get much more than this. But there is so much more to be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a Sabbath is a spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music or a sermon can be spiritual practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book can be a spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time alone in silence can be a spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating can be a spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing can be a spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sunday night small group is going to spend this semester considering what it means to engage in spiritual practices, so I've wanted to get through as much research as I could. One of the best books that I've found that speaks to this is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Rhythms-Arranging-Spiritual-Transformation/dp/0830833331/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1253293145&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Sacred Rhythms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Ruth Haley Barton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious about something. If you're reading this, what are your thoughts? What are some things that you have learned to engage in a spiritual way that you never would have previously categorized as "spiritual" before? How big does this category of spiritual practices get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT: Just after I posted this, I read this quote from Henri Nouwen: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Precisely because our secular milieu offers us so few spiritual dsciplines, we have to develop our own. We have, indeed, to fashion our own desert where we can withdraw every day, shake off compulsions, and dwell in the gentle healing presence of our Lord. Without such a desert we will lose our own soul while preaching the gospel to others. But with such a spiritual abode, we will become increasingly conformed to him in whose Name we minister."&lt;/span&gt; (this is from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Way of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again, Nouwen brings the thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-7970009862486902830?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7970009862486902830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=7970009862486902830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7970009862486902830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7970009862486902830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiritual-practices.html' title='Spiritual Practices'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SrO-TZCvwKI/AAAAAAAAALI/_AvRB8cv9pY/s72-c/9780830833337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-4655695666751710093</id><published>2009-08-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:39:04.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Roose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.J. Jacobs'/><title type='text'>Experimenting on Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SoG6ev-_o_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WWJETuv97OU/s1600-h/ajjacobs21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SoG6ev-_o_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WWJETuv97OU/s200/ajjacobs21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368777268241867762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have recently gotten into a few books that would all fall under the category of "Self Experimentation" (I don't know if this is really a category, it's just something that I said). I think the true pioneer of this kind of writing (at least recently) is a an Esquire Magazine columnist named &lt;a href="http://www.ajjacobs.com/content/home.asp"&gt;A.J. Jacobs&lt;/a&gt;. A few months ago, I read his first book, which was titled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Know-All-Humble-Become-Smartest/dp/0743250621/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1250015148&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Know-It-All: One Man's Humble Quest To Become the Smartest Person in the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The basic premise is that he sets out to read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica in a year's time. He has written a second book entitled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Year-Living-Biblically-Literally-Possible/dp/0743291484/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"&gt;The Year of Living Biblically&lt;/a&gt;, in which he spends a year (you guessed it) living strictly according to the laws of the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacobs has taken curiosity to the next level. He has found things in our world that he is fascinated by, and then he fully engulfs himself in them. There are two books that I've recently come across that could both fit this same description (and both have Jacobs' endorsement on the front cover). The first is called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Jesus-Year-Rabbis-Wanders/dp/0061245178/ref=ed_oe_h"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Jesus Yea&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/a&gt; about the son of a Jewish rabbi who experiments with Christianity. The second is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Disciple-Semester-Americas-University/dp/044617842X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1250015555&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Unlikely Disciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about a non-Christian college student who spends a semester at Liberty University (former institution of the late Jerry Falwell).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SoG6uZzxa0I/AAAAAAAAALA/IbN5fQ8UoM0/s1600-h/roose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SoG6uZzxa0I/AAAAAAAAALA/IbN5fQ8UoM0/s200/roose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368777537167125314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this trend in writing. People seem to be more and more curious about things that they don't fully understand, and this type of writing allows us to vicariously take our curiosity to the next level. I've begun asking myself, "If I did this kind of thing, what would I do?" My brother-in-law said that he would "go green" for a year. That sounded interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What would you do? If you were going to experiment on yourself with a sub-culture or a lifestyle, where would you start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-4655695666751710093?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4655695666751710093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=4655695666751710093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4655695666751710093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4655695666751710093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/08/experimenting-on-yourself.html' title='Experimenting on Yourself'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SoG6ev-_o_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WWJETuv97OU/s72-c/ajjacobs21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-3176718355172796918</id><published>2009-07-20T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:28:46.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caption'/><title type='text'>Caption</title><content type='html'>I just found this picture while I was browsing a photography website. I don't know why, but it made me laugh. I thought it would be fun to see if anyone wanted to write their own caption for it. So, I am inviting anyone reading this blog to do this. Have at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SmThbegALqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2N5eCL8i9bI/s1600-h/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_804763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SmThbegALqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2N5eCL8i9bI/s320/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_804763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360657318637743778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-3176718355172796918?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/3176718355172796918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=3176718355172796918' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3176718355172796918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3176718355172796918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/07/caption.html' title='Caption'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SmThbegALqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2N5eCL8i9bI/s72-c/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_804763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-6879519925256962740</id><published>2009-07-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:56:39.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SmOVrPtt_9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/DbJtY6x_W78/s1600-h/information.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SmOVrPtt_9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/DbJtY6x_W78/s200/information.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360292551686225874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to keep everyone up to speed, I am now on staff at &lt;a href="http://fotpfamily.com"&gt;Fellowship of the Parks&lt;/a&gt;. I am serving as an Associate Pastor and occasional Teaching Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leading two LifeGroups this fall. If you want information on either of these groups, you can find it at one of the following blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesundaynightgathering.blogspot.com"&gt;The Sunday Night Gathering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetuesdaynightgathering.blogspot.com"&gt;The Tuesday Night Gathering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Caroline is pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-6879519925256962740?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6879519925256962740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=6879519925256962740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6879519925256962740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6879519925256962740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SmOVrPtt_9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/DbJtY6x_W78/s72-c/information.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-4521815422016725624</id><published>2009-07-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:05:20.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shane Hipps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Recommendations'/><title type='text'>Flickering Pixels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SlJm1ZsT69I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-IylRE-5Rdw/s1600-h/flickering_pixels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SlJm1ZsT69I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-IylRE-5Rdw/s200/flickering_pixels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355455974512782290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, I'm in Grand Rapids, Michigan at a conference for preachers. We're about halfway through the event, and I am already overwhelmed by the possibilities of how big and beautiful and creative and artistic a good sermon can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a session with a guy named Shane Hipps, who is the pastor at Trinity Mennonite Church near Phoenix, Arizona. It was phenomenal. It reminded me that I haven't posted a recommendation for his outstanding book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flickering-Pixels-Technology-Shapes-Faith/dp/0310293219/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1246913960&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Flickering Pixels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If you've ever wondered how technology and faith are connected or how the media that you employ affect your worldview, you must read this book. I cannot recommend it highly enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-4521815422016725624?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4521815422016725624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=4521815422016725624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4521815422016725624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4521815422016725624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/07/flickering-pixels.html' title='Flickering Pixels'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SlJm1ZsT69I/AAAAAAAAAKg/-IylRE-5Rdw/s72-c/flickering_pixels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-1220324447583371422</id><published>2009-06-10T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:27:28.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions and Doubts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts On A Thought...</title><content type='html'>I just read this quote from Alan Watts, and I wanted to know what people think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Irrevocable commitment to any religion is not only intellectual suicide; it is positive unfaith because it closes the mind to any new vision of the world. Faith is, above all, openness--an act of trust in the unknown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-1220324447583371422?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1220324447583371422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=1220324447583371422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1220324447583371422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1220324447583371422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-on-thought.html' title='Thoughts On A Thought...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-4179044081500186528</id><published>2009-05-11T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:01:21.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Columbine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Rollins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Recommendations'/><title type='text'>Book Recommendations</title><content type='html'>Over the past month, I have read two incredibly good books. If you're looking for something to add to your summer reading list, I hope you'll consider one (if not both) of these works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SgiPj3Xud5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/66TbI3m_bWQ/s1600-h/how20not20to20speak20mini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SgiPj3Xud5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/66TbI3m_bWQ/s200/how20not20to20speak20mini1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334671604942010258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How (Not) To Speak Of God&lt;/span&gt; (Peter Rollins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollins is a gifted philosopher and theologian. This book challenged several ideas and practices that I had been taking for granted. It can be kind of a dense read, but it will challenge your paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SgiQ3ncZDAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iMDGIz0nlKE/s1600-h/columbine-book-cullen-040609-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SgiQ3ncZDAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iMDGIz0nlKE/s200/columbine-book-cullen-040609-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334673043775622146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt; (Dave Cullen)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but when the Columbine high school massacre happened in April of 1999, it had a tremendous effect on me. Not only were the shooters the same age as I was, but so were most of their victims. I have always been deeply curious about this specific event in our history, and this book explores all of the mysteries, issues, and misconceptions surrounding the tragedy. I cannot recommend this book highly enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-4179044081500186528?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4179044081500186528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=4179044081500186528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4179044081500186528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4179044081500186528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-recommendations.html' title='Book Recommendations'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SgiPj3Xud5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/66TbI3m_bWQ/s72-c/how20not20to20speak20mini1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-8945456045121384189</id><published>2009-04-29T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:34:46.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prophecy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cornell West'/><title type='text'>Prophets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SfjbY465-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cp0obuCmqo0/s1600-h/cornelwest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SfjbY465-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cp0obuCmqo0/s200/cornelwest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330251379635780418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I'm sitting in the backseat of a car, riding around Fort Worth with three other guys. I'm seventeen years old. The other guys are all older than me: one college student, one seminary student, and one guy in his thirties. The older guy has just been introduced to the college student earlier that day. We're all involved in low-grade chit-chat until the older guy looks at the college guy and says, "So, I hear you've got the gift of prophecy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," the other guy says casually. "I heard the same thing about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the seminary student had been playing the role of Prophecy-Gift Cupid and had introduced these two guys based primarily on their special little abilities. I was just in the car because someone said that we might go to Sonic, and I wanted a corn dog. I felt like I had just found myself on a ride with a bunch of spiritual weirdos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I hear you've got the gift of prophecy?"&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself. "Did he really just say that?" In my experience, I had basically come to understand the gift of prophecy as something that didn't show up that much anymore. In my mind, it would have been basically the same thing as if the guy in the front seat had turned around to the guy in the back and said, "So, I hear you burn witches for a living. What's that like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my perspective on the concept of prophecy was the same as a lot of people. I was under the impression that a prophet was someone who could see into the future and predict when catastrophic events would happen. Nostradamus was a prophet. The guy sitting next to me eating onion rings probably wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I think I had it all wrong. That conversation ended up being a really helpful experience for me. The biblical role of the prophet was almost never to talk about specific future events. The prophet was not a fortune-teller. The prophet was someone who spoke truth in such a way as to subvert the status quo. The prophet is someone who seeks to alert his or her listeners that there is something in our world that is broken, and we as a people must seek its remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American philosopher Cornell West writes a great deal about the role of the prophet in culture. As I read through West's description of prophecy, I realized that there are prophets all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, West discusses that a prophet must have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;discernment&lt;/span&gt;." What he means by this is that the prophet must be able to examine the world around us and clearly see who is bearing the greatest social cost among us. A prophet must see who is in pain and understand the source of that pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a prophet must have "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;human connection&lt;/span&gt;," which places a great deal on the virtue of empathy, which West understands as "the capacity to get in contact with the anxieties and frustrations of others" (quoted from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beyond Eurocentrism and Multicultrualism, Vol. 1&lt;/span&gt;). A prophet must not only sense the suffering of others, but must be able to vicariously experience it on some emotional level. The prophet must bleed for others, never losing a sense of deep humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the prophet must "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;track hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;," but be able to do so in a self-critical way. As West says, we have to recognize that "we are often complicit with the very thing we are criticizing." The prophet cannot simply take the high ground and condemn in a condescending way; the prophet must also recognize his or her role in the suffering that is being condemned. This leads to the condemnation existing as a lament rather than simply a harsh judgment between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth and finally, the prophet must possess &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;. One of my favorite quotes from West's writing is this: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To talk about human hope is to engage in an audacious attempt to galvanize and energize, to inspire and invigorate world weary people."