Friday, November 16, 2012

The Times We Live In...

Ours is a dark time. We strive after everything and attain nothing. The God-shaped void  in the heart of every human remains unfilled. The danger comes, as G.K. Chesterton said, not when men believe in nothing, but when they believe in ANYTHING.

Our fields are white with harvest. The bread-baskets and cornucopias have never been so bountiful. Hunger and want are a minute problem to the first-world countries. We throw away more food in a month that most countries will produce in a year. And yet the heart of humanity remains hungry. Bulimia and anorexia are everywhere in a culture that hungers after so much more than sustenance. Our stomachs are full, our people are fat, and our souls are lean and starving.

Never before in the history of Humanity have we been so globally connected. A businessman in Chicago can call his colleagues in China, Japan, and England simultaneously. Online dating services, online role-playing games, avatars, gamer culture, Comic-Con, texting, iPhones, iPads, iPods, chat-rooms…everywhere they connect people across the globe. They are used by eight-year-olds and eighty-year-olds, both kindergartner and senior citizen. Children today, in fact, have the technological capabilities that thirty or forty years ago were the debate topics of PhD holders. Yet never before have people been so emotionally and spiritually isolated. The great lie of “individualism” has left us lonely and afraid, huddled in the dark, wondering if, when all electronics are off and all the systems are down, anyone really cares whether we live or die.

Global businesses have never been as successful as they are now. The concept of “billionaire” was the subject of science fiction only a few decades ago. Stocks, bonds, investments, business mergers, and stock options are the topics of all kind of discussion, around coffee tables, water coolers, and coke machines. Coffee shops and burger joints can be found literally on every corner and at every turn. The income of businesses exceeds that of most nations. Private businessmen wield more influence and political clout than the politicians and lobbyists nowadays. But never before have we been so poor. There is always one more dollar to earn one more thing to covet. We build our emerald castles and surround ourselves with beautiful things all in a vain attempt to forget that we all must die and all will turn to ashes and dust.

Our culture surrounds itself with neon lights and bright banners of entertainment and capitalism. Our movies and films are filled with images of pleasure and debauchery, creating a fantasy world that we may escape to for an hour at a time. With our TV, our cable, and our internet, we can prolong that escape indefinitely, to almost a constant state. But when the credits roll and the commercials break, we are suddenly filled with the horrible truth: that all the lights, the glamor, the fame, and the glory are fleeting and temporary. And again we are plunged back into the dark and harsh reality that we try so desperately to avoid.

Modern medicine has expanded the lifetime of the human being far beyond what anyone could have thought possible one hundred years ago, though means no one could have imagined even a decade ago. Antibiotics, bio-engineering, chemotherapy, nanotechnology, wet-ware neurology, and other ground breaking procedures stagger the mind and beggar the imagination. And yet, even the most healthy, the most fit, the most prime example of human vitality and virility lives in the constant and looming shadow of old age and the grave. All these marvelous procedures and wondrous knowledge, become vain attempts to outrun the Reaper, the beat the Boatman, to dodge the Devil, and escape the Grave.

With all of our food we are still hungry.
With all of our connections we are alone.
With all of our money we are poor.
With all of our entertainment we still weep.
And with all of our doctors we still die…
But do not despair. Do not mourn, do not weep, and do not lose heart. For we are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation. We are a people with the Promise of Hope to a world of slavery and death. Alone in dark void that threatens to swallow up all in its path, we hold forth a glorious Light. For we serve a God Who Is there and He is not silent. Our God is a speaking god, and not a mute thing of stone and wood, or a vain reflection of ourselves. He is the salt to a world that is rotting, decaying at the core of its existence. We may look out unique amongst the people, and know that this world is not our home, and we have a great and glorious inheritance beyond the grave. Our birthright transcends time, space, and death. We stand, not only as the Church united, and the Church universal, but as the Church victorious. Our God is a God of War, and the LORD is His Name. Through His blood, our foes are already defeated. We have a Hope, a Cause, and a Purpose through Him.

His Word will satisfy the hunger of your soul.
His Spirit will never leave you nor forsake you.
His Promise is sure and more eternal than any riches.
His Presence calms all fears and dries all tears.
His Life is forever.
His Love is eternal.

Amen.

Friday, June 8, 2012

IT

Hey guys

This is just the beginning of a short story I've been working on. Let me know what you think of it and any ideas on where to go from here would be appreciated and taken into serious consideration!


Chapter 1:

IT didn’t know where it was. IT didn’t know what it was. It didn’t know who the men in white coats were surrounding the table, nor why it was strapped to the table, or much of anything, really. But what IT did know was that it wanted a drink of water.
IT decided that being strapped to a table was overrated, so it merely sat up, breaking the magnetically-sealed steel reinforced bands holding it like so many daisy chains. For some reason, all the…doctors, yes, that’s what they were, were yelling and screaming like mad. Perhaps they were in danger. But what could possibly threaten them in this….laboratory? Laboratory? Odd, it seemed like doctors should be in hospitals, not laboratories, thought IT.
Its thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an overwhelming pain in its…what was the word….oh yes, there it is: shoulder. Upon closer scrutiny, IT realized there was a tube inserted into its arm. In fact, there were several tubes, connected all over his body…wait a minutehis body. Well, no need for these, he thought, pulling them out of his arm. It hurt for a few seconds, but then the pain strangely vanished. He looked again and saw that his arm didn’t have any marks on it whatsoever; not even a small speck like when he got his smallpox shot.

