I love a good action movie. The original trilogy of Indiana Jones is no exception. There is good acting, a wonderful score and plenty of chutzpah. Together, these elements great an entertaining movie. There is more to them than explosions though. Indy, as an archeologist, has interactions with the supernatural in all three films. He sees the power of the ark of the covenant. He witnesses the power of the occult. He sees the consequences of drinking from the Holy Grail.
Thinking is at a low. Though we have more information available to us than any other time in the world, we find ourselves immersed in a land of polarizing ideologies. People join a camp of belief and stake their ground, even though they do not understand what they are claiming. The only remedy for this is to develop our minds and help ourselves become true thinkers. Only then can we say that an opinion is our own.
It is perhaps to the great advancement and success of popular literature that pastors and cross-cultural workers (a. k. a Missionaries) spend so much time reading popular literature as they work their way through the rigors of the professional ministry. But how much richer and deeper would the preaching be if more time was spent in primary sources, the Bible for starters, but also the readily accessible literature of Rome. Roman authors can be purchased at a great price and are not cryptic writers!
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So, where does one ordinarily encounter the truth? What are some things that come to mind – Laborious effort in a laboratory –a process of rigorous dialogue, which is maintained over time within a Greco-Roman context. Is truth only obtained in an extraordinary manner, place, time, or means? What if truth were really an ordinary feature of your experience?
Your bathroom scale tells the truth. Sorry. Continue reading
If you were to go to Amazon and type in the word DESIRE, you would turn up a pulsating set of fictional books simply focused on erotic connection. However, desire is not merely a special feature of erotic literature, but the selling point of every human story, however mundane or sexually charged it may be. Stories are narratives about characters that possess, live with, struggle, and, in many cases, satisfy their desires. Consequently, stories can prompt our own desires, which can quickly turn into a frustrating experience. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but the ideal mandate for me is going to a movie with a couple of guy friends, and then head straight for the IHOP. I can take or leave gun shows, Irish pubs, etc. For me, a movie and a pancake dinner is about as good as it gets. This is precisely what me, Seth, and Nicholas decided to do one night. Seth and I chose the latest romantic comedy (I can’t remember if it was a Jennifer Aniston, Jennifer Lopez, Natalie Portman, whatever!). We were excited about our choice, but Nicholas wasn’t. He explicitly expressed his disappointment as we went into the movie, during the movie, and after the movie while we were waiting for our pancake dinner. Continue reading
A couple of days ago, the girls were playing outside and, in a moment of opportunity, they decided they would plant flowers. This is the way they carried out their plan. There was a large pot filled with dirt next to the doorway of the apartment – the plot originally housed some type of tree or greenery that my mother-in-law had yet again purchased for us and we had yet again neglected it unto death. The pot no longer housed any greenery, but merely existed as an inert inanimate object, which they girls interpreted as their opportunity. They took some of the dirt and placed it in cups and claimed to have planted seeds within the dirt. At some point, Samantha picked up these cups and spread the dirt all over the front porch. Well, this resulted in all kinds of unforeseeable messes until Emily could take it no longer. This morning, in a spontaneous frenzy of activity, Emily quickly brushed up all the dirt from the front porch. She did this while the girls were waiting in the car to be transported to their appropriate destinations. This afternoon when Anastasia and Emily came home, Anastasia noticed that the front porch was clean and she said: “the porch is clean. Who did this?
I replied, “Mama.”
“With powers,” I explained.
“Mama doesn’t have powers,” she insisted. Continue reading