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new understanding of prophecy, not only can I affirm the gift of prophecy in those that I know, I am hopeful that prophets will continue to arise from within our own culture. I believe that one of the roles of the preacher is to serve as a prophet. Very often, people expect their pastors to simply preach out of complacency: "Here is something that I know you will agree with. So, please don't fire me." The role of the preacher as prophet is something completely foreign to this impulse. Sometimes, the preacher must dare his people to fire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think through it, I've known plenty of prophets. I would consider several of the authors that I have quoted on this blog to be prophets (two examples would be Rob Bell and Shane Claiborne). I have found that some of the most powerful prophets in our culture would probably not even consider themselves "Christians." Taylor Mali (the poet from the previous post) has quite a prophetic streak. Actually, Cornell West uses Bruce Springsteen as an example of a modern-day prophet (which I love). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone challenges us to consider the implications of our wealth in relation to the rest of the world's poverty, that is the voice of a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone points out that human trafficking is a global crime of unspeakable wickedness and that we must be aware of its implications in our own lives, that is the voice of a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a pastor stands in front of his or her church and declares that this congregation must become a place of healing and restoration for people who are broken and empty, that is the voice of a prophet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on the moments in my life when I have been most challenged, I realize that the voice of encouragement that was pushing me to think or act in a new way was that of a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how different our lives would be if we were tuned in to the voices of the prophets all around us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-8945456045121384189?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8945456045121384189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=8945456045121384189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8945456045121384189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8945456045121384189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/04/prophets.html' title='Prophets?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SfjbY465-0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cp0obuCmqo0/s72-c/cornelwest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-8320697256250040380</id><published>2009-02-12T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:41:23.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Mali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>"What Teachers Make" (WARNING: Explicit Content)</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite poem by my favorite poet. The poet is a guy named Taylor Mali and the poem is entitled "What Teachers Make." Before you watch it, I should warn you that there is some mild language, but the truth of the poem is so potent that I had to post it. I find that a lot of people tend to determine how successful/valuable a person is based on their net worth and never consider the question, "What do I contribute to the world?" This poem is a response (an angry response) to that impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxsOVK4syxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxsOVK4syxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-8320697256250040380?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8320697256250040380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=8320697256250040380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8320697256250040380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8320697256250040380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-teachers-make-warning-explicit.html' title='&quot;What Teachers Make&quot; (WARNING: Explicit Content)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-120155039183182443</id><published>2009-02-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:40:55.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This American Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Kushner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Klosterman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery'/><title type='text'>Curiosity Kills the Closed-Minded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SYzGo_VYfOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ol5TNRFH8Gk/s1600-h/magnifying-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SYzGo_VYfOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ol5TNRFH8Gk/s200/magnifying-glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299829269006417122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To quote John (Cougar?) Mellencamp, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was born in a small town.&lt;/span&gt; There are a lot of great things about growing up in a community with a relatively small population. For instance, as a kid, I very rarely needed a ride to go somewhere; I could just as easily walk to a friend's house as ask my parents to drive me. Also, I have experienced the benefits that are described in the phrase, "It takes a village to raise a child." I realize now that, as I was growing up, I was watched after and cared for by people all around me. What I'm trying to say is this: there are wonderful things about growing up in a semi-rural community, and I would not change a thing about where I was raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I grew older and approached my high school graduation, I felt an ever-increasing ache to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;get out&lt;/span&gt;. It's a pretty common thing for kids in small towns to feel this way, but I've never really been able to articulate what, exactly, I was trying to escape. At least, not until recently, as I read Chuck Klosterman's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fargo Rock City&lt;/span&gt; (which I've mentioned a couple of times in blog form). In the book, Klosterman explores his own experiences in a small rural community in North Dakota. As he explores the various facets of his growing up and his eventual move to New York City as a journalist, he writes something that opened my eyes to my own experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What the culture lacked (and still lacks) is an emphasis on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ideas&lt;/span&gt;--especially ideas that don't serve a practical, tangible purpose. In North Dakota, life is about work. Everything is based on working hard, regardless of what it earns you. If you're spending a lot of time mulling over the state of the universe (or even the state of your own life), you're oviously not working. You probably need to get back to work. And when that work is over, you will either watch network TV or you will get drunk (or both). Even in moments of freedom, you're never dealing with ideas"&lt;/span&gt; (38).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We are products of our enviornment, even if we like to pretend otherwise. So let's say you are the smartest sixteen-year-old in town; let's assume you're creative and introspective and philosophical. You still have a finite number of social tools to work with. You're only going to apply those espoused intellectual qualities to the redneck paradigm that already exists. You may indeed be having 'deep thoughts,' but they're only deep versions of the same ideas that are available to everyone else."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first read this, I felt like I had had some sort of great breakthrough. Speaking as someone who grew up in a small community, I can say, without any reservation, that Klosterman is 100% correct. And, the more that I have discovered about myself, I realize that this was (for the most part) the source of my desire for a quick exodus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insatiably curious. I have a serious problem of wanting to buy every book that I haven't read (this is also the reason that I can't afford new clothes); I subscribe to over 60 different podcasts; I want to see (almost) every movie that comes out; if someone that I know has an interesting experience, I have to hear every detail. I'm currently in graduate school and, while I complain about having to go to class and doing the homework, the truth is that I've grown to actually love the educational process. I love the act of going somewhere that my only responsibility is to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying anything about my own intellectual prowess or aptitude (I'm actually lacking quite a bit in that department); what I am trying to say is this: I love a new idea, and the greatest levels of frustration that I have experienced in my life have been a result of a stifling of this impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SYzHHItZpnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tTIqOHZpzPw/s1600-h/tal_s2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SYzHHItZpnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tTIqOHZpzPw/s200/tal_s2_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299829786919151218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder how many of us have lost our curiosity. I was watching an episode of the televised version of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org"&gt;This American Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (which, if you're not aware, is basically a program that consists of miniature documentaries about various people in the U.S. and around the world). This particular program centered around an Iraqi citizen who had moved to the United States for the purpose of going to school. At some point this man had an idea: he would travel the country and set up a booth that hosted a banner that read, "ASK AN IRAQI." The idea was that people could just walk up to the booth and ask this man what his life in Iraq had been like and to get an Iraqi citizen's perspective on the current war. As I watched I was impressed with people's curiosity and open-mindedness. I was also amazed at how closed-minded some people could be. One man actually spent over thirty minutes lecturing the Iraqi about the conditions in Iraq and how great the American presence was for his country. He asked no questions and sought no common understanding; he only wanted to speak his mind and move on. He had no curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be very problematic when it comes to our ideas about God. I would argue that fundamentalism is born out of this same impulse; that when we stop being curious and questions are no longer a part of the conversation, then we get very rigid and closed off very quickly. When we stop being interested in new and unfamiliar ideas, we are at risk of becoming out touch with the God who is, by any estimation, greater than our own understanding. I wonder how many religious people we've encountered who, at the very mention of a new idea, might become very uncomfortable, to say the least. I wonder how often I've been this type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Jewish mystic Lawrence Kushner (who has been quoted a few times on this blog) writes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Again and again we trade infinite wonder for a handful of statue; we barter the limitless…for the short-term bird in the hand. And when the deal is done, we have become what we serve: things rather than children of light"&lt;/span&gt; (from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Was In This Place, And I, i Did Not Know It&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have become so uncomfortable with the mysterious that we have actually grown hostile to it. The idea of a new idea actually frightens us. We have made ourselves at home in our small communities of limited ideas and have grown quite leery of anyone who might suggest something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, we forget how small we've allowed God to become in our own eyes. We have allowed fear to conquer our curiosity, and so much of the wonder and beauty and mystery of God has tragically been left unexplored. And when we stop asking questions, we can no longer grow into the people that God has ultimately made us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you reclaim your insatiable curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may you be empowered to explore and be totally confused by the endless beauty and mystery that created the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-120155039183182443?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/120155039183182443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=120155039183182443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/120155039183182443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/120155039183182443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/02/curiosity-kills-small-minded.html' title='Curiosity Kills the Closed-Minded'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SYzGo_VYfOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ol5TNRFH8Gk/s72-c/magnifying-glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-7767001322783895823</id><published>2009-01-13T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:05:17.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Side Blog</title><content type='html'>Just FYI, I've started another blog solely for the purpose of reviewing, recommending and discussing books. It's called &lt;a href="http://robisabibliophile.blogspot.com"&gt;RobisaBibliophile.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-7767001322783895823?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7767001322783895823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=7767001322783895823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7767001322783895823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7767001322783895823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-side-blog.html' title='New Side Blog'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5376980884137726892</id><published>2008-12-31T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:03:30.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 5'/><title type='text'>2008's Top Five Of Everything</title><content type='html'>I love a good list. One of my favorite things about this time of year is that everyone seems to be releasing their list of favorite things from the past twelve months. I know that this may be perceived as a gimmicky way to sell magazines without actually having to do any new research, but I choose to view it in a different way. I think (for the most part) that these list-writers are attempting to share their experiences with their readers. It's a way of saying, "There are some things that I enjoyed this past year, and if you missed any of them, let me point you in the right direction." I'd say that every year I read at least one "Best Music" list and end up buying an album based on the article (It usually involves Paste Magazine. Last year, my list-related discovery was The Arcade Fire's album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Neon Bible&lt;/span&gt;, which I have enjoyed tremendously). And so, I'm going to construct a series of lists of my top 5 favorites from 2008. This is not to be pretentious or to declare that my opinions are synonymous with the gospel truth (although I probably secretly believe this); this is merely my attempt to share my experiences, which, in all reality, is the very nature of any blog. So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOP 5 MOST SIGNIFICANT LIFE EVENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start with the big stuff and move my way down to the less life-changing items. 2008 was a pretty big year for me (quite possibly the biggest). I don't think that I've ever lived through a single year with more significant changes than this one. While this is the case, I suppose all of them can be traced back to a single event (or the anticipation of said event)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVulHUwpbzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1VIpE4C7DOQ/s1600-h/n61800248_30806104_9880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVulHUwpbzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1VIpE4C7DOQ/s320/n61800248_30806104_9880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286000132899827506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Wedding&lt;br /&gt; (August 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I made the biggest (read: best) decision of my life. I married Caroline Laing. Again, there are other items on this list that are a direct connection to this one, but this is the hub of the wheel. The music was great, the weather was cooperative, and the food was excellent (or so I'm told). I cannot say enough about this day to do it justice. I will merely say that I have never been happier than I have been since August 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Engagement (March 15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, these first two items go together like a wink and a smile (as Harry Connick, Jr. is in the habit of saying). I won't go into all the details that went into this moment, but believe me when I say that it took a significant amount of planning and secret-keeping. I am grateful to and impressed by everyone who was able to keep this secret. To read more about the actual engagement story, Caroline wrote about it on her blog back in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Appendectomy (December 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This item deviates a bit from the marriage theme of this list. One may have expected my honeymoon to have appeared in the Number Three spot and this to have shown up later in the list. There is one single and simple reason for this to gain placement over my honeymoon: I have traveled outside the U.S. before, but prior to December 3, I had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never in my life&lt;/span&gt; had surgery and spent the night in the hospital. The whole experience was way more stressful than trying to clear Customs or catch a train from Venice to Florence. However, thanks to the surgical brilliance of Dr. Melvin Elieson (Don't make fun of his name. The man saved my life), the wonderful staff at Baylor Grapevine Hospital, and the best painkillers Insurance will buy, this was far less traumatic than I had expected it to be. Still, it remains at number three because I am one body part lighter than I was a year ago, and I have the scars to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Honeymoon in Italy (August 10-18) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVup0fLHBmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8lHuxGv0XFY/s1600-h/n61800248_30809548_9552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVup0fLHBmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8lHuxGv0XFY/s200/n61800248_30809548_9552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005306835797602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was an amazing trip. Caroline and I spent two days in Venice, another two days in Florence, and finally three days in Rome. We took a gondola ride on the Grand Canal in Venice, stood in the presence of Michaelangelo's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; in Florence, walked through the Coliseum in Rome, and ate pizza virtually every day. Obviously, there were many, many other things that we did to truly experience Italy, but, like all of these items, there is not enough space to truly do justice to the trip. It was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Leaving My Job (August 31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any other year, this would have easily been at the top of an otherwise uninteresting list. The placement of fifth does not take away the significance of this moment. If this were a list of Most Difficult Decisions of 2008, this would have made the top of the list with no competition. I had worked at the same church for over eight years, and I had done well for myself. For quite a while, I had begun to feel that I was approaching the time that I would need to venture out and pursue a vision for a new kind of church that I have been fostering for quite some time. It was an incredibly difficult decision, but in retrospect, it was the only right choice that I could have made in terms of my life and career. What has happened in the months that followed this moment has been truly amazing: we have started a new church and a new journey that will surely be the subject of next year's top 5 list. I'm looking forward to seeing what is in store for the upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, onto the fluff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOP 5 MOVIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVustr3iV3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Vm8wU2EHF10/s1600-h/2693979-1.0.