Sunday, May 14, 2006

Christianism

TIME.com: My Problem with Christianism -- May 15, 2006 -- Page 1
I've been troubled for many months by the co-opting of the label "Christian" to mean a set of views and agendas in the current political climate that may or may not have anything to do with actually following Jesus. A couple of years ago, James Earl Massey suggested to a group of pastors his view that, indeed, we should think of ourselves, not as "Christians" but as "Christ-ones" or something like that. The linked article reflects much of the concern that I think many people feel.

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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

A distorted Reflection

Just thought I'd provide, for the benefit of anyone who cares (and the several billion who don't), a little rumination on the title(s) and similar identifying marks of this blog.

The blog ID, as in, subdomain in the URL is chance-meeting: chance-meeting.blogspot.com.
The blog title is "dancing on the edge of doom"
The blog owner is identified as "Over the Left Shoulder"

I'll take these in reverse order.

"Over the left shoulder" is, by some accounts, the location of that invisible companion, Death, who accompanies the wise on their earthly journey; I should say, accompanies all of us, but the wise get their wisdom (again, by some accounts) from an awareness that he is there, which is to say, that life is short, fragile, and terminal. Presumably there is some connection with the left shoulder being the one on which our Savior bore his cross, and thus there is a link to the call to discipleship specifically as relates to the continual awareness and constant embrace of one's own mortality, which results, strangely enough, in the overcoming of the morbid fear of death which, though unspoken and ofen unacknowledged, so often otherwise has a tendency to rule our lives: "If any one would come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me; for whoever seeks to save his life shall lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and that of the good news, shall find it."

"dancing on the edge of doom" is wonderfully ambiguous as to its origins, but aficionados of J.R.R. Tolkien will recognize it as evoking the image of Gollum, holding aloft at last the Ring, still encircling Frodo's finger (which has been bitten off) —dancing madly a victory dance, just before losing his footing.... and plunging into the Cracks of Doom, thus destroying himself and the Ring together, and despite all, fulfilling the Quest of the Ringbearer.

Those without an intimate knowledge of that scene may instead get an idea of a reference to an unbridled optimism which celebrates life no matter how immanent the impending demise, whatever form it may take, might be.

Both of these together, or either one, could be taken as a metaphor for the precarious situation in which our world, geopolitically speaking, now finds itself; and might indeed also be seen as a defiant affirmation in the face of all obstacles that life is still worth living; even that the worst disaster, as that which indeed befell Gollum in the midst of his victory dance, can lead to unanticipated benefits, the defeat of evil, a changed world.... hence it is intentionally, whatever else it may seem to be, an image of a perhaps irrational, but nevetheless incontrovertible, hope.

Finally: "chance-meeting" is another LOTR reference. Sometime when all the action is past, one finds Gandalf and Aragorn reminiscing about the first time they encountered one another, at the inn in Bree, setting in motion a confluence of events that led ultimately to the protection of the hobbits on their way to Rivendell, the formation of the fellowship, and the Quest itself, the fall of Sauron and the beginning of a new age. The narrative of that encounter is summed up with the words: "A chance-meeting, as we say in Middle-Earth."

And thus entangled with the irrational hope of this blogger is the possibility that in such a humble corner of cyberspace as here, just as in a back-room of the inn at Bree, something might yet be set in motion that could save the world.

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

It's all so strangely connected

No harm done, they said. She was probably just a pencil-pusher with a desk job, they said. What's the big deal, anyway, they said. That was then. Apparently, this also was then:
Reports: Plame Was Monitoring Iran Nukes When Outed

So who's going to be held responsible for Iran's new-clear program entering the Fact-Free Zone? Hmm, lemme guess.... In the Accountability-Free Zone of our fearless leaders, the only people who get shot at are the messengers.

Or maybe we'll eventually learn that Valerie was finding out, and reporting to her superiors, that Iran was actually, as they now insist, wanting to enrich uranium for alternative power, not for weapons. Of course, with the damage to our intelligence capabilites diminished following her outing, we have lost access to sources that could have confirmed or refuted that. What to do when you don't know and now can't find out? Better safe than sorry, eh? Two birds with one stone...

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Thursday, April 20, 2006

See The Kingdom (another shameless plug)

See The Kingdom

It appears that the site listed above wants more traffic. I'm trying to help. Is that so wrong?

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Saturday, April 15, 2006

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Looky, looky

Some well-reasoned thoughts....
Iraq and the Legacy of Abraham

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Sunday, April 09, 2006

Death and taxes....

.... the only two things that are sure, according to the reputed wisdom of Poor Richard, the alter ego of Benjamin Franklin. At least, that's the way the story goes. Well, death seems a sure thing, and we've dealt with more than our usual share of it lately, leading to the grim subtitle of this particular space. As you may know, in some views of the way the world works, Death is a friend that hovers over a person's left shoulder, providing helpful guideance toward that inevitable moment when one takes flight, beyond the left shoulder, into... the great beyond.

Taxes, of course, are another matter. They can be dodged, cut, deferred, delayed, avoided, evaded, but of course the categorical imperative kicks in (Thank You, Emmanuel) and since now everybody's doing it, the burden of how to pay for today's excesses falls not quite squarely on the shoulders of the unborn, who must at all costs be allowed to come into the world, because God loves future taxpayers, especially the ones who are going to be born rich enough to know how to game the system. God bless 'em, every one. Pass the pudding.

I've taken the high road, filled out my filing, and claimed my own personal refund from my so-much-more-than-bankrupt government. Evidently it's the patriotic thing to do, since the official word is that deficits don't matter. Heigh-ho.

On a day perhaps not unlike this one, a taxpayer in ancient Judea, who didn't mind giving the image of Caesar back to Caesar, borrowed a donkey for a few minutes or hours (hm, under current IRS rules he would have had to report the rental value of the animal as income, and of course if he did any favors for the owner, maybe a healing, then said person would owe the gummint a percentage of the value of health services rendered.... but I digress). He faced the twin evils of taxes and of death with equal equanimity, it seems, giving both their due and, as the tale is told, emerging all the richer (and more alive) for all that. But some of that is next week's story. This is a tale in which everybody wants to be on the side of the good guys, no matter what role in the drama they have played. This week's special: the rehabilitation of Judas Iscariot.

Hail, George Orwell.

Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is Strength. War is peace. And, apparently, treachery is loyalty.

Is this a great planet, or what?

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Friday, April 07, 2006

It has to be said...

Now that Apple Computer has quietly made it known that its new Intel-based Macs will be able to dual-boot into Windows, we finally will have a basis for benchmark comparisons which will be.... well.... Apples to Apples.

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

adding to the white noise of the infosphere


Since it seems to be the thing to do to proliferate personae in various places, here is yet another venue for the same. This blog exists essentially for the purpose of giving me an identity for commenting on the posts of others, but who knows? The standard cyber-intro will follow shortly. Or not.

This page intentionally left content-free. Watch this space for more information.

Still watching?

Never mind, then. Get a life.

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