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On Saturday, July 2nd, I joined several other men from my church and met at the home of one of our elders to receive a lesson in home-brewing. Yes, one of the elders at my church has taken up the hobby of home-brewing and now is passing on the knowledge he has gained as an occasion for fellowship. How cool is that? I’ve been intrigued by home-brewing ever since that time Jed brewed a batch of beer in his dorm room and I helped bottle it. Of course, I went into this knowing that I have yet to taste a beer that I like. However, one, I’ve been told its an acquired taste, and two, there are other things one can brew beside beer. Part of the afternoon was a beer tasting, and sure enough, I didn’t like any of them. Nevertheless, I had a lot of fun learning about the ins and outs of home-brewing, and maybe one day I’ll try fermenting something—other than grain, that is.

On a related note, I later had a little revelation that may make sense of my continued dislike of beer. I’m starting to think that I might be a supertaster, because that would make complete sense out of my finicky eating habits. I don’t like coffee, beer, and grapefruit. What are three things that are too bitter for supertasters? Coffee, beer, and grapefruit. How many times have I listened to “John Lee Supertaster” by They Might Be Giants, and this is just now clicking in my head? (22 according to iTunes.) Now, I’ve read that supertasters also aren’t so fond of green vegetables, which I’m mostly okay with, so I’m not 100% positive about my informal diagnosis yet. I guess I’ll have to track down some 6-n-propylthiouracil and get the final word.

On Sunday, July 3rd, I of course went to church, and afterward I ran into James and Jess, who were also interested in heading over to Fair St. Louis to see the Switchfoot concert under the Arch and the river-front fireworks. I ran home to get changed into some shorts and sneakers and to get some lunch, then they picked me up and we headed downtown. Although the afternoon was hot and there wasn’t much to do while waiting for the scheduled events, it was worth getting there early to see the air-show and get a good spot on the Arch-grounds. Some other people from church showed up before the concert and through cellphones we managed to get them over to the choice spot we had staked out. Switchfoot rocked the crowd, although I can’t say they were better than They Might Be Giants or Five Iron Frenzy. Immediately following the concert was the fireworks show, which led off with a stunt plane shooting off fireworks over the river before the traditional fireworks shot off from a river barge.

After all the festivities were done and the crowd began to clear, I noted a sort of Tragedy of the Commons—trash everywhere. I dutifully carried my trash to one of the multitude of trash cans along the main paths, but most people seemed content to simply drop empty cups and wrappers on the ground for Fair volunteers to pick up sometime before the next day’s events. As if I needed another sign that humanity is depraved.

Anyway, I went to the Fair expecting a good time—which was indeed had—but I never expected to walk away a millionaire. As James, Jess, & I walked through the streets towards the car, a group of youths standing on the side of the sidewalk made eye contact with us and extended towards us pieces of paper in their hands. Lo and behold they were giving out million dollar bills! Or not. No, they were merely religious tracts “cleverly” disguised as counterfeit million dollar bills.

The million dollar question: Will you go to Heaven? A quick test. Have you ever told a lie, stolen anything, or used God’s name in vain? Jesus, said, “Whoever looks upon a woman to lust after her has committed adultery already with her in his heart.” Have you looked with lust? Will you be guilty on Judgement Day? If you have done those things God sees you as a lying, thieving, blasphemous, adulterer at heart. The Bible warns that you will end up in Hell. That’s not God’s will. He sent His Son to suffer and die on the cross for you. Jesus took your punishment upon Himself-”For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” Then he rose from the dead and defeated death. Please repent (turn from sin) today and trust in Jesus, and God will grant you everlasting life. The read your Bible daily and obey it.

As I continued to walk, examining this evangelistic gimmick and having not even exchanged a single word with the young man who handed it to me, it struck me. What bothers me about this is that it is Christian spam. Someone convinces these kids to stand out on a street corner after a large event and hand out as many of these things as possible with the hopes that just a few will read the message crammed into the back border area of this fake bill and say, “Gee, I never realized this before. I’ll give my life to Jesus right now and read my Bible every day.” Does it work? Well, enough people respond to emails about porn, prescription meds, and widows in Nigeria to keep email spam going, so I’m guessing they get a few takers. Quick, clean, simple. No need to know the person or invest in a relationship. Just trick people into reading a “Gospel presentation”, get them converted, and the job is done.

I find this approach to be highly inadequate. There’s no follow up. There’s no discipleship. The tract doesn’t mention anything about going to a church and becoming part of a fellowship of Christians, who can challenge and love one another. Instead, the tract advocates an individualistic religion—a religion of just “me and Jesus”—that does not capture the fulness of the Gospel.

And then a few blocks later we passed a tent city. I vaguely recalled from a news report that I caught bits and pieces of as I was getting ready to go out one day that a bunch of homeless people were camping out somewhere downtown in protest of something. Well, there it was, just a few blocks away from my brothers and sisters with the tracts. I had to wonder. Did they give out any tracts to the camped out homeless people? Wouldn’t giving “million dollar bill” tracts to homeless people be kind of cruel in a way?

Unfortunately, I don’t have the perfect answer. I’m still learning what it means to evangelize, to love, and to have mercy. I can’t give anyone a 10 step evangelism program. And if anyone claims to have a 10 step evangelism program, I think it’d be best to run the other way. I don’t think evangelism is so simple and well-defined. Although the Great Commission is only one sentence long, it’s complex, involved, and time-consuming in its application.