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVustr3iV3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Vm8wU2EHF10/s200/2693979-1.0.jpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286008488519161714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Slumdog Millionaire (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to India, and I will tell you this with no hesitation: there is no dramatic embellishment in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;. I always find it odd when people claim that they actually prefer Reality TV because they want to watch something that's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;, rather than all of that fictional stuff that's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not true&lt;/span&gt; (to be perfectly honest, I've only really heard one person say this, but it did prompt me to think about what he was saying). In truth, a great work of fiction can offer enlightenment on truth better than any contest involving who can eat the most cockroaches or something like that. This is one of those stories. This film is a reminder of how beautiful and significant cinema can truly be. When people look down at frequent movie-goers like myself and claim that it's all trash and there's nothing interesting or good to be seen in a movie theater, I wonder if they've ever had the pleasure of seeing anything this good. I've already seen it twice, and I will be among the first to purchase it on DVD (the soundtrack is also quite good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) The Dark Knight (PG-13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love good comic book adaptation films. I thoroughly enjoyed this year's&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hellboy 2&lt;/span&gt; (it was a good year to be a comic book fan). I have seen every &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;X-Men &lt;/span&gt;movie on opening day. And I absolutely loved &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/span&gt;, to which this film is a sequel. With this understanding, I will say this with no hesitation in my typing: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; is the best comic book adaptation that I have ever seen. I heard Richard Roeper's review on this film, and he made an excellent point when he said that this felt less like a straight-up superhero movie and more like an amazing crime saga (on par with something that might have been directed by the great Michael Mann) that happens to feature a well-known superhero. I couldn't agree more. I've seen it three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Gran Torino (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint Eastwood scares the crap out of me. He plays the angry, bitter old man better than anyone. He also directs amazing movies (two of the films in this list were directed by Eastwood). I don't want to say too much about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/span&gt; other than this: it is much more than it appears to be. At face value (in other words, when you watch the previews), it looks like Eastwood is attempting to channel Charles Bronson and just be a grizzled and hostile old guy with really violent tendencies (or even a retirement-age Dirty Harry). I don't want to take away from this element, because there really is a sense that Clint Eastwood could beat up anyone he pleases (when he growls, "Get off my lawn," it's about as intimidating as when the killer in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Scream&lt;/span&gt; asks Drew Barrymore what her favorite scary movie is), but this is not what makes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/span&gt; a great movie. The beauty lies within the relationship between Eastwood's character and the Hmong family that lives next door. This movie was better than I expected it to be, and I expected to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Changeling (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvLvwDVi_I/AAAAAAAAAII/rxqQxzml7Xs/s1600-h/Changeling_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvLvwDVi_I/AAAAAAAAAII/rxqQxzml7Xs/s200/Changeling_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286042608862596082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other movie in the list directed by Clint Eastwood. I know that this has not appeared on many other "Top" lists from this year, but Changeling left a real impact on me. It is a true story about a woman in 1920's Los Angeles whose son mysteriously disappears. What follows involves issues of mistaken identity, police corruption, and other events that all somehow weave into the same story. The compelling nature of this film lies in the fact that it is true (I spent hours online reading about this case after seeing the movie). Like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want to say much about the actual story. When I saw the film, I knew very little about the story--only what I have already written. With every twist and turn, it helped me to not have known what other events took place within the context of this story, because it enabled me to experience these things alongside the tortured mother who is masterfully played by Angelina Jolie. This story reminded me once again that truth can be just as strange--or even as awful--as fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Kung Fu Panda (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though nobody has offered any sort of criticism in my inclusion of this movie in my list, I feel that I need to get preemptively defensive. I realize that this is in no way a brilliant and artistic film. I suppose it would have seemed more high-brow of me to include Frost/Nixon, Milk, or In Bruges (all excellent films) in this list rather than an animated movie about a Panda who wants nothing more in life than to be a Kung Fu master. In fact, when I first saw a preview for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;, I really thought it was going to be awful. I thought it was about a decade late if it wanted to be in that group of kids movies that somehow centered around martial arts (I think the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/span&gt; inagurated this movement, which was followed by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3 Ninjas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Surf Ninjas&lt;/span&gt;, and a slew of others). But when it began to receive good--no, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;--reviews, I became curious. As I sat in the theater, I was amazed at the visual accomplishments of the animators (there is a scene where a character escapes from an inescapable prison that was incredible to watch on the big screen). And most importantly, I was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;entertained&lt;/span&gt; (sometimes, that's all I want when I go to the movies). I was never bored, and I laughed throughout the entire film. By the end, I found myself secretly hoping that they will eventually make a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOP 5 WORST MOVIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my only "worst of" list. But I sat through some pretty bad movies this year and, in order to validate that experience (and expense), I feel that it is my sacred duty to write about it. I try to avoid movies that I think will be bad, but nobody who goes to the movies as much as I do can possibly avoid them all. I'm going to begin at Number 5 and work my way down to the worst movie that I saw all year. Just for fun, I'm also going to include the &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvlNfg1w-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fW4gyEgslOs/s1600-h/the_happening1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvlNfg1w-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fW4gyEgslOs/s200/the_happening1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286070607609709538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) The Happening&lt;/span&gt; (Rotten Tomatoes rating: 19%)&lt;br /&gt;After I watched this, I chastised myself for not liking it more than I did. I accused myself of not "getting it," which is what true fans of artists are supposed to say when someone has the audacity to dislike their work. I even left the theater believing that, upon deeper thought about the movie, that I would like it more than I did initially. But this did not turn out to be true. In reality, the more I thought about this movie, the more I disliked it. This was a tough decision for me, because I've always kind of been an M. Night Shyamalan apologist. I defended &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lady In The Water&lt;/span&gt; when everyone that I knew said that they hated it. I believe that Shyamalan has the potential to be our generation's Hitchcock, but I don't think it's going to be because of movies like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Vantage Point&lt;/span&gt; (Rotten Tomatoes rating: 36%)&lt;br /&gt;In terms of action movies, Vantage Point committed the unpardonable sin: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it bored the crap out of me.&lt;/span&gt; I found myself constantly looking at my watch and counting in my head how many of the characters' "perspectives" we had seen the movie from so that I would know how much longer this piece of garbage would go on. It tries way too hard to be clever (and fails), the story-line is ridiculous, and the dialogue is laughably bad (my favorite interchange in the movie was when the president has been shot--or has he?--a massive explosion has just sent a mob of people running in panic, and, in the midst of the chaos, Secret Service Agent Dennis Quaid turns to Secret Service Agent Matthew Fox and says (yells), "This wasn't supposed to happen!" Fox: "But it did happen. And it happened on our watch." Quaid: "I can't live with that." He then proceeds to run into the fray like Superman). If you want a good action movie, there are plenty out there. I assure you that this is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Step Brothers&lt;/span&gt; (Rotten Tomatoes rating: 55%)&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what 55% of the critics say, this movie is terrible. I really like Will Ferrell and think that some of his movies are truly hilarious. Step Brothers looked like it might be one of those movies. This is because it had a great trailer. I laughed hysterically when I first saw the preview for Step Brothers, and I really looked forward to seeing the movie. The problem was that I had already seen literally every funny scene when I saw the advertisement. What was left is basically a really long (and generally unfunny) SNL sketch. Let me pitch this screenplay to you: We'll take two grown men who live with their parents and are both somehow (without explanation), socially incapable of relating to anyone else. The parents get married, so the two idiots have to now live together. So, here's where the joke is: one of them will do something to irritate the other, the irritated person will start screaming out a string of profanity that any fifth grader could construct, this will eventually escalate into violence (with the violence, we can substitute any number of objects such as a shovel, drumsticks, or a bicycle. It doesn't matter. Just so long as they're beating each other up with something), eventually one of them will get really hurt and the parents will come in and express their displeasure. They will promise to try to get along. Wait five minutes with useless storyline. Repeat previous cycle. Like it? I think I can get Will Ferrell to star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Made Of Honor&lt;/span&gt; (Rotten Tomatoes rating: 11%)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think that I'm including this movie because it's a romantic comedy, and I'm a guy who can't enjoy one of those. I assure you that this is not the case. I have seen and enjoyed plenty of so-called "chick flicks" (including this year's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Definitely, Maybe&lt;/span&gt;). No, I have including &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Made of Hono&lt;/span&gt;r in this list because it is, without question, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unwatchable&lt;/span&gt;. It has all of the earmarks of a lazy screenwriter: a plutonic relationship between two best friends of the opposite sex, a wise-cracking group of friends with whom the male protagonist regularly plays basketball and discusses his fear of commitment, and, of course, the obligatory wedding-interruption moment where the hero (spoiler alert) declares his love for his female best friend in front of the entire wedding party (I find it funny that Patrick Dempsey now gets to be the guy formulaically bursting into the wedding when it was only a few years ago that he played a character who fell victim to this very same cliche in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/span&gt;). When I see a movie and I think, "If I were thirteen years old and had only seen 1980's romantic comedies, I would write something quite similar to this," it might be a really bad movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 88 Minutes (Rotten Tomatoes rating: 5%) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvm_RQezYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2RreBGch5Aw/s1600-h/88MinutesPoster_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvm_RQezYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2RreBGch5Aw/s200/88MinutesPoster_000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286072562288086402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, I tend to love Al Pacino. Some of my favorite movies of all time were Al Pacino films (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Godfather films, Scarface, Scent of a Woman, Heat&lt;/span&gt;, etc.). That's what makes this movie so sad to me. Pacino has clearly stopped reading the scripts that his agent is sending him (I didn't even see the critically panned &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Righteous Kill&lt;/span&gt;. I just couldn't take the disappointment). This movie is so absurd, you would think that someone made it as a practical joke. It actually feels a lot more like they had a "ridiculously overused movie plot cliches" lottery, and this movie was the big winner. And then, for no rhyme or reason, they threw all of the pages of the script on the floor of the editing room and then invited someone's three year-old child to pick them up and re-sort them. Why did I go see a movie that everyone said to avoid? Because of Al Pacino. Because--before I saw this piece of cinematic garbage--I still believed that Al could make an okay movie into a good movie. I was wrong, and I want my nine dollars back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bear in mind that I didn't see a lot of movies that have made the "Worst of the Year" lists. I did not see movies like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Love Guru, You Don't Mess With the Zohan, The Spirit,&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanomo Bay&lt;/span&gt;. I just believed people when they told me to stay away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOP 5 NEW MUSIC ALBUMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvoDd7T1PI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dDSFy7hHWsU/s1600-h/peo_duritz_0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvoDd7T1PI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dDSFy7hHWsU/s200/peo_duritz_0331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286073733920052466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings (Counting Crows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few bands that I enjoy more than Counting Crows. I doubt there are five lyricists alive who could rival the poetic prowess of Adam Duritz. This album has been a long-anticipated release for fans of the band, who's last studio album (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt;) was released six years ago. This album is not on this list simply because I am a mindless fan who will consume anything that this band will produce (okay, maybe a little bit); I genuinely believe that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings&lt;/span&gt; is a musical triumph by an unbelievably talented band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) And You Were A Crow (The Parlor Mob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parlor Mob is a new band that was one of the featured acts at this year's Lollapalooza festival. I read one music critic say that for those who thought that the sound that made rock 'n' roll so great was endangered, this band will bring new hope. I could not agree more. The Parlor Mob sounds remarkably like a neo-Led Zeppelin in all the right ways. I've had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And You Were A Crow&lt;/span&gt; on my iPod for months now, and it continues to find a place in the regular rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) 'Til We See The Shore (Seabird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another new band who's first full-length album was released in the middle of this year. They've got a really nice British piano pop sound (think Keane). This is an album worth owning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Hello (Tristan Prettyman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvsKDW-aRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7vqzerrKxWU/s1600-h/hellonq5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvsKDW-aRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7vqzerrKxWU/s200/hellonq5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286078245093927186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This placement is a bit of a sentimental choice. I am a huge fan of Tristan Prettyman. I loved her first album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Twenty Three&lt;/span&gt;, and one of the best live music experiences of my life was when I saw play her in a small club in the spring of 2006. This album continues her work of high quality songwriting, singing, and guitar playing. I can listen to this CD effortlessly from beginning to end, and that is truly the mark of a very good album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) This Is The Life (Amy MacDonald)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Tristan Prettyman, Amy MacDonald is a great vocalist who can also write a good song and play the guitar. This album is slightly reminiscent of K.T. Tunstall (particularly her first album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eye To The Telescope&lt;/span&gt;). She can write a catchy tune that you'll be humming for the rest of the day. I hope she is able to produce more work that is this consistent and rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also worth mentioning: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seeing Things&lt;/span&gt; (Jacob Dylan), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mudcrutch&lt;/span&gt; (Mudcrutch), E&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;verything That Happens Will Happen Today&lt;/span&gt; (David Byrne &amp; Brian Eno), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gossip in the Grain&lt;/span&gt; (Ray Lamontagne), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perfect Symmetry&lt;/span&gt; (Keane), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Accelerate&lt;/span&gt; (REM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOP 5 BEST BOOKS THAT I READ IN 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only list that is not exclusively devoted to things that originated in the year 2008. I believe that books are different in the sense that they are timeless. A great book can grab us from whenever it was written and it very rarely loses its power as it ages. In fact, I very rarely read a book in the same year that it was written. Thus, these are not (at least not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exclusively&lt;/span&gt;) books that were written in 2008, but rather books that I personally read in 2008. Thus, this a list that could only truly apply to me. I read over 50 books this year (I counted), and these were my five favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Jesus Wants to Save Christians (Rob Bell &amp; Don Golden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one was released in 2008. I've already talked about this book in an earlier post, so I'll spare you the rehash. I'll only say this: If you haven't read this book yet, you should. What it has to say matters a great deal and will challenge anyone who reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) The Source (James Michener)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I've already written extensively about this book, so I'll spare you. But it was great, and it deserves a spot on the list (plus, I devoted enough time to it for it to earn &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; spots).