Yearly Archives: 2007

God’s Blessings at Biaggis

Today is our anniversary–18 years. Pastor Tim called attention to it during the service, and asked me the secret to marriage. Standing at the keyboard, I moved to my microphone and said, “Listen to my wife and do everything she says.” The ladies seemed to enjoy my response.

biaggis.jpgAfter church Pam and I ate at Biaggis, a wonderful Italian restaurant. We go there maybe once a year, and often in conjunction with our anniversary. The place is expensive. Our bill, before tip, was an uncannily even $50. I had Shrimp Oregonata, which I order nearly every time.

As we sat down, we heard a large group sing “The Doxology.” Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise him all creatures here below….”. That was their prayer for the meal. It was a good-sized church group, mostly older people. And that got me to thinking about the mere idea of holding a church get-together at a place like Biaggis.

We would never do that at Anchor. Unthinkably expensive. Some people could afford it, but not most. For too many, going to Lee’s Chicken would be as much as they could afford…if that. I remember when we took Carolyn and Allen to Bob Evans, and Allen, in 27 years, had never eaten there. At a Bob Evans.

But here was a large church group, and when they asked each other, “Where should we go to eat?”, somebody suggested Biaggis, and everyone said, “That sounds good.” For those people who thanked God for whom all blessings flow, money is not an issue. I think I can safely assume that their church is located in the suburbs.

And they would probably be puzzled by my musings. I would have been puzzled, before we went to Anchor eight years ago. I saw no problem with eating at nice restaurants; it was something to which we were entitled, due to our incomes. We gave it no thought. The position of the poor in Fort Wayne was nowhere on our radar. Being a good Republican, I would have argued that if poor people got off their duffs and worked, they could have flowing blessings and eat at places like Biaggis, too. Simplistic and naive and clueless and altogether wrong. I’m sure God just smiled and thought, “Steve dosn’t get it now, but someday he’ll at least start to get it.”

But the underclasses are firmly on my radar now. I think about our flow of blessings all the time, and the comparative lack of flowing blessings among other people who also love God. People who are now my friends, my brothers and sisters in Christ. I reflected on the act of paying $50 for a meal, even once a year for a special anniversary meal. I am very pleased that I think about this stuff all the time. Because I once was oblivious, and now I’m not. Jesus was never oblivious about this.

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iChat and the Chinese Firewall

Two days ago at work, about 11:30 am, I received an iChat instant message from Erinn. Erinn is in China, working with a group from Huntington University that is teaching teachers of English in Zhuhai City, a major city in China. It’s a very neat opportunity. Erinn worked in my office until last November, when she accepted a high school teaching job.

Anyway, Erinn said some plans had changed, and she needed to do a presentation. But she was having trouble gathering photos for a PowerPoint presentation. She just needed some photos of typical American sports–basketball, baseball, football, soccer, golf, etc. She tried Google images, but the vaunted Great Firewall of China wouldn’t let her find anything. Evidently American sports photos are considered enemies of the state. She had been trying for a good while, but in vain.

So she was wondering if I could help her out. Could I use my graphics resources to send her some suitable photos. I have a good library of photos on my computer, and among them were some sports photos, which I quickly located. I dropped a football photo into the iChat window and hit the Return button. A few seconds later, the image having appeared on her screen, she responded, “Ooh, that’s a nice one.” Or something like that.

I dropped in photos of people playing other sports–basketball, golf, hockey, even skateboarding. All got through. Amazing. I drag a photo into a message field, send it, and almost immediately it appears on Erinn’s screen on the other side of the world. Sometimes technology can be radically cool.

“It’s been a pleasure circumventing cyber tyranny,” I told her as we ended our chat. And I imagined Chinese cyberspooks, frustrated by their inability to stifle iChat, scrambling black helicopters and dour sunglassed men in black SUVs to Erinn’s IP node.

Apple iChat. Think Subversive.

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Connor Learns to Crawl

ConnorCrawling_200.jpgConnor started crawling two weeks ago, and now, he tools around everywhere. Getting into everything. Grabbing. Touching. Inflicting no small amount of anxiety on our cats. He hasn’t caught Jordi or Molly yet, but it’s just a matter of time before he sneaks up on one of them while they’re sleeping. Molly was sleeping peacefully when a baby hand touched her tail. She bolted with maximum haste.

Our house now features numerous barriers. A gate going into the kitchen. A crib blocking this route, boxes here and there, my accordion in yet another place. All to impede mobility.

