“I believe that many who find that 'nothing happens' when they sit down, or kneel down, to a book of devotion, would find that the heart sings unbidden while they are working their way through a tough bit of theology with a pipe in their teeth and a pencil in their hand.”
C.S. Lewis - Introduction to "On the Incarnation" by St. Athanasius
08.28.07
Posted in Literature at 10:43 am by Adam B.
If there is anything I hate in literature more than poor writing it is lengthy description. Its not that I’m some action whore and cannot wait for things to get moving, it is more that I have a difficult time picturing what authors are describing so description becomes cumbersome to my mind. I started to read a fantasy book by Terry Brooks in middle school. The book was large and the print was small. In the first two pages the author described a room, specifically a desk in a room. That was enough for me. I have been gun shy against him ever since.
While I hate description in general I love description of persons. So far the only two authors to blow me away in this category are women, Jane Austin and now Harriet Beecher Stowe. Despite the weighty material in Uncle Tom’s Cabin I often find myself laughing out loud and how perfectly she describes people, their motives, looks and idiosyncrasies. Especially satisfying are her conversations between men and women. Even the best husband (that I have read so far) has no clue how to understand his wife. While there is no mistaking her intelligence and sophistication the man cannot comprehend it, so he tries to accommodate his weaker and more emotional half in many ways, but each only proves he knows nothing of the fairer sex. Still the wife appreciate the misguided effort and his sincere desire to please her. The conversations between this couple are as subtle as real life, and just as humorous to an outsider looking in at any real live couple. You can sense in Stowe a liberated woman just waiting for the men of her generation to catch up, yet happy in her place in time and existence all the same.
I provide a brief reading here so you can get a feel for what I am talking about. Now, I hate reading quotes and excerpts in other people blogs, so feel free to pass over this and pick up after the italics if you are so inclined.
Now, little Mrs. Bird was a discreet woman, – a woman who never in her life said, “I told you so!” and on the present occasion, though pretty well aware of the shape her husband’s meditations were taking, she very prudently forbore to meddle with them, only sat very quietly in her chair, and looked quite ready to hear her liege lord’s intentions, when he should think proper to utter them… [he proceeds to announce that he must agree with her and help the slave get to Canada even though he is a senator that just past a law forbidding it]… “Your heart is better than your head in this case, John,” said the wife, laying her little white hand on his. “Could I ever have loved you, had I not known you better than you know yourself?” And the little woman looked so handsome, with the tears sparkling in her eyes, that the senator thought he must be a decidedly clever fellow, to get such a pretty creature into such a passionate admiration of him.
Every chapter brings new characters and new conversations that delight and inspire me to work harder at my own observations. It is this realism she brings to her work that makes here conclusion inescapable: blacks are just as human as whites. While it almost sounds prejudice to say such a thing in our day it was a shocking conclusion in hers, but inescapable because of her sensitivity to the heart and soul of every person.
If you are averse to reading Austin because she wrote “girly” books, try Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Her understanding and appeal to the human heart is unmatched in anything I have read before.
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08.19.07
Posted in Literature at 10:30 pm by Adam B.
I am reading again. (For those friends making suggestions I haven’t forgotten you, I just haven’t been to a library lately.) I have a few books left in my house I still need to read and one of them is Uncle Tom’s Cabin. It is arguably the most influential works by an American writer in the 19th century and was written by a woman who had never written a book before. I have just read a few chapters.
Early on we see a small worship service in the negro’s home on the plantation property. The son of the landowner reads the scripture and they all sing and pray together. A few things about her description of this scene have caught my attention.
1. They use the same Bible some churches still use today, the KJV. This impresses me because the language in the book, even though it was published in the 1850s, is not that different from our own. Surely the KJV was as difficult for them to understand as it is today, but it was all they had. Still, it is incredible to think that I can dust the the exact same book off my shelf that was read and inspired the world so long ago. The slaves and slave owners both read the same book and followed the same Jesus that I follow.
2. They sang some of the same songs we sing today. In their service Stowe describes them singing a song that I believe is On Jordan’s Stormy Bank. This song was recently covered by Jars of Clay on their Songs of Redemption album. I didn’t have to imagine this quaint group singing, I could hear it. It is unreal to me that the same book and the same song they used could be heard in some churches today. From a marketing standpoint that might be repulsive, but historically and culturally it is beautiful.
3. They worship the same as we do today. To hear her describe what went on there you’d think you were in a pentecostal church. This book, written over 50 years before the legendary Azuza street revival that kicked off the pentecostal movement, perfectly captures every practice pentecostals are know for, except speaking in tongues. I have heard it said that Pentecostalism is noting more than negro religion taken up by the white man. I can see why they might say that. From the singing to the praying and the shouting and the enthusiasm, a remarkable parallel.
Stowe is thoroughly descriptive and sensitive to the slave’s plight. The work is gripping because it is real and yet so unbelievable. Her foreshadowing in these first few chapters makes me scared to read on.
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08.16.07
Posted in Uncategorized at 4:30 pm by Adam B.
Is that really me?
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08.14.07
Posted in Life at 10:08 pm by Adam B.
I bought a bike. It’s what people do here. Didn’t want to pay full price so I waited ’til a garage sale had one in stock. Twenty bucks. The owner let it sit out in rain once. I bought a lock but I am not sure which is protecting which. “Nice lock… but I’d hate to steal that bike to get it.” They have a symbiotic relationship.
The first thing I had to do was adjust the gears. It’s a ten speed but only five were going when I rode it home. I adjusted a few screws and BAM five more speeds. I rock. Next I adjusted the rear brake. After seven or eight tweaks with no improvement I decided to try wiping the WD-40 off the wheel frame. I must have missed that lesson on fixyourbikeyourselfyounerd.com.