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvwk9QWbKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vP3EJTIeE6Q/s1600-h/51pp--i8BCL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvwk9QWbKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vP3EJTIeE6Q/s200/51pp--i8BCL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286083105358507170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Fargo Rock City (Chuck Klosterman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just finished this book today. I wanted to legitimately be able to include it in this list. In fact, I knew within the first twenty pages that it would make the list. I love Klosterman's writing, and this actually his first book. It is one part autobiography, and one part &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heavy metal apologetics&lt;/span&gt;. Klosterman's primary claim is that, while heavy metal is generally considered to be a mindless and juvenile musical genre that offers nothing to the artistic landscape, it actually matters a great deal, at the very least because it matters &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to him&lt;/span&gt;. As a music lover, I enjoyed this book very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Surprised By Hope (N.T. Wright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by far&lt;/span&gt;, the most theologically heavy book on this list. One of the theological questions that I have always wrestled with has to do with the concepts of heaven, hell, and death in general. Wright delves deeply in these questions. I not only enjoyed this book, I'm grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Watchmen (Alan Moore &amp; Dave Gibbons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is generally considered to be the be greatest graphic novel of all time. I can see why. The story is interesting, and it actually has something to say. Watchmen challenged me in ways for which I was not prepared. This was a good read, and I hope that the upcoming movie adaptation can do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOP 5 TV SHOWS OF 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) The Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when the writer's strike was getting unbearable, HBO began airing the final season of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, this is a show that actually has something to say. We are shown, in a panoramic way, how all of the pieces of any given system can influence all of the others. We see how a decision made in City Hall can have repercussions for an inner city kid in foster care. This was not just a cop show; it was social commentary of the highest caliber. I can't wait to see what the writers (Ed Burns and David Simon) will do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvywmKcx_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/h9YwkX3zNfs/s1600-h/the_shield_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVvywmKcx_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/h9YwkX3zNfs/s200/the_shield_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286085504341428210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) The Shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another show that ended its run this year, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shield&lt;/span&gt; was perhaps the most consistently intense dramatic television program to ever be aired (and this is being written by someone who has watched every season of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;). Just a few weeks ago, we were finally given closure on the story of Vic Mackey and his corrupt crime fighting ways. And it was deeply satisfying (or at least I thought so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the most underrated show on television. It has been threatened with cancelation ever since the beginning of its first season, and somehow it continues to prevail. It is filmed near Austin, and clearly has a deep understanding of the culture that it is meant to represent (that is, rural communities and football in Texas). I wish more people watched this show simply because I want people to experience the highest level of quality from their television watching experience. If you have not been watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt; (and I suspect that you haven't), then you have been missing one of the best kept secrets on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what anybody has to say, I love Lost&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is one of the only shows that, once I know that it has been recorded to my DVR, I need to watch it like a junkie needs a fix. I can't wait until the new season starts in just a few weeks. You may have given up on this show, but I remain unapologetically devoted to this show. I just think it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another show that is loved by critics, but lacks the viewership of a clear "hit," HIMYM is one of the most consistently funny shows on television. As a rule, I don't typically enjoy sitcoms that still use the laugh track technique. Before I started watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;, I felt like Seinfeld was the last great show to employ this device. But I take it back: this uses the laugh track, and it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is. My Top 5 of 2008. It's pretty comprehensive, and maybe you didn't read it all (I wouldn't blame you). Feel free to leave any of your own top 5 lists in the comments section. I'd love to hear what everyone else liked/disliked this year. Also, if you can think of a list category that I did not include, post it. I'm always curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5376980884137726892?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5376980884137726892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5376980884137726892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5376980884137726892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5376980884137726892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008s-top-five-of-everything.html' title='2008&apos;s Top Five Of Everything'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SVulHUwpbzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1VIpE4C7DOQ/s72-c/n61800248_30806104_9880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-620055546328686290</id><published>2008-12-17T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:37:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SUlxI2ktA2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/-2DyUbi7ZZs/s1600-h/Sneakers-Guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SUlxI2ktA2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/-2DyUbi7ZZs/s320/Sneakers-Guys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280876434970968930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I'm supposed to list six interesting things about myself. This post contains absolutely no theological value whatsoever, but I am a big believer in online etiquette, which means that if someone tags you, you must comply with the tagging. So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I own the jacket worn by Robert Redford in the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sneakers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) I once met Robert Wagner in the Denver airport. (two of my facts include celebrities named Robert)&lt;br /&gt;3) Not only did I collect comic books as a kid, I continue to read them to this day. I love comic books.&lt;br /&gt;4) In my senior year, I was named "Class Clown" in my high school yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have seen Hootie and the Blowfish in concert not once, but TWICE. (and it was awesome both times)&lt;br /&gt;6) I never officially declared my own major in college. After meeting with my advisor (a Religious Studies professor) at Freshmen Orientation, she presumptuously registered me as a Religious Studies major. I simply never changed it. If anyone has ever felt that their major "chose them," I am the person to whom that actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture at the top of the post contains the great Sidney Poitier sitting beside Robert Redford, who is wearing the jacket that I now own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-620055546328686290?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/620055546328686290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=620055546328686290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/620055546328686290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/620055546328686290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SUlxI2ktA2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/-2DyUbi7ZZs/s72-c/Sneakers-Guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-3368344522683319381</id><published>2008-12-08T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:39:38.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holistic Spirituality'/><title type='text'>Who Needs a Chaplain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/ST3H6hhCdJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/moqxbX_8uvA/s1600-h/First_Aid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/ST3H6hhCdJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/moqxbX_8uvA/s200/First_Aid.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277594146591372434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in the hospital last week for the first time in my life. Of course, I mean that it was my first time to be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital; I've visited the hospital on many occasions. In fact, the timing of my medical emergency was a bit odd, because for the past semester I have been serving as a student chaplain at Hillcrest Hospital in Waco. This is one of the requirements of my degree at Truett Seminary. It's not very demanding. I am merely expected to roam the halls of the trauma ward for one hour every Thursday afternoon, walking into various patients rooms and striking up conversations that may or may not become spiritual in nature. As a part of this, I have been required to keep a journal. I turned in the journal via email immediately before I admitted myself to the hospital last week. For this post, I wanted to share one of my hospital journal entries with you. This is from Thursday, October 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had a realization after last week’s visits. I realized that I hate walking into a person’s hospital room with no discernable task to perform. Everyone else around here has a real job to do and a real, tangible service to offer the patients. When a nurse walks into a room, they administer any number of services to the patient. When a doctor enters a room, they come bearing information and a plan of action. When I walk into a room, I offer…. &lt;br /&gt; See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that I believe the chaplain’s position to be without value. On the contrary, I think that, in certain contexts, that this is perhaps one of the most significant services offered within the walls of the hospital. But when I’m roaming the halls with the list of patients in my hands, I only feel that I am trying to choose my next visit, not based on who is most in need, but who will I bother the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; by walking into their room? I keep trying to put myself in the place of the patient, and I think I would have little use for a hospital chaplain. Especially if I were being treated for something that was non-fatal (which almost all of my patients are). If I were being treated for appendicitis, I don’t think I would feel a deep need for a perfect stranger to walk into my room, make small talk, pray, and leave. I could probably do without that.&lt;br /&gt; In spite of these insecurities—yes, that’s what I’m calling them—I tried today to push beyond my own personal hang-ups and truly serve the patients. So, today I decided to begin each visit, not with an unprompted series of questions meant to probe into the spiritual life of an already-vulnerable person, but by simply asking the patient if there was anything that I could do for them. I wanted them to see me as someone who is there for them and not mere as a religious swill merchant roaming the halls looking for my next wounded convert.&lt;br /&gt; And so, I put my plan to action. I knocked on the door of my first patient, a woman in her late fifties, and after introducing myself, I asked, “Is there anything that I can get for you?” She said thanks but no. The nurse had just been in the room. But after this, she seemed more willing to talk than some other patients that I had visited. I realized that this could simply have been a fluke. Perhaps she would have wanted to talk anyway. I decided to try it again on my next visit.&lt;br /&gt; This time I walked into the room of a middle-aged Hispanic man who had been injured at work. He also declined my offer to bring him anything, but almost immediately began to tell me all about his wife and his kids and how lucky he felt to be alive. This was, by far, the most successful day I had experienced so far. I decided that this offer to serve before digging for conversation was the best approach. This would be my signature move.&lt;br /&gt; I had time for one more visit before my debrief session, so, with more confidence than I had experienced yet, I walked into another room, introduced myself, and asked the woman in the bed if I could get her anything. &lt;br /&gt;I was not expecting her answer. Without missing a beat, she raised her head, looked at me and said, “I’ll have a Diet Dr. Pepper and a cup of ice.” She then laid back down and returned her attention to the television as if to say, “Our business is through until you have returned with the items that I have asked for.” I now realized the problem with my method: I had to actually get stuff for people who wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;I left the room aware of my mission. Of course, I realized that she may not be allowed to have a Diet Dr. Pepper, so I had to find a nurse and interrupt her from doing actual work and ask if she could find out if my patient was allowed to have a diet soda. The whole process took about five minutes, but eventually my new friend was cleared for her beverage of choice, and I happily delivered the soda. For the next fifteen minutes, she talked to me about how frustrated she was about having to be in the hospital and how she just wanted to get out of here. After our visit and prayer, as I was leaving the room, she called out, “Thanks again for the Diet Dr. Pepper!” I called back, “Any time!”&lt;br /&gt;So this whole experiment has left me wondering, what exactly do we do here? (I feel like I’m sitting across a table from the Bobs from Office Space trying to explain why the my role at the hospital is important). I don’t have a good answer yet, but I’m getting there. I’m seeing how significant it can be for a person to simply be invited to talk to someone who isn’t wearing scrubs or a white coat. I realize that, while many of the patients that we see have families and friends who visit constantly and send flowers, some of our patients have no one. The woman who wanted the diet soda is unmarried and has no family anywhere near here. She has been in the hospital for over a week and has had no contact with anyone who wasn’t a nurse or a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just need to talk, you know? I may spend forty-five minutes bothering people who would rather be watching television, but if I can spend the last fifteen with someone who just needs to get some stuff off of her chest, I’d say that it’s been a pretty good day in the chaplain’s office.&lt;/span&gt; (end of entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Pretty strange, huh? Of course, i had no idea that two months after writing this I would indeed be diagnosed with and treated for appendicitis. And I stand by my statement: I had no desire to see a hospital-appointed chaplain. However, I had something that many people do not. Namely, I had people who were there for me. My wife never left my side, my brother drove in from Waco, and many various family members and in-laws stopped by. My uncle Sam prayed for me right before they administered the anesthesia, which was when I was at my most freaked-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I didn't feel like I needed a chaplain, because there were already people in my life that were filling that need. What I have learned from my time roaming the halls in Waco, though, is that there are many, many people who have no one. No one to give them comfort. No one to give them hope. No one to be a calming presence in the midst of what may be the greatest of tragedies. What if our role as people who follow Jesus is to be aware of this emptiness around us? I don't mean that we are all meant to start volunteering at the local hospital (not that I would ever discourage such a thing). I mean that there are people that we encounter all the time that may have no one. Our coworkers, acquaintances, and fellow churchgoers may, upon closer examination, be in great need for someone to simply ask how they are doing. I wonder how many people are desperate for a kind encounter. I wonder how many people just need to be asked--in a real and genuine way--if there is anything that we can do for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-3368344522683319381?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/3368344522683319381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=3368344522683319381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3368344522683319381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3368344522683319381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/12/holistic-spirituality.html' title='Who Needs a Chaplain?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/ST3H6hhCdJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/moqxbX_8uvA/s72-c/First_Aid.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-2084144498741217333</id><published>2008-11-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:42:11.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 5'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRYxx8JnxEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hEFDgKykxmw/s1600-h/high_fidelity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRYxx8JnxEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hEFDgKykxmw/s200/high_fidelity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266451548286207042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon, which always puts me in the mood to make Top 5 lists. Since I just posted an entry about this ridiculously long book that I just finished, why don't we do this: What are your Top 5 books of all time. Don't think too much about categories. Just answer the question at its most basic level. What are the five books that you have enjoyed the most? Understanding that mine is a list that is in a constant state of change, here are the five books that I would list today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Catcher In The Rye (J.D. Salinger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Blue Like Jazz (Donald Miller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A Man In Full (Tom Wolfe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs (Chuck Klosterman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Velvet Elvis (Rob Bell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could go on for days about books that I have enjoyed and would recommend that are not on this list (as previous entries of this blog would prove), but in the spirit of the post, we'll keep at five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's hear it. What are your top 5 favorite books?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-2084144498741217333?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2084144498741217333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=2084144498741217333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2084144498741217333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2084144498741217333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-5-books.html' title='Top 5 Books'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRYxx8JnxEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hEFDgKykxmw/s72-c/high_fidelity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-8396416311359731522</id><published>2008-11-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:58:22.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Source'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Recommendations'/><title type='text'>The Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRUOeJV8UlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vtwihQEgFXg/s1600-h/516P53KDM8L._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRUOeJV8UlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vtwihQEgFXg/s200/516P53KDM8L._SL500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266131250346480210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been meaning to post about this. I didn't really start this blog to be a series of book reports. Really, I just wanted this to be a place where I could vent some thoughts and wrestle with some ideas that had yet to be fully formed. However, I did feel compelled to recommend this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over a year now, I have been working through a long list of books that I believe will inform and help guide me through many of my questions and help me to have a deeper and more substantive understanding of my own worldview. While most of these books would be categorized as theology or philosophy (e.g., N.T. Wright's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Last Word&lt;/span&gt;, Lawrence Kushner's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Was In This Place And I, i Did Not Know It&lt;/span&gt;, Rodney Clapp's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Peculiar People&lt;/span&gt;, etc.), there are a handful of items on this list that are novels. James Michener's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Source&lt;/span&gt; is one of these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Source&lt;/span&gt; is, quite simply, a literary masterpiece. While one might typically expect a novel to be a single story existing in a relatively limited span of time, MIchener's writing style is quite different. The main character in this book is neither a single individual nor a group of people. Rather, it is a geographical area; specifically, a fictional region of Israel called Makor (this is consistent with Michener's typical style of storytelling). While the anchor story of the book takes place at an archaeological dig in the year 1964, the book itself spans from the pre-monotheistic era out of which the concept of a Divine Force first emerged all the way until the reinstitution of the nation of Israel in 1948. What exists in between is a series of riveting and historically aware short stories, each of which reflecting with deep accuracy and scholarship the spirit of the age in this most hostile of territories. (think: a fictionalized version of Rob Bell's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Arent-Angry-Rob-Bell/dp/0310290740"&gt;The Gods Aren't Angry&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRXR_FeymjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M7uQRv054eg/s1600-h/9780310290742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRXR_FeymjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M7uQRv054eg/s200/9780310290742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266346221012949554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;If you are looking for an amazing book to read, this is it. The only caution that I would give you is this: It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. When he was alive, he was often jokingly described as an author who wrote by the pound. This book is 909 pages long, and it does not go quickly. However, it is a deeply satisfying literary journey that is well worth the time that it requires to fully engage the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that this book appears on my long list is that, in a narrative fashion, the reader is given a thorough understanding of the history and the worldview of the Jewish people. This is the worldview out of which Jesus would have come. I feel that I have never understood the Hebrew Scriptures like I do now that I have read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough of the book reports for one day. Thanks for reading my entry. If you decide to read the book, I hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-8396416311359731522?