Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Episode VI: A New Hope Strikes Back (Working Title)

Dear readers,

I'm now trying to write with some regularity. The goal for me was at least once a month, but every time something fantastic, depressing, or in any way meaningful happens to me, I spend quite a bit of time thinking about it and almost no time writing about it. Thus, by the time I remember I have a blog, most of these events have mentally passed me by, and I end up sitting at my computer late at night trying to force myself to write about something. However, I'm determined to keep myself writing, and that being said, I think it's a good time to discuss the vast realm of uncertainty that encompasses most of my life and, I'm sure, the lives of millions of others. I have no plan for this post, so we'll see how it turns out.

Uncertainty, now that I think about it, isn't quite the correct word for what I'm trying to convey. Uncertainty is universal; it's the emotional form of what it means to be human and finite. What I'm experiencing in particular, however, is a sense of aimlessness, which often accompanies uncertainty but should never be mistaken for it. The difference is that uncertain people with an aim know exactly what they would like to happen, even if they have no assurance it will happen. Aimless people not only lack a prediction of life; they lack an immediate opinion of it.

I have a foot in this category. My greatest concern at present is a vague and undetermined future in which my situation is different than it is now. I have some ideas of how I'd like it to be different, but the idea of gaining independence and, by virtue of that independence, being forced out of my luxurious passivity in life, is somewhat frightening. In other words, I like being aimless, mainly because it's easy. In fact, I've used community college to help me extend that period of minimal planning. I've even excelled at it because it's been the one thing I've had to worry about. However, as my second and final year at PCC begins, it's becoming more and more necessary for me to come to terms with the complicated business of really living, of figuring out what I want to do for the next two, five, ten years, so I can then start figuring out how to do it.

The problem, however, is that annoying, uncomfortable, impossible command, "Do not worry about tomorrow." What on earth does that mean? It's a command for us to leave certain aspects of our lives to God, including our futures and our concern about them, because that uncertainty, even if we have an aim, is unyielding. We cannot know what will happen to us, and assuming that we have so much control over our own lives is unrealistic, even on a practical, day-to-day level. What we want may not happen. Millions of people around the globe are denied their dreams and wishes, even when those wishes are just food and shelter. Though we are blessed beyond imagining to live in a place where people choose their careers, to assume it is anything but a blessing is foolish. So what is our reaction? Where is the line between arrogance and apathy? How can we be actively living and planning for the future (especially for those with families) without also worrying?

And this is where faith and hope seem to come in. These intangible, illogical reactions to doubt and uncertainty are commandments to the followers of Christ. To people trying to figure out how to pay for college, it makes no sense to say "Do all that you can and put all your doubt, fear, worry, frustration, and everything else that you lack on God." That doesn't pay bills. However, we are obliged by the blessings we've already received to trust God. We are compelled by His very nature to trust him. We are commanded to find security in a God whose actions sometimes seem contradictory in the midst of an insecure world. We do this because it's the only way to live. We do it because if we didn't, we would have only our finite selves to rely on in a world that devours and ignores the finite. We cast our fears from the impossible to the Unseen. And in this hope, which doesn't pay for college, which doesn't secure a job, which doesn't result in a family, or a home, or food, or clothing, in that hope we move on. In that hope we realize our weakness, but we don't resign to futility.

That being a rant, it ended up a ways from where it began. To round it off, I believe aimlessness is something to be overcome. It's not easy; I remember freshman year of high school, being asked repeatedly what I wanted to do with my life. Five years and a few months later, the question isn't much easier to answer. However, one thing I would say to anyone trying to answer is this- don't be afraid to ask anything of God. One prevalent lesson in our culture is to dream big because you can do anything. You can't- not alone, at least. Everything has to fall into place, and you have to pursue it. But aimlessness doesn't help you fulfill anything; it either ends in timely recognition or lifelong regret. Once it's conquered, you have only uncertainty to face, and the Rock of Ages in your corner.

In closing, Peter Rollins, a contemporary pastor, once said that "to believe is human; to doubt divine." I respectfully believe that he is, in some aspects, mistaken. Doubt and uncertainty are our natural reactions to 1) our lack of omniscience, and 2) our recognition of our own limits. Given these circumstances, doubt is incredibly human. We don't know what's going to happen in the next thirty seconds, we know that we don't know, and it can scare us. Hope, however, is God's answer to our uncertainty. It is His gift to help us face the reality of our existence in a world much greater than ourselves. Hope is indeed divine.


P.S. I meant this post to be a bit lighter, so the title is a bit quirky for the subject matter, but I'll go ahead and keep it.
P.S.S. I understand that those who don't believe in God also have hopes and also face uncertainty every day, and they rise above it. Hope is not exclusive to the religious, but the alternative seems, at least to me, depressing.