The little guy continues to change our lives. I’m not sure I’m all that crazy about this crawling stuff. When he just laid in one place, flopping arms and legs but going nowhere–yes, those were the good ol’ days. Days now gone forever.

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Quick Prayers

We on the Anchor worship team once had a habit of saying to the congregation, “Let’s all bow for a quick word of prayer.” Or something like that. The important word was “quick.” Pastor Tim told us he would prefer that we not use “quick” and “prayer” together. It sounded like we wanted to rush through “prayer” to get to more interesting stuff. And he was exactly right.

And so, for the past couple of years, we’ve tried to wean ourselves away from that, and we’ve succeeded pretty well. But it’s fascinating how easily the word “quick” wants to keep inserting itself.

  • “Before the service starts, let’s get the worship team together for a quick prayer.”
  • Prior to a potluck: “Let’s all bow for a quick prayer, and then you can line for up for your food.”
  • “Before we launch into our board meeting agenda, Bill, would say a quick prayer for the meeting?”

Tonight, eight of us from Anchor went to the Union Chapel United Brethren church for a performance of Godspell by a group from Huntington University (my alma mater). It was very good. My brother Rick saw it last week and wrote on his blog that he enjoyed it, but found one of the performers to be annoying. Several of us were on the lookout, but couldn’t determine which one Rick was talking about. None of the cast members struck us as annoying.

Chris Kuntz, Anchor’s former worship leader, is now worship leader at Union Chapel. He introduced the group, and when they finished, he came up again to say a few words before the group did one last number. And Chris said something like, “In a moment I’m going to say a quick prayer, and then we’ll hear one more song.” Tim Bauman and I made contact and just smiled. Chris, who had, with Tim’s promptings, helped us nearly eradicate “quick” from our prayer lingo, had relapsed. He was still doing “quick” prayers.

Pastor Tim would be appalled.

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Summer Movie Round-up

Pam and I have seen five movies this summer. Didn’t realize it was that many until we counted them up. We go the first four months (at least through April 15) without seeing any movies at theaters. So all five of these have been in the past six weeks or so.

  • Shrek the Third. Pretty good. I’m afraid the whole Shrek thing may be losing its appeal for me. The first Shrek was great, the second one very good, this one…still plenty of laughs, but as if I was laughing at jokes I’d already heard.
  • Oceans 13. Pretty good. Not as good as Oceans 11.
  • Evan Almighty. Very good. We laughed a lot.
  • Live Free or Die Hard. Very good. Of course, we’re Die Hard fans, as well as Bruce Willis fans. And we love high body counts. And Justin Long is the Mac guy in the Mac/PC commercials, and we’re most definitely Macintosh people. So of course we loved this movie.
  • Transformers.Okay. We saw it this afternoon. Kinda cheesy, but some good action. If they do a sequel, I’ll skip it.
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Lucky 7 Day

Today’s the perfect day: 7/7/07. The 7th day of the 7th month of the 7th year. Two months ago at my grandma’s funeral, my Aunt Ruthie said she was holding a party on this day. She was inviting 7 guests, I think they were having a 7-course meal, and I’m pretty sure the starting time was 7:07 pm. She was really building on the “seven” theme.

Lots of people are getting married today, adding a bit of Lucky 7 to their vows. Whatever works.

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Bacteria in Carts and in Office

Here’s a fun fact for you: 60% of grocery carts harbor the type of bacteria normally found on toilet seats. Think about it. The last person to use the cart sat a little kid in the basket, complete with drool-covered fingers. This is where you now lay your lettuce.

And a fun link: “How Cheney Abused His Power in War on Terror”, from Britain’s Sunday Telegraph. I’d already seen most of this, but never such a complete collection of Cheney’s Vice Dictator shenanigans.

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Strategic Sense in Anchor’s Neighborhood

We’ve got something pretty neat going on with these other four churches in our neighborhood. We held joint Sunday night services during Lent, and did a neighborhood Vacation Bible School a few weeks ago (the Mennonites hosted it, but Marsha from our church was the director).

Today we had a picnic in the park a couple of streets over from Anchor. Four of the five churches participated. Grace Presbyterian headed this up. They rented a big grill and organized a variety of games. It was nice. I’m thoroughly enjoying getting acquainted with these fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.

