Friday, January 27, 2012

a new study.. this month, mormons

hello world, its been a while. join me for a second or two in a discussion.

with the new year, I've decided to study religions/denominations/beliefs more intently. in some ways i miss being a student. i miss the days i had immense amounts of information coming my way. course you dont have to be in school to have information, so let's talk about mormons.

Mormons believe some hebrews, known as the Lehi clan, came to the new world before Jesus was born. A man named Mormon wrote the records of this clan, and his son Moroni added records of the Jaredites. Many believe these were the native americans.

Many centuries later, Joseph Smith was a young american man searching to understand the many religions and find faith himself. He felt called by God that none of these religions were true and an angel appeared. This angel, Moroni, showed Joseph the templates with the records and accounts. Joseph interpreted them and this became the book of Mormon, seen as holy as the bible.

Mormons believe God is still working through a prophet to this day. Joseph started as the first prophet, others followed after him. With the prophet as the direct communicator to God, 2 counselors serve as vice-presidents under him. Then there is the Quorum of 12 apostolates and/or bishops. Over time, the movement fled west and it's main site was settled in Salt Lake City. To this day, their main
university provides an attraction to that area.

Mormons believe in Jesus Christ as a prophet, Joseph Smith as a prophet, the book of mormon, and the holy priesthood. The trinity is three literal beings of their own. Each human comes from heaven to earth as a test. The more godly you are, the better chance you have in being glorified in heaven. There are degrees of exualtation in heaven (like a caste system), with the highest being a god yourself. Here on earth, the number of children (and for some, the number of wives) greatly improves your chances in heaven. Therefore, the family is central to mormons, and celebacy is not an option. The family is so important, family members buy spaces for their non-mormon family members in heaven, sometimes even baptising those who have passed before knowing the faith. Marriages are so holy, it is believed to last through past death. This is how modern belief that we will see our loved ones in heaven came about.

Of note, "Mormon" is the name for the quote founder. Mormons are actually "the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints". They call themselves saints (everyone not mormon are gentiles)

Mormons are forbidden to do drugs, have tobacco, alcohol, and caffeine. Meat is to be ate sparringly. All young men are expected to obtain a form of priesthood. At a young age they begin proving themself worthy up until they can baptise others. at this point they are young men and are expected to do two years of missionary work. (this is where my mom would be like "right, the guys in the suits who go door to door") Missionaries can also be young women (only 18 months of service is necessary here) or older adults. Missionaries also support themselves financially, family can help.

The temple is central to Mormons, kinda like holy temples in the past. The temple is not for everyone, though. It can only be entered by worthy mormons. Mormons must go through an interview with a bishop to be deemed worthy, and if so able to go in, mormons wear all white to signify purity.

While I was reading different books on the religion, i was really thrown into a loop reading the
Prophet's Prey, by Sam Brower. The book looks into the Fundamentalist group of the mormon church. If you think mormons are strange, believe me-- things get lots weirder, cult-like, in fact. To this day there are people obediently following the crazy rulings of one dictoral prophet and living polygomist. It's funny what happens when people believe only one person can hear the direct ruling of God. How's the saying go.. absolute power absolutely destructs. Read the book.


feel free to make comments and correct things. as any other religion, it depends who you are around to show what is really practiced and what is just of the past.

Monday, December 5, 2011

just a word or two

Old Saint Nick?
The original "Old St. Nick" who inspired the tradition of Santa Claus, Nicholas was bishop of Myra in fourth-century Turkey. Little is known about his life except that he entrusted himself to Jesus at an early age and, when his parents died, gace all of their possessions to the poor. While serving as bishop, Nicholas learned of three girls who were going to be sold into slavery by their father. Moved to use the church's wealth to ransom the lives of these little ones, he tossed three bags of gold through the family's window. We recall this ancient Christmas gift, even as we remember the 1.2 million children are trafficked each year in the global sex trade today.

*From Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals p.55

to think a secular tradition story is based on a bishop who creatively addressed a serious issue that still exists today... hm. something to think about.

and need a song to make you smile? this one does it for me every time... click here to hear it

I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way You, the way Ya, the way Ya…

I've had a long day; I just wanna relax.
Don't have time for my friends, no time to chit-chat
Problems at my job, wonderin' what to do
I know I should be working but I'm thinking of You and
Just when I feel this crazy world is gonna bring me down,
That's when Your smile comes around

Oo, I love the way You hold me, by my side You'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love the way You hold me, in Your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love You more than the words in my brain can express
I can't imagine even loving You less
Lord, I love the way You hold me

I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Oh Whoa I love the way You hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
Whoa oh oh oh oh whoa
I love, I love, I love, I love the way Ya…

Well You took my day and You flipped it around,
Calmed the tidal wave and put my feet on the ground
Forever in my heart, always on my mind
It's crazy how I think about You all of the time
And just when I think I'm about to figure You out,
You make me wanna sing and shout

Oo, I love the way You hold me, by my side You'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love the way You hold me, in Your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love You more than the words in my brain can express
I can't imagine even loving You less
Lord, I love the way You hold me

I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Oh Whoa I love the way You hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way You hold me
Whoa oh oh oh oh whoa
I love, I love, I love, I love the way Ya…

I'm so grateful and thankful for all You've done
Wish I could tell You in a short story or poem
But, all I have is my voice and this guitar
And You have my heart

Oo, I love the way You hold me, by my side You'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
love the way You hold me, in Your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day every day every day...