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Tree Falling Revisited

If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? This question is often used in philosophy to ask the question of how much of existence is based upon perception. It's sort of a riddle; how on earth can any of us prove that it makes a sound if no one is there to witness the sound? And yet it seems ridiculous that something that scientifically should make a sound just wouldn't because of the lack of someone's perception. It basically leads us to wonder if anything exists without someone there to perceive it. I mean, let's face it; how can you be sure that the minute you leave your house, as you aren't there to perceive it, it doesn't simply disappear? I mean, it'll be there when you get back, and it doesn't seem to make sense that it would cease to exist while you go to the gym, but how can you be sure?

Well, seeing as the riddle is meant to poke fun at us and make us think, let's poke fun at the riddle.

Let's go ahead and assume that existence is based on perception, and that said tree that falls in the woods with no observers around makes no sound, because there is no one to hear. Why stop there? Unless someone is deaf, they probably couldn't be close enough to see, smell, touch, or taste the tree if they can't hear it falling. Since this tree thus can't be perceived by any means, it's safe to conclude, based on our earlier assumptions, that the tree, having no perceivable properties, simply does not exist. Problem being, the statement is still a conditional. If a tree is falling in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? The two conditions are that the tree falls (to fall, it probably has to exist first) and that no one can be around to hear it (and logically, with few exceptions, also see, smell, etc.= perceive it). So if this tree, with no one around to perceive it, can somehow struggle on, exist, and even fall (little trooper), then I think it's fair enough to say that it would also retain its properties of sound.

So with this line of thinking, the answer is yes, the tree does make a sound. Or, if you're a cynic and wish to add all those exceptions and possibilities, like a deaf person who can't hear the tree but can otherwise perceive it, then at worst the answer is sometimes. In conclusion, if you've stuck with this entire thing, you either really like philosophy or you're really bored. In either case, this post came from my own boredom and one of those ideas that seemed really cool because I was so bored. It may be much less interesting (or accurate) than I first thought. At any rate, it's an interesting idea to propose to your philo professor.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

West Coast Trip Journal

- CA: 4/17-18

o SLO- The trip started out cool. We packed up the night before and headed out really early in the morning. We headed all the way out to SLO, where Toby, Pino, and I got to check out the campus. It was kinda nice. The main stuff was all agricultural and engineering buildings. While we saw some cool stuff, like the prosthetic hand with tendons, and the uber-nerd fighting club (Icarus, we need a test dummy!), I don’t think I’d go there, however. Elissa loaded us up with a ton of free food though, which was really nice of her.

o Berkeley- Cal had such an amazing college feel. I really, really loved it. I can’t remember wanting to go to a college that much in a long, long time. I love the idea of a college town. I love the idea of having a bunch of people that I know being able to hang out literally anywhere because of an entire town geared to college teenagers. And we got to see Iana again, which was awesome.


- Oregon 4/18-4/20


o It took us awhile to finally cross the border, which was just an anticlimactic sign. When we finally did, it was amazing. There’s no smog there. I could see father than perhaps ever before. There was a stretch where I could see what I’m sure was over thirty miles of fields and mountains. I literally thought for a moment that the entire earth was encompassed in my line of sight. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. I loved England and its scenery, but there was something so much more full in the view I had there. An everyday scene in which all the beautiful features of land were vaguely grouped together so that all one saw was one heavenly patch of green. It was fantastic. We reached Sam’s cousin’s house in the evening. Michelle, her husband George, and her brother Nick and his wife ate dinner with us. Nick was cool- talked about accents and Python and Black Adder. We explored Portland the next day. Another city with a river through it- thought of London. Went down Hawthorne Street and did a bit of shopping. Got a nice shirt and a CD. There’s no sales tax in Portland, so it set me back a little less than I thought. Jackpot. I doubt I’ll be able to get any Whitworth stuff though, which is just as well, because I am not certain I'm going there. Later, we went down to the river- Sam and Jordan smoked their pipes, and I got a nice view of part of metropolis Portland. It was actually really cool. I really like Portland, even though it’s kind of a hipster-stoner town. I still really feel like I could live there and love it. Then again, I’m both easily pleased and fickle, so I would probably be very happy for about a year, then find stuff to complain about. We later went out on Michelle’s roof. Jordan made a very profound comment: “Do you think we’ll ever be doing this again in our lives? Sitting on a Portland rooftop smoking our pipes?” The comment’s profundity came from the fantastic nature of our settings. We were on a beautiful house, looking over a wonderful neighborhood after a fantastic day, and we were having an experience in beauty and happiness in the peak years of our youth that will be so anchored in nostalgia for the rest of our lives that we can only idealize the moment; we can only see ourselves, sitting on that roof, smoking pipes (in the case of Jordan and Sam), enjoying a trip with our closest friends. It must have been even more so for Jordan; today was his birthday. Even if we did do that again, I don’t think it would be the same as today. I don’t think it will be as idealized. But it was a reality worth idealizing; it was that good an experience, as simple as it was. Overall, today was awesome.