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/8396416311359731522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=8396416311359731522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8396416311359731522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/8396416311359731522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/11/source.html' title='The Source'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SRUOeJV8UlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vtwihQEgFXg/s72-c/516P53KDM8L._SL500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-962786159822443192</id><published>2008-09-24T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:57:46.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Wants to Save Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Recommendations'/><title type='text'>A Great Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNqn1hMdm3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zm-qV5CBcc0/s1600-h/jwtsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNqn1hMdm3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zm-qV5CBcc0/s200/jwtsc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249692853539281778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished Rob Bell's new book (co-authored with his former co-pastor, Don Golden). It's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesus Wants to Save Christians&lt;/span&gt; (which may be my all-time favorite title for a book). I don't really have any significant insights or theological reflections for this post. I simply wanted you to know that this fantastic book is available to the general public and that you should read it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-962786159822443192?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/962786159822443192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=962786159822443192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/962786159822443192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/962786159822443192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-book.html' title='A Great Book'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNqn1hMdm3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Zm-qV5CBcc0/s72-c/jwtsc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-2621762933794749327</id><published>2008-09-17T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:49:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preaching and Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNEWMg4F9HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMrdibukqmY/s1600-h/Classic_55_Microphone_Blue_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNEWMg4F9HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMrdibukqmY/s200/Classic_55_Microphone_Blue_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246999445102785650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disclaimer: I realize that this post will not matter much to everyone. Honestly, I just wrote it for myself, but I thought I'd put it here anyway. Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought yesterday. I was listening to a podcast of a sermon while I was driving back from school in Waco (before you start wondering, the preacher is someone that I do not know personally. Only via podcasting). As I listened, my mind kept wandering. I began to plan out my day and make lists in my head, all the while this teacher is pouring everything he's got into what my mind is ignoring. At a certain point, I snapped back into focus and asked myself, "Why can't I pay attention to this guy?" I've actually been a subscriber to this podcast for a while, and I don't think I've ever made it through one without drifting off at least once. Which, of course, begs the question: Why do I still listen to his podcast? Because he has good ideas, and I keep expecting his sermons to catch up with his creativity. So far, they haven't. But I keep listening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about what makes a good sermon (or talk or message or whatever). Any preacher you ask will have a different answer (they range from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lots of scripture&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if the gospel is presented&lt;/span&gt;). I find that there are two mentalities (for the most part) that go in to the preparation of a sermon. The first is, "We want this experience to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." This is what people say when long-time listeners say things like, "I'm just not getting anything out of this anymore." The pastor tells them, "Well, that's because it's not for you, pal. It's for the friend that you should be bringing. We're trying to make this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to people who are not Christians." Fair enough. So, while I'm sitting here bored out of my mind, at least someone else is getting something out of this, right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other side of the sermon spectrum is, "We want the messages to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;challenging&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." This is what happens when a new person comes and there is all sorts of internal jargon, and they approach the pastor and say, "I didn't follow a word that you were saying." The pastor would respond with something like, "Well, this is really a time for our members and attenders to be 'fed' (see other posts for my thoughts on this term) and challenged, and since you're new, it's going to seem pretty confusing at first." Fair enough, again. I'd better go somewhere else that is accessible until I can follow the lingo, and then I'll just hop back over here when I'm ready to move up to the advanced class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem, as I see it, is this: most preachers say that they want to do one or the other, but they actually do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've been to several church services where the pastor would claim to adopt the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perspective, but the talk is loaded down with Christian-ese and language that nobody outside of a church background should be expected to understand (this is the case with the pastor whose podcast that I referred to earlier). The problem is that when this happens, the preacher does not accidentally drift into the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; category, either. Because he (or she) has spent so much time focusing on the idea of being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, there is nothing too terribly interesting being said. So, it becomes an odd stew of simple ideas delivered as though to a group of children, all the while being peppered with internal language and references. The result is that there is a certain group of people who feel like they're right there with the preacher because they've been around long enough to understand the language, but they've never been challenged to move beyond a certain point. So, it becomes like the small child who can watch the same movie over and over again and enjoy it every time. There are no surprises and there is nothing new being offered, but there is a sense of having experienced the movie, anyway. Everyone else in the room is either bored or confused or--most likely--both. (I wish that I could give you a concrete example of this, but I feel that I owe my colleagues more respect than that. However, if you start listening to a lot of different preachers and teachers, it won't take long for you to stumble onto this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I think (and I acknowledge that I am, by no standards, an expert in this). I think a good preacher has to view both the values of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as equally important. Most people go wrong, I think, when they view it as an either/or situation. They see both concepts as existing on opposite sides of the same spectrum: the closer that they get to being challenging, the less accessible, and vice versa. However, I think you've go to throw out the spectrum idea. I think, instead, it should be viewed as two gauges on the same dashboard. Both gauges need to be on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt; for the mechanism to work appropriately. If you are high on one and low on the other, your car will not run properly. Having the appropriate level of oil does not make up for being out of gas. We need to focus on keeping an appropriate level of both. All of the messages (or sermons or talks or whatever) that have truly moved me have accomplished this. They are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: They enter into the conversation with no assumptions about their hearers. They carefully use narrative to draw new listeners into the conversation and help them to feel as though these ideas are not above or beyond them. They are also &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: There is a sense of universal importance in what they have to say. They are never content with the status quo. They are constantly asking the question, "What are we supposed to do with this?" Honestly, I know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; few teachers who are consistently good at this. I doubt most teachers and preachers put the amount of time and energy into the message that would be required to pull this off. But when it is done well, people are changed. A great sermon is a beautiful (and rare) thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNEUUUM2_TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qw4KfvV8En4/s1600-h/PeculiarPeopleCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNEUUUM2_TI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qw4KfvV8En4/s320/PeculiarPeopleCover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997380115922226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rodney Clapp has written a book for church leaders entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Peculiar People&lt;/span&gt;. In this excellent book, Clapp highlights all of the ways that the church can become more like the image of Christ that we are called toward. In this examination, he briefly turns his attention to those who would choose to call themselves preachers. Clapp writes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The preacher, the Christ-storyteller, has the crucial task of helping us articulate our lives—our weal and woe—theologically, in relation to God"&lt;/span&gt; (103).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something is not accessible, nobody will have any new insight on the articulation of their lives. It will simply feel like a foreign language. If something is not challenging, people will not see their lives in the scenario that is being presented, because, quite frankly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life is challenging&lt;/span&gt;. It's not enough for a church member to hear the preacher; the preacher must constantly be listening to the people who would graciously offer their attention for 30 minutes every week. If we are to guide people and help them to articulate their lives through the lens of theology, we must learn to deliver sermons that are both challenging and accessible. This is how Jesus preached, and it is how we must preach as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-2621762933794749327?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/2621762933794749327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=2621762933794749327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2621762933794749327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/2621762933794749327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/09/preaching-and-teaching.html' title='Preaching and Teaching'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SNEWMg4F9HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eMrdibukqmY/s72-c/Classic_55_Microphone_Blue_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-275528426063233823</id><published>2008-07-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:39.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hemant Mehta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Irresistible Revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Justice'/><title type='text'>Social Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SGuh9EXw4pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jduh59EFocE/s1600-h/shane-claiborne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SGuh9EXw4pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jduh59EFocE/s200/shane-claiborne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218442663756358290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a guy that I really admire whose name is Shane Claiborne (pictured to the left). You've probably heard of him. He lives in voluntary poverty in Philadelphia and spends his time helping to feed and clothe the homeless. He has written a couple of books, and one of them is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Irresistible Revolution&lt;/span&gt;, which I've quoted previously on this blog and that you simply must read. Shane is a true revolutionary who's life and ministry have brought healing and hope to thousands of people. He lives amongst the most impoverished people in the city. He helps feed as many hungry people as possible. He goes to the forgotten places, and breathes life into people who have lost hope. A couple of months ago, I heard someone criticizing Shane and his approach to ministry. The basis of this criticism was that Shane was not spreading the gospel (i.e., handing out tracts with food) in his helping to feed and clothe the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this kind of criticism. I really don't. I don't understand the impulse to view social justice as merely a tool to persuade people to think like we do. I recently found myself in a conversation with someone who is a Christian. He had heard me talking to someone else about the issue of human trafficking (about which I'm very passionate and believe that it is possibly the single greatest crime against humanity that exists today), and he started asking questions. I thought he was genuinely curious, so I was glad to have the conversation. He asked me if I was a part of any groups or subscribers to any newsletters that address the issue of bonded labor. I told him that yes, I contribute to a couple of organizations that are focused on rescuing people from slavery around the world. He then told me the following: "Well, you need to be careful who you give your money to. Some of these organizations are just interested in getting people back to their home villages and they don't try to convert people after they've helped them." I know that Jesus says we're to be loving to one another, but I really just wanted to punch the guy in the mouth. To suggest that a twelve year-old girl isn't worth rescuing from forced prostitution if she's not going to become a Christian is absurd and offensive. I graciously told him that I would give my money to anyone who would effectively set people free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently having lunch with someone who is a Christian. He was asking me how things were going at the church where I work. I told him that I was really excited about a ministry that we had started called Oasis. This is a ministry that offers assistance and aid to people who are struggling in some way. One example of this ministry's function was this: there is a woman who is a friend of our community who works with families who are in poverty in Fort Worth. As a service to these families, this woman wanted to teach parents how to prepare inexpensive meals using only a crock-pot. The only problem was that none of these people owned a crock-pot. So, we put the word out, and the Oasis ministry collected over 30 crock-pots and gave them to these underprivileged families in Fort Worth. Now, there are parents in over 30 homes in Fort Worth who can feed their children on an extremely limited budget. After I told this story to this Christian friend of mine, he had only one question: "So, how many of those parents were saved?" I'm not sure I even fully comprehended the question. Saved from what? Starvation? From not being able to feed their children? From hopeless desperation? I'd say all of them. Of course, that's not really what he was asking. He wanted to know how many of these parents, upon receiving their crock-pots, immediately joined a Bible study and started wearing WWJD bracelets (not literally, but I think you get what I'm saying). His question said to me, "I don't care that hungry people are fed. I want to know how many evangelical points you scored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very tired of Christians expecting each other to have some sort of agenda when they help people. Is this really what we're supposed to do? When the book of James says, "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress," did he accidentally forget to add that last part that says, "...so that you can coerce them to agree with your worldview"? I never see Jesus criticizing people for not converting enough "sinners" to his way of thinking. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;, however, see Jesus constantly criticizing religious people for neglecting the poor, oppressed, and marginalized (for example, see Matthew 23:23-24, Matthew 25:31-46; Luke 16:19-31, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SGuro7VMy3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYyB2oUWLwk/s1600-h/Soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SGuro7VMy3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYyB2oUWLwk/s200/Soul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218453312848579442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished reading a book by a guy named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Sold_My_Soul_on_eBay"&gt;Hemant Mehta&lt;/a&gt;. You may have heard about him; he's the atheist who sold his soul on Ebay and went to church as a result. In case you're wondering, he did not become a Christian as a result of the experiment. He did, however, write a very perceptive and helpful book entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Sold My Soul On Ebay&lt;/span&gt;. In this book, he offers some incredibly helpful insights on how churches (who claim to want to reach atheists) can best have an impact on the people who are skeptical of Christians and the Church. Mehta writes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“When we atheists see how a church is making a positive difference locally and globally by meeting crucial physical needs of people, it’s hard to argue that churches are not a valuable part of society or that they should not be supported in their work. In fact, I wish more atheist groups would emulate that aspect of these churches’ missions.&lt;/span&gt;" (page 141)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's basically saying that, from his perspective, the greatest impact that churches could possibly have is contingent on their willingness to come to the aid of people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of whether or not they agree with us. When we enter into a scenario to offer help and are perceived as having some sort of agenda, we actually do damage to our own cause. Mehta goes on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“If the church seemed more interested in helping needy people, that would be a tremendous statement in its favor in the eyes of the nonreligious. And just as importantly, it would generate interest and involvement among church members."&lt;/span&gt; (144)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more attractive to help people without an agenda. It's more compelling to offer oneself simply because there is a need that can be met. You wouldn't think it would take an atheist to explain this to a Christian, but here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that I do not, in any way, disagree with the act of evangelism. I fully believe that we are responsible to tell others about Jesus and what he has done and continues to do. My point in writing this is not to suggest that we do away with evangelism. I'm simply suggesting that, quite often, our evangelical actions would be much more effective if we would simply concentrate on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showing&lt;/span&gt; people what Jesus was like instead of always trying to persuade, coerce, and argue. An ironic element to this is that I have always heard Christians say things like, "Actions speak louder than words," but then they just keep talking and doing nothing. Why is it that so many Christians who say this kind of thing don't seem to believe it enough to simply keep their mouths shut and help people with no strings attached? Do we not have enough faith in the power of the act of service to do the speaking for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Jesus called us to make disciples. However, I also believe that Jesus called us to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; disciples. And, based on my reading of Jesus' teachings, a disciple is someone who helps the poor and oppressed; who comes to the aid of the orphan, the fatherless, and the widow; who clothes the naked and feeds the hungry. Jesus did not command these things because he knew that they would be effective evangelism techniques. He commanded these things because they reflect the heart of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't help the poor and oppressed so that they will immediately believe in Jesus (although we pray that they will eventually). We come to the aid of the poor and oppressed because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we already&lt;/span&gt; believe in Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-275528426063233823?