“Hold Me” Jamie Grace and Toby Mac

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

a time for mourning

Isn't it interesting that the same thing can happen whether or not you plan it, which also determines one's reaction. Take, for instance a chair being pulled out from under someone. As a common prank, this action cause hysterical laughter and enjoyment. But say someone pulls out a rolling chair to sit on and due to the linoleum floor, the chair keeps rolling as the person sits down. As the person inevitably falls to the floor, the reaction of concern and a feeling of heart dropping are the only reactions. It's interesting that the same situation can cause opposite reactions depending on if it was planned or not.
based on true life experiences witnessed.

the previous has nothing to do with the following. thanks for reading.

A time for everything, an interesting thought that has been popping up lately for me. Sometimes I wonder if times are getting worse or if I'm just becoming more aware of constant world turmoil. Surely there are shifts of disasters, war, and peace, for we see the times of major wars and think "now isn't so bad". At the same rate we turn on the news and hear about whole country economies crashing, people protesting persecution, and the current hurricane that's about to destroy another major city in one sweep.

I wonder what would happen if everyone prayed for wisdom and expected God's will, not their own to prevail. How would things change? Where would this world be? Would the leaders lead us a different avenue? Would people recognize unexpected changes meant for the betterment to be positive and support them? I think too often we get lost in our own agenda that we miss God's will completely.

Back to a time for everything. I'm reminded that life cannot always be happy, for there is a time for sorrow as well. Superchick writes about "beauty from pain", and I find it interesting that even in sorrow, joy can be found (or maybe it's simply peace, but that can be described as a form of joy). Through a vulnerable conversation, a deeper understanding can come about. Through a deep cut to find the infection, healing can happen. Through being turned down at one job interview, another job much more suitable can come along. As a person dies, you realize how precious life is and what really matters in life. Through any experience you are able to grow and better deal with the next experience that comes.



Ecclesiastes 3
A Time for Everything

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Through any experience you are able to grow and better deal with the next experience that comes. We aren't meant to control every action this world brings, we are meant to react and move from there.



Galatians 5

Life by the Spirit

19 The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20 idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God. 22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.


We aren't meant to control every action this world brings, we are meant to react and move from there. When times are sorrowful, we are more readily able to realize this life is precious and each moment is a moment to love and commune with others. Though we don't fully understand the purpose of the events, we seek God's will over our own and once again focus on implementing a meaningful life to move forward.

1 Corinthians 13
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


There is a time for everything; give thanks for simply that. Remain in faith, hope, and love, and let God take care of the rest.

happy thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Waiting for Tomorrow - Mandisa

Maybe tomorrow I'll start over, maybe tomorrow I will finally change my ways
Said the same thing yesterday...
Don't know why I'm so afraid to let you in, to let you win
To let you have all of me

I can't live my whole life wasting all the grace that I know you've given
Cause you made me for so much more than sitting on the sidelines
I don't wanna look back and wonder if good enough could have been better
Every day's a day that's borrowed; so why am I waiting for tomorrow?
Why am I waiting for tomorrow?

Maybe today I'll start believing that your mercy really is as real as you say it is
It doesn't matter who I used to be, it only matters that I've been set free;
You rescued me, you're changing me
Jesus take everything

I can't live my whole life wasting all the grace that I know you've given
Cause you made me for so much more than sitting on the sidelines
I don't wanna look back and wonder if good enough could have been better
Every day's a day that's borrowed; so why am I waiting for tomorrow?
Why am I waiting for tomorrow?


Some people are waiting for tomorrow because they are living their lives in the past—regretting things they’ve done. Wishing they could change themselves. Feeling stuck with what has happened. Missing what use to be. Wishing they were still back doing ___. Wondering how time flew so fast. Hoping tomorrow things will be better than the past.

Other people are waiting for tomorrow because they live in the future—planning, preparing, dreaming what could be. Getting caught up on failures because it makes the future somehow harder to obtain. Changing and rethinking how to make things better...


It’s sadly common in Pittsburgh to see people breaking traffic laws. Yesterday I saw someone pop over in the bike lane to speed past and hop in front of the line of traffic. The thing is, this truck came upon red lights and we all kept catching up to it. So as great of a plan this truck had, the truck didn’t get anywhere faster than the rest of us.