It had its christening yesterday as rode it into town. Half-way there I begin feel grinding rubber slowing me down every time I peddled. The breaks you ask? Have you already forgotten I adjusted them myself? No, it wasn’t the breaks. The bolt holding the rear wheel was loose. The owner must have missed that in his twelve point inspection before he sold it to me. So here I am in the middle of town with a loose bolt and no wrench. So I asked myself, “What would Macgyver do?” I checked my pockets. All I had were my keys and some receipts. I pulled my carabiner off my key chain and compared it to the size of the bolt. A perfect fit. In no time we were back in action.
I may have inherited some of my dad’s mechanical genius yet. Maybe next I’ll try something really wild and adjust the seat.
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08.08.07
Posted in Life at 12:17 pm by Adam B.
I have been experimenting more with WordPress, an open-source online system for building websites. This site is built with it and I recently developed a page for one of my teachers who has a line of t-shirts and hats (Theta Threads) and I just finished the first draft of llamabottle.com, a site for Chrissy to sell her photos. (Don’t worry Steve, I have only been coding in the early morning and late at night when I am no good for writing).
So far WordPress has been a dream. All the code is written in php which means that all the sites can have dynamic menus and all the web 2.0 (that means user-interactive) features you could want. Since it is open-source it is free to use, if you already have your own web space, and it is 100% customizable. No more constraints from the 5 blogger themes available, there are 100s of user generated themes that look very professional. For someone stylistically challenged like myself this could be the biggest advantage of all.
The other advantage of WordPress being open-source is that users are constantly writing new code (plugins) that enhance its already robust functionality. On Chrissy’s website I installed a picture manager called NextGEN that creates all the layouts and slideshows and it manages all the pictures for me. This was written by some guy in Germany (I think) who took four other picture managers and combined all their features into one awesome plugin. (Again, he could only do this because every things is open-source). Because of his pluging I don’t need to go to some outside page like flicker to manage and display my photos, I can host and control everything myself.
Since WordPress is blogging software it has a great back door for adding content. I can generate sites for people and setup all their links and they can add all the content themselves. No more managing pages for people who don’t know code! Woo hoo.
The next stage in my WordPress development is to add a store. We’ll see how that goes. In the mean time check out Chrissy’s page and post some comments about her lovely work. (Did I mention all her photos were edited using UFRaw and Gimp, two rad Open-source photo editors?)
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08.06.07
Posted in Worship at 9:45 am by Adam B.
I have noticed a trend; people are rarely satisfied with the denomination in which they were raised. This was not the case a century ago. In the past people identified themselves as “methodists”, “lutherans”, “baptists”. The ties were so fierce marriage outside the denomination was discouraged. “Dagnabit Irene, you know we baptists don’t hang out with them there lutheranians.” This is seldom true today. If postmodernism has taught us anything good it is this: we should not be overconfident that we have everything right 100% of the time. My generation is more open to cooperation outside our own narrow fold… as long as they aren’t Catholic… and don’t cuss… at least not in church.
This trend has been attributed to our generational distinctive. Our grandparents were loyal to their church and their company from the day they crossed the threshold into work and religion. My generation feels that employers are not interested in the well being of their employees. They pay as little as possible and keep benefits as minimal as government will allow so the Man can keep his dragon’s share. Churches are like every other industry, only interested in numbers and not me as an individual. Why offer loyalty to another big business that only wants me for one more tally in their numbers game? If I have to go to church it will be on my terms and they must cater to me, just like every other business I patronize. A caricature of my generation.
Apart from this trend of consumeristic and suspicious thinking I have also noticed that, in denominational transfers, certain denominations logically lead to others. For example, baptists tend to turn liturgical, specifically episcopal . Why? Because if you have grown up baptist you may feel they only offer hype with no substance and structure. Baptists want people to come into the church and get saved. Every service begins with a call to salvation and ends with an alter call. (They used to call them altar calls until they realized no baptist really knows what an altar is.) They see hypocrites in their church and think, “these hypocrites are here because we are all shallow in the faith.” After a half a lifetime of this the well thought out structure and depth of liturgy is appealing.
Episcopals in turn become pentecostal. After half a lifetime of reading the same prayers, psalms and “peace be with you”s it can seem rote. They doubt that anyone can really mean what they are saying week after week. They see hypocrites in their church and think, “these people are all fakers and no one really means what they say.” Then a friend brings them to a pentecostal service and people are shouting out, dancing, and waving banners. They compare this enthusiasm with their church and think, “yes, this is what true devotion and affection looks like, not reading dead words out of some little red prayer book.”
Pentecostals in turn become baptists, or, if that is too hard for them to stomach, non-denominational. (In truth all non-denominational churches are baptist ashamed of their name.) Why? Maybe they couldn’t manage the second baptism and felt left out. Maybe they faked speaking in tongues growing up so their parents would be happy but now they don’t care what their parents think. Or maybe it was those hypocrites in their church who had so much enthusiasm on Sunday but treat other people like dirt. So why do they turn baptist? As much as they hate to admit it, pentecostals are baptists with an extra shot of HS power. They might disagree over “once saved always saved” but by the time someone is ready to give up on the charismatic gifts they are ready to be saved forever.
In two generations a family could easily end up back in the church they started from. While I have not seen this entire cycle played out over several generations I have seen each piece on a number of occasions. I suppose other cycles exist that encompass all variety of protestants, and even catholics and the orthodox. So what does this all mean? You tell me.
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