Fundamentalists fear being somehow contaminated or theologically compromised if they collaborate with other churches. I think there is some of that among us United Brethren–not fundamentalists (though we have our contingent), but conservative evangelicals. We’re leery, at least people “in the know” (as in, mostly ministers). Fortunately, this isn’t an issue at Anchor. Nor, I think, is it generally an issue with the rank-and-file UBs, who don’t “know enough” theologically to erect barriers between themselves and other Christians.

Not that Anchor would link arms with just anybody. We’re talking about just five of the churches in our zip code; there are more than that. Five like-minded local congregations. Church of Christ, United Methodist, Mennonite, Presbyterian, and United Brethren. There are other United Brethren churches in our city, but none in our neighborhood. Strategically, it makes sense to link arms with these four other churches. And so, we are.

More United Brethren churches need to do this type of thing. Larger churches don’t “need” to, from a strategical standpoint, or at least don’t think they need to. They have the resources to do things themselves, and have more of a “we can do it ourselves” mentality. In general. But for smaller churches, like Anchor, it makes a huge amount of sense.

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Paris Hilton – the New Nelson Mandela

Yep, I watched Larry King interview Paris Hilton last night. What a farce I am. Here is how the hour increased my understanding of this earthly plane of existence.

  • I am glad prison was a life-changing experience for Paris, and that she now intends to transcend the cartoonish blonde character she fashioned for herself, and which she plays with such aplomb. It reminds me of when Larry Flynt became a Christian, and when Michael Bloomberg became a Republican. Seems to be working out real well for them.
  • Too bad about that claustrophobia. Being in an 8×12 foot prison cell makes Paris feel hemmed in and causes her to freak out and go into hysterics. I will think about that every time I see her riding in a car. And you know I’ll be watching.
  • Her jailhouse writings were, uh…profound? I think that’s what she thought they were, as she proudly read them to millions of people. We seem to have found the successor to Kahlil Gibran. Paris is wise beyond her 26 years and GED. Proof that blondes not only have more fun, but can masterfully string together boatloads of cliches.
  • Paris is, of course, an utterly normal girl. I’m glad she emphasized that point. It was a revelation to me.

Okay, enough with easy targets. Paris, Nicole, Britney, Lindsey–you enrich our lives and give our sorry souls meaning. May you prosper, and always drive on a road where I’m not.

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Three Parkers and One Chandler

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During my vacation last week, I finished four books, all detective novels. No difficult or edifying reading.

Three of them were novels by Robert Parker, one from each of the series he has going right now. The first was “Sea Change,” the fifth book in the Jesse Stone series, the police chief in Paradise, Mass. Then I read “Blue Screen,” the fifth in the series about spunky private eye Sunny Randall. And then came “Bad Business,” the 30-somethingth Spencer novel. I’m actually behind on my Spencer reading; two other Spencer novels, written after “Bad Business,” also cohabit on my shelves.

The interesting thing is that Parker is cross-polinating (a very appropriate word) his characters. Jesse Stone has shown up in two previous Spencer books, and he was mentioned in “Bad Business.” In “Sea Change,” Stone interacted with Rita Fiore, a recurring character in Spencer novels. But it got real interesting in “Blue Screen.” Sunny Randall and Jesse Stone spent most of the book together, getting increasingly cozy. I believe Rita Fiore was mentioned. And then it turns out that Sunny’s therapist is Susan Silverman–Spencer’s girlfriend.

All of this makes Parker’s books great fun. I need to read more closely to pay attention to other overlaps.

Rather than launch into another Spencer book, I picked up Raymond Chandler’s “The Lady in the Lake.” Robert Parker (with PI Spencer) is considered the successor to Chandler (with PI Philip Marlowe). This was my fourth Chandler book. Chandler is amazing with slick analogies and witty turns of the tongue, and his plots are far more involved than Parker’s. You really need to read a Chandler book over a period of a couple of days, rather than piece it out over a longer period of time, because you’ll lose track of the characters and their sundry shenanigans. I spent two days on “The Lady in the Lake,” and for the first time, felt like I had a good handle on everything that happened in the book.

Chandler can be very funny. But in my view, Parker’s much funnier. Plus, Parker has a way of quickly defining unique characters. I’ve tried to figure out how he does it. He’ll introduce a character and tell a few things about him, and suddenly, I feel like I know the guy.

And then there’s Hawk. The banter between Spencer and Hawk is priceless, always entertaining, and frequently politically uber-incorrect, much to my delight. And they tend to kill a lot of people.

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