Washington- 4/20-4/23


o This morning, Tuesday, we left Portland early. We were on the road for about three hours, and we crossed to Washington. Much more of an event than the crossing to Oregon. The border was an actual river, not just a sign. My longing for a grand change of scenery came. Washington is pretty different from Oregon. Oregon had lots of green, but not nearly as many trees as Washington. I could almost immediately start seeing the change. Giant trees started appearing everywhere. We got to Seattle around noon. We visited Seattle Pacific University, and it was fantastic. After that and Berkeley, I’m very determined to go to non-community college. We all got a tour of the campus, then Jordan, Pino, and I got an appointment with a transfer counselor.

o Seattle Part 2: Today we explored Seattle a bit. Got to eat lunch at SPU dining hall. All you can eat. If I ever get a meal plan, I’ll have to be incredibly careful not to overeat- it’s so incredibly tempting. Went to downtown Seattle- saw the original Starbucks and Pike’s Place Market, which had lots of cool stuff, but was very overpriced. Got to go to a park at night which had an incredible view of the city. It’s really a lovely town.


- Spokane

o Whitworth Day 1: The drive was a bit different than we expected. The first hour or so took us through that part of the Washington landscape that everyone wants to see. We went through a mountain range that was filled with snow, trees, and even a couple lakes. After a while though, there was a large stretch of desert that resembled California very depressingly. We finally got to Spokane; it was really nice, unlike what we were told back in Seattle. Whitworth, at this point, seems fantastic. The campus is large, but enclosed; it’s bigger than SPU, I think, but it feels like a very communal setting. The dorm host Jordan and I got was cool. He resembles Paul Rudd a lot. The other guys in the dorm are cool; Jeff is definitely the Jordan of the group, which is funny. I really like the dorm atmosphere at Whitworth, if that makes sense. I know it’s only one lucky sampling I got, but still, it seems nice. Like Sam, I’m very certain that I will be attending college in one of two places. Unlike Sam, I have the blessing of a little more time to figure it out. Anyway, I really like Whitworth so far. The memo to me would be to fly here though; the drive was amazing for a road trip; but it would be such a pain in the butt to go back and forth to school via a car. The other thing; the theology program really appeals to me. I remember being incredibly certain that if I ever had the fortune to go to a Christian school, I would have at least one of my studies be theology. There is no shortage of opportunity for that here. My dorm host is minoring in three different types of Biblical studies; he’s a linguist (heck yes!). Heck, if you can (as Brian has) study for multiple minors, then I think my choice at Whitworth is clear; major: economics, minor: theology, history. Maybe linguistics or biblical languages as a third minor. Again, lofty, but if possible, just try and stop me. Anyway, that’s something to explore; number of possible minors.

o Day 2: We got the tour of Whitworth. It’s a really beautiful campus, and it has a bunch of really cool buildings. I got to sit in on two classes; the first was a theology class in which we heard a really interesting talk on sanctification. The main premise was that the modern apparent understanding of the word sanctification- the transferring of holiness to oneself from Christ as one grows in Christianity- is wrong. We cannot actually, in this life, really gain holiness-theoretically, if we could, we could reach perfection, I suppose. What we can do is gain a deeper understanding of our unholiness, the contrast to God’s holiness, and the grace that suspends us from ourselves. This, according to the professor, is sanctification. I’m still not entirely sure what I thought of the class- it gave me a lot to think about and it really excited me as to the possibilities of attending a school with a theology program. The other class was an economics class, which was very interesting. The professor struck me as very helpful and very concerned about the welfare of his students, which I love. We ended up leaving Whitworth at around 5 pm. The journey home was long and somewhat uncomfortable, though we did pass through Idaho, Montana, Utah, and Nevada on our way home. It is really nice to be home, though now we have to go back to school- ah, well. Now there’s something for all of us to look forward to.