Perhaps searching for concrete, well-defined answers is what makes these tracts look like a good idea. You can quantify it and think that you did some real good. “I handed out 200 tracts today. I touched 200 lives with the Gospel.” It sounds impressive and pious, but it doesn’t really capture the fullness of the Great Commission.

Anyway, theological musing aside, they say the first million is the hardest, so I guess it won’t be long before James, Jess, and I are being chauffeured in our limos to the airport where our private jets can fly us off to our mansions in the Hamptons. (Although, if I ever actually somehow become a millionaire and I buy a limo, a private jet, and a mansion in the Hamptons, someone out there better beat the ever-loving snot out of me.)

On Monday, July 4th, I slept in, having been quite tired from the fullness of the previous day. My only plans that day were to go to a Library staff party at the home of our serials coordinator, Joanna. I and the rest of the staff gathered for a fine cookout—though the cooking was the only thing going on outside. Being St. Louis, it was a little too warm outside, and we all stayed inside to chat. And there was much chatting—so much so that we lost track of time and completely missed the Kirkwood fireworks that we had intended to go see. Oh well.

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I wish I could remember who, but I recall hearing someone talk about the tyranny of the phone. For some reason I’ve been thinking about that lately. As a culture, we are conditioned to answer the phone whenever it rings—in most cases despite whatever else we are doing. The sharp ring of the phone piercing the gentle sounds of the house demands our attention. We jump up, drop what we are doing, and run towards the nearest handset. The phone trumps all—even the person who is physically present. Of course, cell phones have only compounded the problem. Now we are on call and slaves to interruption wherever we go.

Why does it feel so bad to ignore the phone? Can we not bear the thought of disappointing the caller? Should the caller be disappointed to not have his or her call answered? Is being able to contact someone anytime a rightful expectation? Is that an expectation we ought to fulfill?

I say no. The phone is a convenience, a tool. People managed to communicate before the phone using much slower forms of communication. It’s nice if you happen to call when the recipient is available, but if they are otherwise engaged, then you’ll just have to wait. That’s what voicemail is for. Let’s mind our priorities and not let the phone be our master.

Episode 1: Motivational Seminar

In the August 1, 2004 issue of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, I came across a full-page ad for a large motivational seminar that was held on September 14 at the Savvis Center. The top banner proclaimed:

Get Motivated
Attend This Dynamic Seminar to INCREASE Your PRODUCTIVITY and INCOME
Motivation! Inspiration! Career Skills! Wealth-Building!

Okay. Pretty standard stuff, I suppose, but bear with me. Under the banner there were five large columns displaying prominent pictures of five of the key speakers and their topics. What struck me as odd was the center column. Listed as speaking on the topic of “perseverance” was Jessica Lynch, the rescued American prisoner of war. Her session was titled “Survival is a Choice”, and was described, saying:

Private Jessica Lynch astonished the world when she survived the unthinkable and was rescued from Iraqi capture. You will be amazed as she shares the key strategies that she used to survive and thrive in the most brutal of circumstances.

Okay, now hold on a minute.

First, let me say that I in no way want to minimize what Ms. Lynch experienced. Being captured in battle by an enemy force must be an extremely frightening, horrific, traumatic, and harrowing experience that I cannot even begin to imagine.

That being said, it seems that this ad has perhaps overstated Ms. Lynch’s expertise resulting from her experience. Let’s do a little history review. If I recall the news reports correctly, the convoy that Ms. Lynch was riding in was ambushed after driving off course. Several members of her unit were killed during the attack and several were captured. Several days later, an Iraqi hospital worker reported to American forces that Ms. Lynch was being held at the hospital where he worked. A unit of marines was promptly dispatched to the hospital, who then “rescued” her while facing little to no resistance.

“Survival is a Choice”?

If what I recall is indeed correct, then Jessica Lynch had very little choice in the matter of her survival. In fact, it seems that she played a largely passive role in the whole affair. If she had been captured after fighting on the front lines of a brutal war and had been held in a P.O.W. camp for several months while being subjected to torture and interrogation, then she might have something truly meaningful to say about survival strategies. However, given her actual experience, I can’t imagine how she has the qualifications to teach what this ad claims that one would learn by attending her session at the seminar.

What were they thinking?

…the last track of a CD contains two songs separated by an extended period of silence? That pisses me off so much!

1. It totally screws up the listening experience if you have the player set to shuffle.
2. It even screws up the listening experience if you are merely listening to multiple CD’s in a row.
3. When I rip the CD, I have to take the extra time to slice the track into its parts and cut out the silence.

While I’m all in favor of bands putting secret extras on their albums, for the love of Pete, simply make it an extra track! Stop this extended final track nonsense! ::GRRRRR::

The other day I received in the mail the renewal notice for my health insurance policy. Now, this past year was my first year with my own health insurance policy, so this is my first renewal. Nevertheless, I’m guessing that a 30% hike in my premium is a little steep. Actually, I’d say that’s outrageous! 15 times the rate of inflation? Insane! Oh, BTW, I requested a quote for a new policy with the same terms from their web site, and the response was the exact same price that I paid last year! Can someone say rip off?