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/275528426063233823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=275528426063233823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/275528426063233823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/275528426063233823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/07/social-justice.html' title='Social Justice'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SGuh9EXw4pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jduh59EFocE/s72-c/shane-claiborne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5760603841796772212</id><published>2008-06-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Kushner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions and Doubts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athol Dickson'/><title type='text'>Doubts and Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2fweFZmsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oOnVwY0-MO0/s1600-h/tcu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2fweFZmsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oOnVwY0-MO0/s200/tcu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209995998995782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my most vivid memories from college is of my first week in a class called "Intro to Philosophy." I was very excited to be taking this class. In high school, I had never had the opportunity to study Philosophy (although, I had plenty of chances to try my hand at Agriculture), so I was eager to learn how to think like a real-life intellectual. I looked forward to being at parties and being able to drop in a quote from Aristotle or some other great philosopher during a normal conversation ("Why yes, I would like a re-fill. Thank you for offering. You have re-invigorated my faith in Immanuel Kant's concept of the Categorical Imperative!" or, "Wow, I can't imagine what it must be like to need to work three jobs. You must feel so much like the mythical figure of Sisyphus from the writings of the great Albert Camus." I know what you're thinking: "Awesome.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'm in this philosophy class, and it doesn't take long to realize that my professors (there were three philosophy profs teaching the intro class) were bitter and angry old men. And, of course, in a philosophy class it never takes long for the class discussion to veer toward the topics of religion, spirituality, and the existence of God. Now, something you should know is that I had come from a VERY conservative community in rural Oklahoma and even if you didn't believe in God, you never expressed that opinion in public, and you were probably even a member of one of the many local churches in the community. So, you can imagine my intellectual whiplash when, in the midst of a conversation about the existence of God, one of my professors--the one with the ponytail--started to pace the classroom and ask rhetorical questions: "So, how can we truly ever have confidence in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, let alone the existence of some ambiguous divine entity? How are we supposed to come to any conclusions about this?" Then, he looked across the room with a cocky smile and said, "I mean, should we trust &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Bible&lt;/span&gt;?" Half of the people in the room laughed. He grinned with satisfaction. I didn't know how to process this. I'd always heard of people who don't take the Bible seriously, but I'd never met one. Who did this guy think he was? I doubted that God looked kindly on his cynicism and doubting. I silently thought, "See you in hell, Professor Ponytail." (I'm just kidding. I didn't think that. I wasn't that clever as a freshman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of class with such a deflated sense of doubt. I had never really doubted anything so basic as the existence of God. But now, I began to wonder. This professor was clearly intelligent (except for the choice about the ponytail). Maybe he had discovered something that I had not had the wisdom to see. I really felt disoriented. On top of this, I felt guilty for the doubting. That was probably the worst part. I thought I had somehow stopped being a Christian because I was doubting some stuff that I had always taken for granted. Through talking to a few people who are much smarter than myself (mainly my uncle Sam.  Not the ominous government entity that wants to send you to Germany to fight the Nazis. I have an uncle who's name happens to be Sam.). I realized that my doubts were actually forcing me to come to terms with what I actually believe. Not what I had always been taught in Sunday School and assumed were true simply because all of the adults in my life believed them--but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what I really believed&lt;/span&gt;. I discovered that doubts and questions can be some of the most healthy parts of our own journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really why I started this blog. In the past two years or so, I've been going through my own personal renaissance (except without the painting) in regard to my own believes and worldview. This has forced me to examine each conviction and idea and ask, "Okay, what do I really think about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;?" Some things have been reinforced and I believe them more fully than I ever have. There are other issues toward which I have absolutely changed my opinion. And still, there are others that continue to be loaded with questions and confusion. I have found that the doubts and the questions have given me a renewed sense of confidence in the things that I claim to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that this is something that is deeply rooted in the Christian faith. When we examine the life of Jesus, we have to remember that he was someone who was deeply rooted in the Jewish culture and religious structure. Within this, doubts and questions are a highly valued concept. The great Jewish writer, Lawrence Kushner has written a book called J&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ewish Spirituality: A Brief Introduction For Christians&lt;/span&gt;, which I highly recommend. In this book, he exposes the idea of doubts as a central part of our faith and growth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2pRjtoyJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OatfjLOBa34/s1600-h/jewishspiritualitylrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2pRjtoyJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OatfjLOBa34/s200/jewishspiritualitylrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210006463047059602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When Jews disagree or argue about the meaning of Torah, they are actually helping one another to become better Jews... Trying to understand the Torah is an endless search. No matter how many times we reread it, or how many times we are sure we understand it, a new interpretation will arise to challenge our understanding"&lt;/span&gt; (45-46).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Judaism, the idea is that anytime someone asks a question that tests or challenges someone else's paradigm, it is a thing to be honored and even celebrated. The idea is that these question can help all of us be better at being who God has made us to be. They keep us moving forward. I have not found that this has been a value that has been preserved for many Christians. I knew some Christians who, after the day that Dr. Ponytail made his crack about the Bible, dropped the class. The fact that this professor was willing to put some of our most sacred beliefs up for discussion was more than they could handle. But shouldn't we look at a situation like that and say, "Okay. He's making me doubt some stuff. I don't like it. But is it at least possible that he's making some fair points? And if I truly disagree with him, then why? What makes me so confident?" Shouldn't we relish the opportunity ask questions and determine what we think and why we think it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gospel According to Moses&lt;/span&gt;, Athol Dickson writes, "God loves an honest question." I truly agree with this. I think God has made us curious and inquisitive and had given us the ability to come to conclusions because he truly wants us to be confidence and to understand more and more of the reality within which he has placed us. As if he were responding to one of my classmates who chose to leave the class, Dickson writes this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2q_IdNEAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x11M2gx1ybQ/s1600-h/t_19339.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2q_IdNEAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x11M2gx1ybQ/s200/t_19339.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210008345515986946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Asking is not doubting. It is trusting…It takes more faith to ask than it takes to fear the asking. It takes faith to be ready for whatever answer comes, and faith to persevere with more questions if the answer is not understood. Asking an honest question means being ready to change in response to the answer and short of martyrdom, change may be the ultimate act of faith"&lt;/span&gt; (page 19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am afraid to ask question because I fear what I might learn, isn't this a greater lack of faith than the one who can face a question and wrestle with honesty and curiosity? I often wonder if people resent questions because they really have less faith than even my atheistic professor (who's Doctoral Thesis was titled: "All Of Life Is A Waste Of Time" and to which I ascribed the subtitle, "A Love Story.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in the words of the writer Paul, who seemed to have a great amount of faith, "Test everything. Hold on to what is good." (1 Thessalonians 5:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of us would have a greater confidence if we could simply stop being afraid of questions and the people who might disagree with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5760603841796772212?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5760603841796772212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5760603841796772212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5760603841796772212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5760603841796772212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/06/doubts.html' title='Doubts and Questions'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SE2fweFZmsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oOnVwY0-MO0/s72-c/tcu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-9063889621251739009</id><published>2008-05-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:40.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engaging God&apos;s World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shalom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Irresistible Revolution'/><title type='text'>The Way Things Were Meant to Be (Shalom)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SCRrBpVLipI/AAAAAAAAADs/9BfqLfLnHCs/s1600-h/EngagingGodsWorld300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SCRrBpVLipI/AAAAAAAAADs/9BfqLfLnHCs/s320/EngagingGodsWorld300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198397545911126674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of days ago, I tried to clean out my car. The reason I use the word "tried" is because I was unsuccessful in the attempt. It was too big a job for me. There was way too much junk for me to get it all with one try. I spend about six hours a week on the road and, as a result, my car has become unbelievably messy and gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't always like this, though. I bought the car three years ago and, at the time of purchase, it was perfect. Instead of smelling like some odd combination of Whataburger and Taco Bell, it had that euphoric scent of New Car. The exterior was once a flawless masterpiece; it now features a series of dents and dings from various hailstorms and tightly-packed parking garages. The windshield, which was was once a clean sheet of see-through glass, is cracked in several places. It is no longer the car that it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, we look at the world in terms of brokenness. We have no vision for what it was originally meant to be. Rather, we only see what it currently is: a worn-out, battered, exhausted version of what it was meant to be. We forget that the first two chapters in Genesis are not about the Fall and the failures of humanity. Rather, they are a beautiful picture of a creation which are described by God as "good." These first two chapters show us the way things were meant to be. We see a beautiful picture of people fully connected with God, with others, with the environment, and with ourselves. This state of existence is referred to by Jewish thinkers and rabbis as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shalom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his brilliant book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Engaging God's World,&lt;/span&gt; Cornelius Plantinga describes shalom like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The webbing together of God, humans, and all creation in justice, fulfillment, and delight is what the Hebrew prophets called shalom. We call it ‘peace,’ but it means far more than just peace of mind or cease-fire between enemies. In the Bible, shalom means universal flourishing, wholeness, and delight—a rich state of affairs in which natural needs are satisfied and natural gifts fruitfully employed, all under the arch of God’s love. Shalom, in other words, is the way things are supposed to be."&lt;/span&gt; (15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he points out, shalom is not fully described as "peace." It is a full, holistic return to the way things were meant to be. Shalom does not simply clean out the car; it makes the car new again. As we look through the stories of Scripture, we see that this is what Jesus came to do: to restore shalom and bring restoration to all that has become broken and bruised. This is God's plan for all of creation. In hundreds of different ways, God promises to rebuild what's been broken and to restore what has been soiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our role as the church is to participate in this restoration. We are to bring the presence of Jesus into every corner of this world and to reveal shalom in every possible way. This is the concept of living within the Fifth Act of the grand narrative (see previous post entitled "Narrative Theology"). We participate by bringing justice to people who have none; by offering relief to those who struggle; to refuse to participate in exploitation and oppression; by allowing ourselves to know and be known with others in genuine community; by seeking to claim all of the broken pieces of ourselves and pursuing inner wholeness. We participate in this movement of restoration by seeking the shalom of what was originally meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SCR1f5VLiqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/avAcgysvjng/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SCR1f5VLiqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/avAcgysvjng/s200/book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198409060718447266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this hasn't been particularly long or story-laden, but it's just something I've been thinking and reading about a lot lately. I'll end this post with a quote from Shane Claiborne's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Irresistible Revolution&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We do indeed have a God of resurrection, a God who can create beauty from the messes we make of our world."&lt;/span&gt; (67)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-9063889621251739009?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/9063889621251739009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=9063889621251739009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/9063889621251739009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/9063889621251739009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/05/way-things-were-meant-to-be-shalom.html' title='The Way Things Were Meant to Be (Shalom)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SCRrBpVLipI/AAAAAAAAADs/9BfqLfLnHCs/s72-c/EngagingGodsWorld300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5369105842323504226</id><published>2008-04-21T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:55:54.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shaping Of Things To Come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Springsteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>"It Ain't No Sin To Be Glad You're Alive" (Church)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA0UZcx_lWI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDJMMaY_Tao/s1600-h/SPRINGSTEEN_MAGIC_5x5_20070820_162348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA0UZcx_lWI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDJMMaY_Tao/s200/SPRINGSTEEN_MAGIC_5x5_20070820_162348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191828372883215714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week, I attended my very first Bruce Springsteen concert. Until recently, I would have only considered myself a casual listener of his music, but I have since become a full convert to the Cult of Bruce. I have come to a place where I fully understand the kinds of people who would drive hundreds of miles to see a Springsteen concert even though they have already seen him three times on the same tour. When people have asked me how I liked the concert, the best answer I have been able to give is this: "It's like Bruce was backstage with the rest of the E Street Band and said, 'Hey guys, Rob's out there tonight. We've got to make him happy." He delivered. The first three songs in the setlist were among my three favorite songs from the Springsteen catalogue. He played for two and-a-half hours, and I never found myself in any way wanting the show to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been moved by great music. There are very few things that I would rather do than attend a good concert. It does something to my soul. As I stood in the middle of a crowd of thousands of Springsteen fans pumping their fists and singing along with their eyes closed, I took a few deep breaths. For those two hours, all was right with the world. Bruce had come to Dallas and breathed into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this is one of the primary roles of the church. The church should be a place that allows people to come and to exhale and nurse their wounds and experience something that gives them a glimpse of hope and beauty. When a person leaves on a Sunday morning, they should not primarily feel as though they have been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;informed&lt;/span&gt; so much as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think this is the true meaning (or at least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one of&lt;/span&gt; the true meanings) behind the common church-goer complaint, "I'm just not being fed." For a long time, I had such a negative attitude toward someone who would say this. I assumed that these were people who were attending the church with the same attitude with which they interact with the food court at the mall. When they stop serving what you want and how you want it, you're shopping somewhere else. I felt that this complaint was a spiritual-sounding way of articulating the emotion of being an unsatisfied customer. However, I think there's at least some legitimacy to this complaint (at least some times). I think what people are saying--although they often don't really know how to say it like this--is that they aren't being inspired. They attend a church service that is entertaining and flashy and well-done, but they leave with no greater sense of hope or restoration. They haven't had an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. I think this is why it's so difficult for many of us to feel comfortable inviting skeptics and people who are spiritually curious to our church services. It's a lot of information and a lot of style, but at no point has anyone's soul been refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book last summer called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shaping Of Things To Come&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Frost and Alan Hirsch. This is one of the best books I have ever read about the role of the church in a Postmodern world. In this book, Hirsch and Frost devote an entire chapter to this very concept. They tell us that one of the church's roles in society is to whisper into the souls of people. When I attend a weekend church service, it shouldn't be like attending a seminar; it should feel like my batteries are recharging. When I gather with others in the name of Jesus, I should feel as though I am plugging in to a power source that is bigger than myself. I should be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as members of the church, our role is to enter into the worlds of the people in our lives with this same purpose. This idea flies directly in the face of the notion that my responsibility is to confront non-Christians without the intention of befriending them (or, perhaps worse, befriending them solely to attempt to convert them). This idea of breathing into the soul is the call to simply enter the life of someone and be a constant presence of Jesus in their world. We don't introduce people to Jesus by wearing down their resistance or by arguing until they can't stand being around us. We show people who Jesus is by being a voice of hope and life. Hirsch and Frost say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA4yWmSAV9I/AAAAAAAAADM/wxsD8xSsfSg/s1600-h/hirschfrost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA4yWmSAV9I/AAAAAAAAADM/wxsD8xSsfSg/s200/hirschfrost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142784219338706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"To whisper into the souls of not-yet-Christians, we need to lie in the grass under a starry sky with them. We need to wander with them through an art gallery."