Well, that’s…odd. I need a drink of water…
In the middle of the lab’s mayhem, he paused for a minute, just to review what he knew so far: 1) He was a he (somehow that seemed reassuring). 2) He was a thirsty “he.” 3) He was in a lab. 4) He was surrounded by doctors who seemed to be in danger. 5) Doctors belonged in hospitals, not laboratories. 6) He could apparently heal rapidly.  Lastly, 7) He had had smallpox shot at some point in his life.  A good beginning, he concluded. Men have started with less. Ah, 8) He was a man. At this rate, he shouldn’t have anything to worry about.
After concluding his list, IT (for he didn’t know what else to call himself) began to ponder the great questions of life: Who am I? Where did I come from? What am I? Granted, the last usually isn’t a great wonder to a great many people, but you’d be surprised. Maybe I can ask one of these doctors…they’ll surely know.
IT turned towards the nearest doctor and said politely, “Excuse me, but could you tell me what I am?” as nonchalantly as if you or I were asking for directions home. For some reason, the doctor only went white with sheer terror and in his haste to find the nearest exit, slipped on the liquid spilling on the floor from the IVs IT had taken out of his arm.  IT bent down to help the poor man and because the man seemed to be trying desperately to crawl away, grabbed the easiest thing available: the back of his collar. With no more effort than flicking a fly, IT lifted the man bodily off the floor with one arm and stood him on his feet. The man ceased screaming and merely stared at this seemingly Superman-like person holding him a foot off the ground. IT thought this was rather strange (when good manners dictated that the man should thank him) when suddenly an epiphany stuck him: Are they’re scared of me?
At precisely the wrong moment, while IT was holding a terrified doctor at arms length, men in green coats with… something… came rushing into the room. IT wondered what they were pointing at him for about half a second before realizing they were guns. Not only that, but in all probability, loaded guns.
For some inexplicable reason, in IT’s mind, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Bullets came out of the end of the barrels in a slow-motion flash of flame, coming in his direction. Without thinking, IT flew under the table, feeling the still slow-moving bullets whiz over his head. He came up three feet in front of the first man, who still had his gun pointed at where IT had been.
I’m moving faster than they can react, thought IT. Time hasn’t slowed down…I’m just speeding up…but how?
 IT grabbed the man’s hand, delivered a spin-kick to the small of his back, grabbed the gun as it fell to the floor without even looking, then pistol-whipped the guard. How did I do that? It asked himself, but had no time to answer – the second attacker was now dropping to one knee, spinning to face this new threat. As he watched the bullet come towards him in slow motion again, IT flipped backwards, letting the bullet travel under him and kicking the second gunman at the same time. This time he didn’t even ask himself how he did it. He was kind of beginning to take things in stride.
What now? IT looked at the two handguns he had taken from the …who were they…oh yes…guards. This is a Berretta 92F…accurate close-range weapon… And this is a Smith and Wesson model 5906… 9mm caliber…and I have no earthly idea how I know that… Why am I so thirsty?
By now, the room was empty, except for the bodies of the unconscious guards on the floor. Well, I might as well leave as stay here, IT decided, walking out of the room into the wide, white hall outside. Upon leaving the room, he noticed a plaque on the side of the door – “Biogenetics Computing Lab.”
Odd.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Tale of Anna and Steve: Paradise Lost

The tale of Anna and Steve: The Fall from Perfection.
Long ago, a loving father placed both of his children into the Garden of College. He gave them all the software they would ever need, both Vista and XP. But of the Apple, they were not to partake. Under no circumstances were they to own one, or use one. But all other computers were theirs for the asking, and under their dominion. And the father would Skype with his children in the evenings.
One day, that dreaded and hateful of all creatures, the HIPSTER, saw Anna watching him and his iPad. Now the HIPSTER was more cunning that any student of the campus which the father had placed his children within. And he said to the woman, “Has your father indeed said, You shall not partake of the Apple on campus?”
And the woman said to the HIPSTER, “I have a Vista and my brother has a XP, and I’m going to get a Windows 7 soon, but the Apple on Campus, Father has said, You shall not own it, nor shall you touch it, lest you downgrade.”
And the HIPSTER said to the woman, “You shall not surely downgrade. For your father knows that in the day that you use one your eyes will be opened, and you shall be as Steve Jobs, knowing good and malware.”
And when the woman saw that the Apple was good for streaming video and surfing the web, and that the screensavers and toolbars were pleasant to her eyes, and desirable to make one wise, she bought an iPad and partook in its pleasures. She also showed her brother and he partook as well, both with their own iPad. Then the eyes of both of them were open, and they knew that they were exposed to viruses and malware on their Windows Systems. And they attempted to patch together Norten AntiVirus to cover and protect their software.
Then they heard the sound of their father calling them on Skype at the end of the day, and Anna and Steve attempted to act nonchalant and delayed answering the call. When they did answer, the father asked, “Where have you been? “
The son answered, “I heard your voice on the e-chat, and I was afraid that I might have a virus.”
And he said, “Who told you that you might have a virus? Have you partaken of the Apple which I commanded you that you should not?”
After admitting their actions, the father bowed his head with sadness.
To the HIPSTER he said,
 “Because you have done this,
You are cursed more than all students,
And more than every beast of the field;
On your Civic you shall go,
And you shall eat soy
All the days of your life. 
And I will put enmity
Between you and the music world,
And you shall eat poppyseed cakes;
And everyone that you meet
Will want to crush your head.
 To Anna he said:
“I will greatly multiply your sorrow and your paper-writings;
In pain you shall bring Word documents;
Your desire shall be for your PC,
And Steve Jobs shall rule over you.”
 Then to Steve he said 
“Cursed is the software for your sake;
In toil you shall work on it
All the days of your life.
And you shall struggle to work with NET technology or ASP.
Till you return to the Windows operating system,
For the rest of the business and professional world uses it for any job they do;
For PC you are,
And to PC you shall return.”