Afterword: Sam will be attending Whitworth University in Fall of 2010.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

My year in review... take that, Dave Barry

Howdy, all!
A year ago, I decided to take up blogging because I was experiencing a bunch of new things spiritual, social, and academic, and thought that some of the more important points should be shared with the world. And so they should- I believe God rarely gives us meaningful experiences, good or bad, just for us to withhold to ourselves. However, since my last post, I have graduated from high school, had a few spiritual aha! moments, and taken a community college philosophy course- watch out! So since I'm so much wiser from finishing my first semester in college, I'll be posting more stuff now; and another major change is that the posts will rarely be as long as the first. Lengthy posts take too much time to write, and I have trouble formulating ideas past opening paragraphs sometimes. It's the main reason I haven't gotten anything done in a year. I'll instead take a page from the books of some of my friends who blog and just say, in as many or as few words as I can effectively write, whatever adventures I have or confusing issues I struggle with. Feel free to comment on any of the stuff I post; most of it will probably end with open-ended questions. Keep posted!

harrison

Monday, January 19, 2009

I am Second and H'auton Ekenosyn

God has given me an amazing new year. I decided to start blogging on December 31st, the day I turned 18. And here I am, three weeks later, finally starting. I wanted to wait until I had something to write about. And now I have a ton of material. In the few past weeks of 2009, God has given me several ups and downs, and perspective on it all. Sharing that perspective, putting it down in writing, might help others, I don't know. However, I hope that it will, since as our retreat speaker said, ministry is storytelling. Here's the story of 2009 so far:

I'm a chaplain at Maranatha High School. This job gave me a lot of concern about things I couldn't necessarily handle. The present chaplains came in at a time at MHS of a lot of spiritual apathy. The school needed to be revived, and for some reason, I saw it as my duty to make that happen. How foolish and arrogant is that? What revival can any of us cause? It took a lot of time and some understanding of revival just to see how wrong I was. This is where 2009's Spiritual Life Retreat comes in, and proves to be among the greater blessings God has given me.

This was the first Spiritual Life Retreat I'd been to. Our theme:Are You Ready for Revival? By the time I was on the way to the camp, I already had a picture in my mind of what was going to happen. The camp was going to be fun, many people would see their friends, but although I believed and hoped for revival at SLR, I can't honestly say I was expecting it. The retreat itself turned out to be so much different than I thought, and to describe how, another little story needs to be told.

As part of ASB this year, the advisors gave as a gift to us silver rings with the inscription He Auton Ekenosyn, Greek for "He emptied Himself" This was to serve as a reminder of the ultimate humility in service that Christ gave, and the service we were committed to. He gave us everything, and poured Himself out for us to do so. I thought it was just a really cool gift until I went to SLR.

Our speaker, Chris Simning, has had a muscular disease for over twenty years that has affected his movements and speech. He was one of the best speakers imaginable, and the perfect pick for a weekend of revival. He spoke of the pain and the other "giants" in our lives that make us stagnant. That become obstacles between ourselves and God. He spoke of the difficulties he's faced, and how becoming stagnant is so easy, so natural, when pain and troubles come our way. He also spoke of how God can use these obstacles for a greater good. Later in the weekend, I became surprised, at the goodness of God of all things, when the revival that I had prayed so hard for but doubted so much displayed itself in front of me. My own cabin had half of its members determine to make significant changes in following Christ. The last evening of the retreat, we broke bread together, and several people were weeping in each others' arms, showing how Christ had affected them. The following day, several came up and expressed the great changes thathad occured at this retreat. The power of God was clearly seen in reviving so many at this camp.

And that's when it hit me. He Auton Ekenosyn. He emptied Himself. God denies us nothing, despite what we choose to see. He pours Himself out to benefit us. There is pain, yes, but from that He brings purpose. Chris' message was so effective because he knew pain, he knew suffering. He also knew revival, in a way that most of us never could have. From Chris' suffering, God brought salvation to many through Chris' words. Likewise, He brought purpose and revival to so many at SLR who thought they were going through pains far too harsh to be healed, or obstacles too great to renew a relationship with God. This revival was one of the greatest things I've ever witnessed at MHS.

But what did this do to my expectation? It shattered it. My doubt of revival was gone. When the students were allowed open microphone time to share their experience of SLR, they always finished with the phrase "I am Second", second to God, the servant of God. And God brought that home for me in a very wonderful way. He simply shattered all my ideas of what revival would be. I thought, well-studied individual that I am, that I knew so much about how this weekend was going to go, and what to expect from God. As I learned for the hundredth time, my ideas are not His ideas, my plans are not His plans, my ways are not His ways. He destroyed any idea I had of how this weekend would go, and replaced it with something altogether better.

And so, to close my very first blog entry, I would say that whatever pain you have in your life, whatever sorrow, and whatever expectation that give you in the future, just remember two things. The first is that God has spared nothing to benefit us. Whatever we might interpret as pain may bring us greater joy in the future. Trust of God, in the joyous times and the painful, is crucial. The second is that we do not know what God has planned. My plans, our plans are nothing by comparison. We do not know what the future holds, so our duty as Christians is to act as He tells us, every moment, and to trust that He will use those actions to bring about something far greater than anything we can offer. He Auton Ekenosyn. Remember that. And now, to close appropriately for SLR, My name is Harrison Seidel, and I am Second.