As the cricket ends for the day with 3 leg byes (woohoo go Australia) I’d like to let you know that I’ve decided to move to a new blog, it even has my name on it, find me at Caleb McKee
I hope you enjoy these new posts that have been rumbling out. I’ll see you there.
Lies, no one likes to be told one but we all tell them. It is hard to tell if you are being lied to, especially when believing the lie seems to make things more comfortable.
The last few weeks I have found my self believing a lie, I have been angry at myself and God, angry at God for his seeming indifference and myself for my failures. This last month has been draining; I am very dissatisfied with my course and my enthusiasm for university disappeared while the workload increased. I have not been able to play sport for two months due to an injury, I have not been spending quality time with God and church life has been disappointing. Suffice to say I have been rather depressed for the last week.
Why do I say all this? Well I reckon we all feel this way at times. After questioning God and wondering where He was I read Job 38 (NIV ’11), a portion of which is below:
1 Then the LORD spoke to Job out of the storm. He said: 2 “Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge? 3 Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me. 4 “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. 5 Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? 6 On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone— 7 while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? 8 “Who shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb, 9 when I made the clouds its garment and wrapped it in thick darkness, 10 when I fixed limits for it and set its doors and bars in place, 11 when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt’?
I haven’t blogged in a while, although there have been many topics I would have loved to write about.
It’s Good Friday, but what’s so good about a man being tortured, strung up on a cross and left to suffocate?
I have a few links here that were posted on the ABC Drum website, which I might add is a site where many commentators attack Christianity and Christ. So it came as a surprise that they published the material, which I thank them for doing.
The first link is an article by NT Wright, a prominent New Testament writer (I own at least one book of his, a good one at that). The article provides background to Easter, in terms of the circumstances at the time. I highly recommend reading it here.
A quote from the article:
He was not the king they expected. Not like the monarchs of old, who sat on their jewelled and ivory thrones, dispensing their justice and wisdom. Nor was he the great warrior-king some had wanted. He didn’t raise an army and ride to battle at its head. He was riding on a donkey. And he was weeping, weeping for the dream that had to die, weeping for the sword that would pierce his supporters to the soul. Weeping for the kingdom that wasn’t coming as well as the kingdom that was.
I stumbled across this quote about commitment a while ago. I found it a wonderful example of plundering the Egyptians. It is by William Hutchinson Murray:
“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way.”
I read a blog by the Compass New Zealand foundation today. This blog is a great one that is focused on bringing general info and news about culture, the bible and how and when the two interact. Today their blog mentioned a link about the personalities of FaceBook users, which notes the personality traits and character of those who use FaceBook (or maybe in my opinion the effect of FaceBook). I recommend reading it but below is an excerpt:
“Firstly, Facebook users have higher levels of total narcissism, exhibitionism and leadership than Facebook non-users,” they write. “Secondly, individuals with higher scores on exhibitionism also have higher preferences for photos and status updates (than the site’s other features).”
These findings “substantiate the proposition that Facebook is particularly appealing for narcissistic and exhibitionistic people,” they conclude. “In fact, it could be argued that Facebook specifically gratifies the narcissistic individual’s need to engage in self-promoting and superficial behavior.”
“One of the most noteworthy findings was the tendency for neurotic and lonely individuals to spend greater amounts of time on Facebook per day than non-lonely individuals,” they add. “For lonely people in particular, it appears they are mainly using Facebook to partake in passive activities, instead of providing active social contributions.”
This type of effect was a contributing factor for my leaving FaceBook and I feel rather pleased right now :) I recommend reading the blog by Compass which you can find in the blog roll or here.
Having now read Brave New World, which I did the day after finishing George Orwell’s 1984 I can say that I understand Orwell’s book much more. The two are hard to understand in isolation. Even though I appreciate them much more that before I would not bother reading them, let alone forking out money like I did. There are much more influential and meaningful pieces of literature out there, as a work of pure fiction I would not read them either, here is why.