&lt;/span&gt; (102)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue with the Springsteen-centric theme of this entry, there is a line in the song "Badlands" that says, "It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive." I think the role of the church is remind people that this statement is true. I think it's our job to find the people in this world who have given up and breathe life into their broken souls. This isn't a sales technique. This is who we're called to be. We are to be a people who say to the citizens of this world, "There is a God who has created you, and the fact that you are alive is a beautiful thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA4zx2SAWAI/AAAAAAAAADk/hFB0z7TMD0s/s1600-h/tour041308a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA4zx2SAWAI/AAAAAAAAADk/hFB0z7TMD0s/s320/tour041308a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192144351882401794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you wanted this (you probably didn't), here's the setlist from the Springsteen concert in Dallas on April 13, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth Avenue Freeze-out&lt;br /&gt;Radio Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Lonesome Day&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy Biker&lt;br /&gt;Magic&lt;br /&gt;Trapped&lt;br /&gt;Reason to Believe&lt;br /&gt;Prove It All Night&lt;br /&gt;Because the Night&lt;br /&gt;She's the One&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in the Future&lt;br /&gt;The Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;Girls in Their Summer Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Arcade&lt;br /&gt;The Rising&lt;br /&gt;Last to Die&lt;br /&gt;Long Walk Home&lt;br /&gt;Badlands&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Across the River&lt;br /&gt;Jungleland&lt;br /&gt;Born to Run&lt;br /&gt;Glory Days (with Jon Bon Jovi)&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;American Land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5369105842323504226?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5369105842323504226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5369105842323504226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5369105842323504226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5369105842323504226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-aint-no-sin-to-be-glad-youre-alive.html' title='&quot;It Ain&apos;t No Sin To Be Glad You&apos;re Alive&quot; (Church)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/SA0UZcx_lWI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDJMMaY_Tao/s72-c/SPRINGSTEEN_MAGIC_5x5_20070820_162348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-1151572485196853551</id><published>2008-04-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:37:11.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Not Every Sermon Is A Good One (The Purpose-Driven Pisser)</title><content type='html'>I really never intended to become a blogger who relies on lots of videos, but you have to see this. There are some who have called this the worst sermon ever. I'm not sure if that's accurate, but it's got to be close. Brace yourself people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone wants to attempt to comment and articulate what you think this guy's point is, feel free. I'm just as curious as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDxcyqeRc-4&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDxcyqeRc-4&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-1151572485196853551?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1151572485196853551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=1151572485196853551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1151572485196853551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1151572485196853551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-every-sermon-is-good-one.html' title='Not Every Sermon Is A Good One (The Purpose-Driven Pisser)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-3532242512191819026</id><published>2008-04-13T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:29:45.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>A Non-Theological Post</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share this. It's neither deep nor thought-provoking, but it does have a certain quality of awesome. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=121921' src='http://www.thedailyshow.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-3532242512191819026?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/3532242512191819026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=3532242512191819026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3532242512191819026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/3532242512191819026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/04/non-theological-post.html' title='A Non-Theological Post'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5168378083270360511</id><published>2008-04-11T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:41.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative Theology'/><title type='text'>Story and Scripture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R__ImuPHB0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MHPvRIqY1Mc/s1600-h/juno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R__ImuPHB0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MHPvRIqY1Mc/s200/juno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188085863326091074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was in class a couple of weeks ago, and we were discussing the narrative behind the Psalms. One of my classmates (We'll call him Christian Cliche Man, or "CCM" for short) always seems to say the most ignorant things and this particular day was no exception. CCM raised his hand, and when the professor acknowledged him, he said with a very serious look on his face: "One of the things that we've lost in America is the ability to truly tell stories. We can't understand a lot of the Old Testament because we don't understand stories." Now, I'm not totally adverse to some good old-fashioned America bashing. But I've observed that any time a Christian wants to make a point or a cultural statement, the easiest platform on which to stand is, "In America, we've lost ____________" (I'll let you fill in the blank. Go ahead. It'll be fun!). Of course, these statements aren't always inaccurate. This is certainly not a nation without some major blind spots in its ideology. If someone in my class had said that Americans are over-consumers or that we are an unusually hostile nation, I would had trouble offering any vocal disagreement. However, I think that to claim that American society doesn't produce good storytellers reveals one's lack of understanding of American culture. Allow me to offer a short list of American storytellers from various mediums, and you can tell me how egregiously we have lost the ability to understand story:&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;Cormac McCarthy&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;Orson Wells&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;Martin Scorcese&lt;br /&gt;J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;J.J. Abrams&lt;br /&gt;Flannery O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;Upton Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;John Updike&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;John Irving&lt;br /&gt;Diablo Cody (the woman who wrote "Juno")&lt;br /&gt;Stan Lee&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster (creators of Superman)&lt;br /&gt;James Michener&lt;br /&gt;Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen (Don't laugh. Just go listen to the albums &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Born In The U.S.A., Born To Run,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Darkness On The Edge Of Town&lt;/span&gt;. You'll see. The Boss can weave a tale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I could keep going, but I think I've made my point. However, I might point out that there is one type of person missing from the list above. Look closely. Closer. Keep looking. What group of people do you not see on this list? Give up? I'll tell you. Christians (not that none of these people could possibly be followers of Jesus. They just aren't known for being nominal "Christians."). Now just settle down for a minute. I'm not saying that Christians are incapable of producing good art or telling great stories. On the contrary, I think Christians should be leading the way in producing great art. However, I think my misguided classmate, CCM, is almost right--there is a group of people who have lost the art of story, but it's not Americans. It's the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever heard a compelling sermon about the Bible. I'm not saying that I've never heard a compelling sermon that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;uses&lt;/span&gt; the Bible. I'm saying that when a preacher stands up and says, "Today, I'm going to preach about why we should love the Bible and how we should use it," I instantly get bored. For one thing, for someone to say that they are preaching about the Bible on one particular Sunday might imply that they neglect to do so on all other Sundays (another topic for another post). For another, almost any sermon I've heard about the Bible tends to fall into one of two categories: 1) "Let me prove to you with archaeological evidence that the Bible is accurate." This inevitably descends into mechanics and charts. Not that this isn't useful information, but it's certainly not inspiring. And 2) "Here are some charts and graphs that should help you categorize the Scriptures and become a better student of the Bible." Again, this could be somewhat helpful, but it lacks any sort of inspiration. In both cases, I'm asleep before the speaker can say, "Turn with me to Zephaniah chapter 1." (Let me acknowledge that there is so much more to say about both of these types of sermons, and I am only scratching the surface. I'm sure I will return to both of these at a later time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason that so many sermons about the power of the Bible fall flat is that they are devoid of the element of story. We try to make the Scriptures something that they never claim to be, and we drain them of any life or beauty. One of my favorite theologians and communicators, Rob Bell, says it like this in his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Velvet Elvis&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R__FvOPHByI/AAAAAAAAACk/34c69uUWvJw/s1600-h/0310273080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R__FvOPHByI/AAAAAAAAACk/34c69uUWvJw/s200/0310273080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188082710820095778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“The Bible is not pieces of information about God and Jesus and whatever else we take and apply to situations as we would a cookbook or an instruction manual…We have to embrace the Bible as the wild, uncensored, passionate account it is of people experiencing the living God" (page 63).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we began to interact with the Scriptures as though they were a beautiful story? As I pointed out in the second post on this blog, there is a single metanarrative flowing through the pages of the Bible, and to reduce these beautiful words and passages to something smaller than they are, we've done something tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Americans in general have lost the ability to tell and hear stories. I think the church is the truly guilty party here. I also think it's time to reclaim the story within which we have been placed. What would it look like if Christians began to interact with the world around us as though we were living within the pages of a beautiful story that God is in the midst of telling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only ask because we already are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5168378083270360511?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5168378083270360511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5168378083270360511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5168378083270360511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5168378083270360511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-and-scripture.html' title='Story and Scripture'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R__ImuPHB0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MHPvRIqY1Mc/s72-c/juno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-5812212462050675927</id><published>2008-03-21T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:42.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Cahill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham Joshua Heschel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>"What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to acknowledge it": Awareness (part 3)</title><content type='html'>(*SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't seen &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt;, I'm about to give away story elements. You've been warned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QtqUpX2rI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wz3yeg2j5h4/s1600-h/pulp-fiction-1-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QtqUpX2rI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wz3yeg2j5h4/s320/pulp-fiction-1-1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180315676502907570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great scene in the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt; in which two hit men named Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) and Vincent (John Travolta) are in the apartment of some young men who have recently stolen from their boss, Marcellus Wallace (Ving Rhames). Jackson has just given his famous pre-kill monologue ("...and I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance...") and the two have violently disposed of the young men. What the hit men don't know is that there is someone else hiding in the bathroom with a .357 Magnum (a really big pistol). Terrified and confused, the hidden young man bursts out of his hiding place and into the living room with his gun blazing toward Jules and Vincent. He fires at the hit men until his gun is empty. The two gunmen, still standing and apparently unscathed, quickly examine their own bodies to make sure that they weren't hit, look back to the man holding the empty gun, raise their own pistols, and fire with significantly greater accuracy than their would-be assassin, killing him instantly. Now, Jules and Vincent are left to reflect on their recent brush with death. The following dialogue is what transpires next (I've cleaned up the language. This is a family-friendly blog. Also, this is transcribed from Quentin Taratino's script, not the final cut of the film):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules: "Did you see that gun he fired at us? We should be dead right now."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "Yeah, we were lucky."&lt;br /&gt;Jules: "That wasn't luck. That was somethn' else."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "Yeah, maybe."&lt;br /&gt;Jules: (examining the holes in the wall where the bullets landed) "This was divine intervention. You know what divine intervention is?"&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets."&lt;br /&gt;Jules: "Yeah, man, that's what it means. That's exactly what it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "I think we should go now."&lt;br /&gt;Jules: "Don't do that! Don't blow this off! What just happened was a miracle!"&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "Chill out, Jules, this [stuff] happens."&lt;br /&gt;Jules: "Wrong! Wrong. This [stuff] doesn't just happen."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?"&lt;br /&gt;Jules: "We should be dead now, my friend! We just witnessed a miracle, and I want you to acknowledge it!"&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: "Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh at me for this, but I think this is one of the most profoundly theological scenes in recent cinema. We have two men who experience exactly the same event, yet they have two very different interpretations of it. Jules has an openness and an awareness that Vincent lacks. In fact, if you choose to watch the whole film (which, I should warn you, is not for the faint of heart), you will see that this moment marks the diverging of paths for the two friends. They entered the apartment as two men on the same path, yet they leave differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how often we miss moments because we see the world more as Vincent than as Jules. Obviously, our moments are not as dramatic and violent as someone firing a .357 Magnum in our general direction, but we do have moments, nonetheless. Are we failing to see the divine in the midst of the daily? In his book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sabbath,&lt;/span&gt;the great Jewish thinker Abraham Joshua Heschel explores the notion of awareness and our ability to blind ourselves to the activity of God in the midst of our most common of moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QuA0pX2sI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZDVXl8U9qE8/s1600-h/51MIiYbov6L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QuA0pX2sI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZDVXl8U9qE8/s320/51MIiYbov6L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180316063049964226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is retained in the soul is the moment of insight rather than the place where the act came to pass. A moment of insight is a fortune, transporting us beyond the confines of measured time. Spiritual life begins to decay when we fail to sense the grandeur of what is eternal in time"&lt;/span&gt;(page 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, when something has a profound impact on our awareness of God's activity, we don't remember the details for the sake of details, but they are burned in our memory because of the implicit significance beneath the surface of the moment itself. We remember a moment because of what it does to our soul and not because of the concrete details. He's saying that we can choose which lens through which we will view the world: we can see things as Vincent and grow dull to the reality of the moment, or we can be like Jules and embrace moments of insight. We learn later in the film that this moment will forever change Jules' life. This is not because someone fired a gun at him (we should probably assume that this has happened before), but because he, in the words of the character himself, "felt the touch of God." Jules' life will never be the same because his eyes are wide open to the activity of the divine in the daily (a paraphrase of another line in the film). Heschel says that this type of awareness and openness is a crucial element to a deeply spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This awareness and insight begins with how we view God himself. In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Desire of the Everlasting Hills&lt;/span&gt;, historian Thomas Cahill writes this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QuYkpX2tI/AAAAAAAAACc/kWIja-2p5Ro/s1600-h/0385483724.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QuYkpX2tI/AAAAAAAAACc/kWIja-2p5Ro/s320/0385483724.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180316471071857362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If one believes in a God who heals, then healing in itself—whether of the quotidian kind or of an uncommon and spectacular sort—will hardly seem inconceivable or out of reach. If one cannot conceive of such a God—of an ultimate Goodness at the heart of the universe—miracles are, both intellectually and emotionally, off limits" (page 213).