As for me, I am a future-thinking person. It comes so naturally to me; I am constantly planning and waiting for tomorrow, as Mandisa sings about. The challenge is staying in traffic and enjoying the present. Too many times I find myself speeding ahead in planning only to hit red lights and see I am still in the present with everyone else—not going anywhere faster...


The thing about truly living in the present is you can’t focus on planning nor can you focus on looking back. The focus must be first on being your true self in the present and trusting in God’s grace and mercy. Because isn't the point to fit into God’s will, not fit God into mine?


Maybe today I'll start believing that your mercy really is as real as you say it is
It doesn't matter who I used to be it only matters that I've been set free;
You rescued me, you're changing me
Jesus take everything

I can't live my whole life wasting all the grace that I know you've given
Cause you made me for so much more than sitting on the sidelines
I don't wanna look back and wonder if good enough could have been better
Every day's a day that's borrowed; so why am I waiting for tomorrow?
Why am I waiting for tomorrow?

Oh I'm making this my moment now
To grab the hand that's reaching down
To save me, oh you save me...

So why am I waiting for tomorrow?

Monday, October 24, 2011

flashbacks, running, and non-traditional singing -- this is not a nightmare

1. How often does one get to flashback to the past? Not much, besides in memories and pictures one holds. Through encouragement from my sister, who of which still doesn’t think she did any whatsoever, I went back to my hometown for an alumni band football game. I know, I know. You are now thinking—wow you are a geek! That’s ok, I am glad to say I was in the band in high school. I thought it would be really weird going back, but the only weird part was the initial awkward walking into a school that no longer is what I remember. I do mean this literally; it was partially torn down and re-built/modeled.

How long does it take for someone to forget how to play their instrument? Well, I can tell you one thing—Mandi (my sister) and I were both struggling!! Let’s not even talk about memorizing the music! It’s funny how a simple thing of forgetting notes makes you realize how old you are or how fast time flies by!

Highlights of this highlight?
a. getting sun burnt in October, first time of the year
b. alum playing a kazoo instead of a clarinet, and insisting on reading music (alumni band directors’ response? “that’s more effort than you did in high school!”)
c. just plain fun. Make it happen if you get the chance


2. I have a lot of respect for runners, especially ones who just pick it up out of thin air.

Shawn decided one day to run a half marathon. It was a real encouragement to see his perseverance in accomplishing his goal. By setting this goal, he also allowed his dad to pursue a similar goal. It was really awesome to see both of them run the race and to see what they could actually do when pushing themselves. Congrats!


3. I joined a choir! It’s very non-traditional and unique, though. Picture flexible practices, backwards rules, and only a few are asked to perform at a time. Confused yet? The choir is for hospice patients. It consists of many members, but only groups of three go out when asked. The patient is usually in a fragile state, so singing is very different. Singing has a very soft way to it, no projection, no diction. The singing is more focused on blending and harmonizing, since it is all acapella. Songs are short and repetitive. Words are nice, but the focus is more on the tune. Think of a calm peaceful state and what music keeps you there. It is definitely a change from my years of vocal training, but I like the new challenge because it is keeping me on my toes to learn something new.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

motivation

im thinkin its been too long since i've been here, which begins my next thought= where to start?

what do you call a wookie that plays with clay?
(harry potter)

if a turtle looses its shell, is it naked or homeless?


deep thoughts, eh.

this past week we had training all week on motivational interviewing. The trainer was really focused on "the clients have the answer" ... "we are part of the intervention, not the outcome". as we anaylzed communication in's and out's, it was so very obvious how everyone in the room were "fixers". we all hear a problem and immediately start asking questions and giving advice. the trainer revealed how powerful just the act of listening and reflecting on what is said is. Through these acts, it is more likely someone will come up with their own action to move forward and be more successful in it since it was their own choice. everyone wants to be in control of their own life. ...and usually giving advice only makes the advice giver feel better.

we did a lot of exercises in real-play (instead of role play-- real life is more natural) which proved these statements. its crazy to shift how you address someone, but its definitely a positive shift.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

highlights of a nomad

ok so I'm not exactly a nomad, but it sure feels like it.

Living an extra month in the PULSE house, I was waiting for the opportunity to move into a new house in Garfield. The place is being renovated, so patience was being my teacher for some time. As I had the opportunity to extend my stay in the PULSE house, I was asked to help create the new PULSE house with moving furniture (moving the furniture in, not magical furniture that moves). On the day we moved the furniture, I was also finally given the chance to move all my possesions into my new house. Talk about a tiring day. Best part? I could move my stuff in-- but not myself. (Of note, this has been a situation for me and my housemates, so we moved a whole house-load of possesions in.) So now I am in my last week of being taught by my wonderful friend named patience. As I await this fateful day of moving in to my new place, I am residing now with good ole Bluffton friends. The time with them has been a blessing. It has been great to catch up, relive memories, and be ourselves. This is probably the least hectic part in the whole moving process, for obvious reasons. Soon and very soon my nomadic life will come to an end though, and then I will be a full-fledge adult living and working in Pittsburgh.