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it another way, we could quote artist and writer John LaFarge: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“For those who believe in God, no explanation is necessary. For those who do not, no explanation is possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience tells me that I will find whatever I'm looking for. If I choose to see the world through the eyes of Vincent, I will grow more and more cynical and unaware and dull to the greater realities that exist all around me. If I choose to to look through the lenses of Jules, I will see the beauty and the wonder and the art that exists in all things. I will see the activity of God in the midst of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that I don't find this to be easy at all. I think it's much easier to be closed than to be open. It's much easier to be cynical than hopeful. There are several reasons for this, but I think one major reason is this: When I begin to see the work of God around me, I am faced with a frightening choice: "Will I choose to participate in what God is already doing in the world? Will my awareness cause me to live differently than I do right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would argue that awareness comes with new questions and challenges. Perhaps this is one of the reasons that Jesus told us that the way is narrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-5812212462050675927?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/5812212462050675927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=5812212462050675927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5812212462050675927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/5812212462050675927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-happened-here-was-miracle-and-i.html' title='&quot;What happened here was a miracle, and I want you to acknowledge it&quot;: Awareness (part 3)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R-QtqUpX2rI/AAAAAAAAACM/Wz3yeg2j5h4/s72-c/pulp-fiction-1-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-4542539150882128083</id><published>2008-03-07T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:42.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Kushner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Awareness (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R9GRvkBSCsI/AAAAAAAAABs/JH4tDTV0LGQ/s1600-h/va0140033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R9GRvkBSCsI/AAAAAAAAABs/JH4tDTV0LGQ/s320/va0140033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175077693134342850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years ago, I was sitting around watching TV with my good friend Chris when his wife, Michelle, called. She was out of town visiting her parents.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris," she said. "I need you to pick up my sister at the airport. She was connecting at DFW from South Bend, and her connecting flight was cancelled because of the weather. She's sitting at the airport right now. She's really frustrated and upset. Can you go get her?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Chris is an excellent husband and brother-in-law, so we paused whatever it was that we were watching (I believe it may have been older episodes of The West Wing; none of that newer crap), got into his car and began making our way to pick up Michelle's sister Natalie (who, by the way, today is a nun in Tennessee. So, now anyone can legitimately call her "Sister Natalie"). I know Michelle didn't specifically ask me to go with Chris to the airport, but I just assumed that it was implied. I'm good for morale.&lt;br /&gt;It was a late and rainy night in the metroplex and we were driving all the way from Burleson to the airport (about a 20 minute drive with no traffic). About halfway into our journey, we found ourselves behind someone who was driving erratically. He was speeding up, slowing down, and veering into multiple lanes. The two of us, having watched plenty of television in our lives to enable us to think as a law enforcement professional might, determined that this person was clearly drunk and driving (which we both hate). So, we became a perfectly equipped crime-fighting duo. We decided to follow the guy and call the police and alert them of this public safety issue. He was driving, so I dialed 911.&lt;br /&gt;"Fort Worth Police. What's your emergency?" said the operator.&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to report a drunk driver who's currently on the road," I said with as much authority as I could muster.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the mile marker number and the direction that we were going. I also gave her the license number and model of the car in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," she said. "You're going to be out of Fort Worth soon, so I'm going to transfer you to the Hurst police."&lt;br /&gt;She did. I had to give the new operator all of the same information. Chris was still on his tail. Because of the construction of the suburbs and city limits, we ended up being switched two more times to different departments: Bedford and then Irving. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the operator concluded that they had enough information and that the Irving police would pick him up. Well of course, we had to see that. So, we continued to follow the perp.&lt;br /&gt;At some point, he figured out that we were following him, because he slowed to a crawl and then instantly accelerated to about 90 miles an hour. Chris drove as fast as he could to try and keep up and was doing very well until we both simultaneously had a realization: Natalie was sitting at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;This epiphany brought our pursuit to an abrupt halt and u-turn (thank God for Texas highways). In the midst of our playing some adult version of Cops and Robbers, we had gone well beyond the airport exit. By the time we actually found Natalie, it had been almost an hour since Michelle had called. Thankfully, she was very gracious and understanding (all the makings of a great future nun). She even laughed when we told her the story of our brief career in free-lance law enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I tell this story. When we left Chris' house, we had no intention of doing anything besides picking up Natalie and taking her back to the house. However, we were easily distracted and completely forgot why we were out on the road in the first place. I wonder how often we set out to do something yet become completely consumed with something else. I wonder how often God sets us on a path to do something and our distraction takes us miles away from God's intended purpose. Then, we complain that God didn't help us enough.&lt;br /&gt;This goes along with my last post about awareness and allow God to "surprise me" in all kinds of ways. But I wonder how often God is waving his arms in one place and my mind is elsewhere. If that's the case, what am I so consumed with? It's probably nothing as noble as ridding the road of dangerous drivers. I would say that it has a lot to do with simple self-involvement. Many theologians and rabbis would say that narcissism and self-involvement are the biggest hindrance to an awareness of what God has to say to us. In his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Was In This Place, And I Did Not Know&lt;/span&gt;, Lawrence Kushner says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“The great insight of religion is not that we can find God in everyday life; it is that finding God returns us to everyday life. Forgetting one’s self, making the self as nothing, gives us life beyond thinking and theology, beyond the incessant self-reflecting that renders us voyeurs of our own lives"&lt;/span&gt;(86).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more able I am to lose my self, the more I will discover God and, paradoxically, the more like my true self I will actually become. Kushner is pointing out that so often we become so consumed with ourselves that we become spectators and commentators of our own lives rather than simply becoming aware of the source of who we are in the first place and living with that level of awareness. He's basically telling us that, to use the analogy of Chris and me, the drunk driver is me, and all I want to do is follow myself around and think about myself and comment on myself and have other people tell me things about myself when there is something bigger that I was originally meant to be pursuing. Kushner goes on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Living in ‘the presence of God’ does not mean that we have lost self-awareness; we are just too busy being alive to bother reflecting on ourselves. We are so focused on living that we do not have any leftover awareness to remind us that we exist. We are not aware that we are doing anything, because all our consciousness—even the part reserved for self-reflection—is busy being alive. We are so fully present, unbounded, and un-self-aware that we are not even aware we are present”&lt;/span&gt; (101).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is not be ignorant of ourselves or in some sort of denial of who we are and what is happening with us. The goal is simply to live with an awareness of something greater. The goal, as he puts it, is to be fully present and aware that God is never absent. We are, quite simply, meant to be too busy being alive in the presence of a God who was in this place, whether or not we are aware of such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've probably said enough about that particular book. Next time, I'll move on to something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-4542539150882128083?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/4542539150882128083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=4542539150882128083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4542539150882128083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/4542539150882128083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/03/awareness-part-2.html' title='Awareness (part 2)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R9GRvkBSCsI/AAAAAAAAABs/JH4tDTV0LGQ/s72-c/va0140033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-7765409600382302093</id><published>2008-02-26T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:42.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Kushner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R8SFayFwNRI/AAAAAAAAABk/MBMCDJNJPes/s1600-h/GodInPlace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R8SFayFwNRI/AAAAAAAAABk/MBMCDJNJPes/s200/GodInPlace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171404967297168658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the books that I've read recently is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God Was In This Place and I, i Did Not Know...&lt;/span&gt; by the great mystical Rabbi Lawrence Kushner. For the next post or two, I'm going to reflect on some of the concepts that he proposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two years ago, I read a book by Terry Esau called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Surprise Me&lt;/span&gt;. It was basically a journal about his desire to see God in the ordinary experiences of life. He would simply begin each morning by simply praying, "Surprise me, God" and then see what happened. He discovered that, when he was paying attention, he was able to discern the reality that God is constantly on the move and at work in the midst of the ordinary. What I didn't realize was that this concept had already been written about by Kushner. Not that Esau stole the idea or that I believe the rabbi should sue him. On the contrary, Terry Esau's book was instrumental in preparing my mind for eventually finding and understanding Kushner's masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kushner's book is an exhaustive exploration of the scene in Genesis 28 in which Jacob goes to sleep in the wilderness and had a dream involving God and a ladder. He awakens from the dream and exclaims, "Surely God is in this place, and I was not aware of it." The book explores eight different interpretations of the text by eight different Jewish rabbis. While each rabbi gives a completely different interpretation, all of them seem to work in concert with one another to create a rich and flourishing understanding of one single passage that so many of us have never thought twice about. Ultimately, the question we are left with is this: "Has God been in this place all along without my realizing it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on explore the significance of the scene in Exodus where God calls Moses from within a burning bush. What Kushner explains is that it must take several minutes for a bush to be fully burned up by fire so for Moses to "see that the bush was not consumed" would have required several moments of simply staring at the bush. He could not have simply glanced at the bush and had this realization. He would have needed to stand still and stare to realize that something odd was indeed taking place. Kushner says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The ‘burning bush’ was not a miracle. It was a test. God wanted to find out whether or not Moses could pay attention to something for more than a few minutes. When Moses did, God spoke. The trick is to pay attention to what is going on around you long enough to behold the miracle without falling asleep. There is another world, right here within this one, whenever we pay attention"&lt;/span&gt; (Kushner 25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are so profound. I wonder how often in our age we miss the fact that there are burning bushes all around us? I wonder what we would see if we would simply pay attention and quietly pray, "Surprise me, God." (in case this is sounding familiar to anyone, I preached a sermon titled "God Was In This Place" back in November. This post is a continuation of that discussion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kushner goes on to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The beginning of knowing about God…is simply paying attention, being fully present where you are, or…waking up. We realize, like Jacob, that we have been asleep. We do not see what is happening all around us. For most of us, most of the time, the lights are on but nobody’s home"&lt;/span&gt; (Kushner 26).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is brilliant to me. Even as I type this, I'm listening to music (it's a cover band called Shaw Blades, if you're curious). When I'm at home, my television is almost always on. When I'm in the car, I've got my Sirius radio. When I've got free time, I read. And regrettably, often when I am in conversation with other people, my mind has moved on to the next thing on my list. While I certainly feel that I've gotten much better in regard to these things in the past few months (since the good rabbi was gracious enough to tell me about this concept), I still feel that I have a long way to go. I need to learn to watch for burning bushes. I'll leave you with one final quote from Rabbi Kushner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“If God was here, and I didn’t know, then perhaps God has been other places also" &lt;/span&gt;(Kushner 27).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has God been without my knowing it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-7765409600382302093?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/7765409600382302093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=7765409600382302093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7765409600382302093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/7765409600382302093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/02/awareness.html' title='Awareness'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R8SFayFwNRI/AAAAAAAAABk/MBMCDJNJPes/s72-c/GodInPlace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-1978717547572309803</id><published>2008-02-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:30:43.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative Theology'/><title type='text'>Narrative Theology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XUKyFwNOI/AAAAAAAAABA/QrV0I-J7uvo/s1600-h/marshill_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XUKyFwNOI/AAAAAAAAABA/QrV0I-J7uvo/s200/marshill_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167269429187196130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In January of 2007, I visited Mars Hill Bible Church in Grand Rapids, MI for a conference called, "Isn't She Beautiful?" This was a gathering of leaders designed to celebrate and offer hope for the future of the church. It was one of the most profound experiences of my life. I felt like my eyes were opened for the first time in regard to many concepts and issues that I had never previously considered. The biggest major discovery that I had was that of the concept of Narrative Theology. I attended a breakout session led by a guy named Matt Krick, who is sort of the Narrative Theology guru at Mars Hill and within the first twenty minutes of a 90 minute session, he had completely changed my paradigm forever. I'm going to summarize this concept very succinctly, but if this is something you're actually interested in, there is a brilliant article by NT Wright that treats this concept in a very accessible way.&lt;a href="http://www.marshill.org/pdf/HOW_CAN_THE_BIBLE_BE_AUTHORITATIVE.pdf"&gt;(Click here to read it.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the idea is this: While the Bible is a collection of various documents from various parts of history, the finished work is a moving story that exists in multiple stages. NT Wright offers a very helpful illustration: What if archaeologists somehow unearthed a never-before-seen Shakespearean play? It is a masterpiece in five acts. The only caveat is this: The fifth act is incomplete. If this were to happen, scholars would be faced with two options: 1) To preserve the work in a museum or 2) to gather the greatest Shakespearean scholars, writers, actors, and historians together to ask the question, "Understanding what we know about Shakespeare and understanding how the first four acts progress, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how would Shakespeare have finished the play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright proposes that with Scripture, we are faced with the same basic structure. He suggests that the Bible is a single narrative that is broken into five acts:&lt;br /&gt;Act 1: Creation (Genesis 1-2)&lt;br /&gt;Act 2: The Fall (Genesis 3-11)&lt;br /&gt;Act 3: Israel (Genesis 12 - Malachi)&lt;br /&gt;Act 4: Jesus (Matthew - John)&lt;br /&gt;Act 5: The Church (Acts-Revelation 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a part of this proposition, we--the Church--are challenged to live as though the Fifth Act were not yet complete. With this understanding, we are to view ourselves as actors who exist within the divine narrative and we may now begin to contribute to this Fifth Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XU6yFwNPI/AAAAAAAAABI/hNWAgFrln0M/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XU6yFwNPI/AAAAAAAAABI/hNWAgFrln0M/s200/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167270253820916978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a book titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Drama of Scripture&lt;/span&gt;, Michael Goheen and Craig Bartholomew suggest that there is, in fact, a Sixth Act that is alluded to in the final two chapters of Revelation in which all things are finally restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XVIyFwNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EX0VavmwnIY/s1600-h/519W6QGMTDL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XVIyFwNQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/EX0VavmwnIY/s200/519W6QGMTDL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167270494339085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, there is much more that could (and should) be said about this concept, but for the sake of time, I'll leave this as it is. If you're curious about a deeper unfolding of this concept, check out Wright's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Last Word&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-1978717547572309803?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/1978717547572309803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=1978717547572309803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1978717547572309803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/1978717547572309803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/02/narrative-theology.html' title='Narrative Theology'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5LYVt2pcXA/R7XUKyFwNOI/AAAAAAAAABA/QrV0I-J7uvo/s72-c/marshill_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376423811617317429.post-6041222142344526694</id><published>2008-02-15T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:38:29.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligatory Introductory Blog Posting (The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog")</title><content type='html'>Obviously, you can't start a blog without the obligatory, "Okay, I've decided to start a blog" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about a year, I've been relearning and questioning what I think about everything and why I think it. I've been reading a series of books and taking notes on what I read, but it's still very overwhelming. So, I've decided to blog about some of the findings so that I can gather feedback from other people as I ask questions and continue on this journey of trying to be educated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376423811617317429-6041222142344526694?l=relearningeverything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/feeds/6041222142344526694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376423811617317429&amp;postID=6041222142344526694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6041222142344526694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376423811617317429/posts/default/6041222142344526694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relearningeverything.blogspot.com/2008/02/obligatory-introductory-blog-posting.html' title='Obligatory Introductory Blog Posting (The &quot;Bob Loblaw Law Blog&quot;)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05831057377187886146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
