Friday, July 31, 2009
The Impossible Has Happened
JK Wedding Entrance Dance
Church of the Brethren minister Jeannine Leonard presided over a wedding that has become a YouTube sensation, according to "The Lutheran" magazine of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America. A couple who was married at Christ Lutheran Church in St. Paul, Minn., have become celebrities thanks to a video of their dance down the aisle, which they posted on YouTube to share with family and friends. The wedding of Jill Peterson and Kevin Heinz took place on June 20, and by July 24 there were more than 1.5 million views of the five-minute aisle dance. "The Lutheran" reported that the wedding party was scheduled to do an encore dance for the Today Show.
Well as of 8:50 am on July 31, there were 12,932,622 views... incredible! I think this is a great idea, and probably helped ease the jitters of the wedding party.
Keep checking in, I'll have at least one more post today!
P.S. In case you haven't noticed, the titles of all these internet-related posts are links to the sites I'm referring to.
See ya!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Website Review #2: Burnin' Rubber 3
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Website Review #1: xkcd.com
Boredom At Work
Friday, July 24, 2009
Summer So Far
Friday, July 10, 2009
My Sermonette
Our theme this Sunday is Holy Ground. The scripture you just heard is a familiar one: Moses sees a burning bush, God calls to Moses, and tells him to take off his shoes because he's on Holy Ground. It's probably one of the best-known stories in the Bible, besides Christmas and Easter. But have you really thought about it? Where exactly is Holy Ground? Is it only within several steps of a talking, flaming bush that knows your name? No, that would be silly. Holy Ground is wherever the presence of God is. And where is that? Listen to Psalm 139, verses 7-12: “Where can I go from your spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me, and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like day, for darkness is as light to you.” God is everywhere! The heavens, the earth, the oceans, even on a star so far away that there is no number invented yet to describe it. But even that is not the extent of God's presence. 1 Corinthians 4:16 says, “Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's spirit lives within you?” Everything on this earth: every plant, every animal, every person—everything that was, is, and will be—it's all in God's presence! It's all Holy Ground!
I'm not the kind of person who enjoys plugs—getting them or giving them—but the plug made by the National Youth Cabinet for environmentalism makes a lot of sense paired up with this Bible verse. Everything that is in God's presence, which is everything in existence, needs to be honored and revered. That means many of the everyday happenings of this world need to change. No more cutting down the Amazon forests, which not only leads to the endangerment and extinction of hundreds of species, but also greatly reduces the amount of oxygen created by the greenery of the world. No more drilling for oil in places like Alaska, where it endangers the wildlife in the area. No more pumping greenhouse gases into the atmosphere, like we do every time we drive our cars or purchase unnecessary amounts of plastic. So many of the things we do without a second thought are destroying this wonderful earth God gave us. But like I stated earlier, God's presence is not only all around us, but also within us. Admittedly, I find a kind of sick humor in hearing all of the new activities and substances that allegedly cause cancer in humans. Here's a list of some of the most absurd things that apparently cause cancer: Bread, Red meat, Milk, Salt, Vegetables – Seriously, how are you meant to win here? The list continues: Obesity, Growth spurts, Infections, Being tall, for men, and women – This one angered me. How are you meant to do anything about being tall? How does this study actually help prevention? Excuse me while I go and chop off the bottom of my legs. But wait, there's more: Pollution, Hormone replacement therapy, Stress, Bacteria, X-rays, and finally: The Immune system – OK. Now we really are screwed. No, we cannot go without all of the things that harm our body any more than we can go without every single thing that harms the environment. That's a hole we've been digging ourself into for centuries upon centuries. So maybe this plug wasn't exactly the best idea. I mean, sure, we can try to be more environmentally-aware, and try to keep good care of ourselves, but the overall problem can realistically only be reduced, not removed.
There is something entirely different that I got from this Bible verse, something that is actually realistic and even, dare I say it, reasonable. Rewind to the part right before Moses removes his sandals. Verse four, actually. Let me read it again: “When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.”” God called to Moses, and Moses said, “Here I am.” We have record in the Bible of God calling to many people. Noah, Abraham, Moses, Joshua, Samuel, David, Isaiah, John the Baptist, the twelve Disciples, Paul, and countless more. All of these people were called by God to do some specific task. But there is no accountable, official record of God speaking aloud to someone in over 2000 years. And in those two millennia, we have slowly forgotten that we too have been called by God. I take you back to Psalm 139, verses 1-4 and 13-16: “O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit down and when I rise; you discern my thoughts from afar. You You have searched out my path and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely, O Lord...For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was being made in secret. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before even one of them came to be.” Did you catch that last part? God knows what will happen every day of our lives, and has known that since before we were born. Our calling has already been written. I find it reassuring, especially as I prepare for college next fall, that whatever I end up doing with my life, be it music or teaching or something completely different, God already knows what it is. I have no choice but to fulfill my calling, because God has already written what will happen each and every day of my life. No matter what I end up doing with my life, no matter how many friends come and go, no matter how many career changes I make, God is there with me, God has always known that I would make that particular decision.
Throughout my life, I have wrestled with the conflicting ideas of predestination and free will. As a young adult, I would like to think that I have complete control over everything that I do, and over everything that happens to me. But that just isn't so. Many of the things that affect us in our lifetime are completely out of our control, say: a friend losing their job, or a relative getting in a car accident. No one could ever blame those things on you, nor could you be blamed for many of the things that happen to you, such as a wildfire that destroys your property, or a sudden illness that sprouted up from nowhere. So the idea of pure free will just doesn't cut it. However, neither does the idea of predestination. I mean, think about it. I'm not sure that I want to worship a God that doesn't just allow, but decides that all of the terrible things in our world today should happen. Poverty, famine, war, plague, genocide; I can't bring myself to believe that God created these atrocities, or that He wills them to continue. So where does that leave us? The drawing board, I think. I used to believe that God had a metaphorical map, looking at every decision laid out, with every option possible, that we would ever encounter, from our birth to our death. That way, He knew every possible outcome of our lives, every combination of decisions, without making the decisions for us. But as I read Psalm 139 again and again, I have convinced myself otherwise. “Before a word is on my tongue, you know it completely, O Lord...All the days ordained for me were written in your book before even one of them came to be.” God knows exactly what we will do, what we will say, before we even do, every second of our lives.
Can you imagine knowing that much? I sure can't. That's being a know-it-all to the nth degree. But that's the thing about God, isn't it? He is completely and absolutely 100% beyond any sliver of our comprehension. He knows all, He sees all. His presence is everywhere on the earth, and above it, and below it. He is in each and every one of us. We cannot even imagine the extent of God. Our world is full of barriers and boundaries. We're surrounded by walls and ceilings every time we're indoors. There are limits to what we can do, to how much we can work, how much we need sleep. There are rules and regulations enforced on every single facet of our lives, from school to work to plain common courtesy. Our own skin is a barrier, keeping our fragile insides from exposure to the rest of existence. Human life is defined by its limits, but God is limitless. He is, in fact, the exact opposite of our existence. We are guaranteed to be imperfect—“all have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God”—but God is the definition of perfection. We are small and insignificant, five-foot-ten/140, compared to the vastness of the universe, larger than any number created could ever express. We are single, carbon-based organisms with a relatively short lifespan, in essence, we are nothing; God is everything.
There is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman that spells out how I have come to terms with God, my personal, and very loose, definition of Him, and how I believe He functions. I would like to leave you this morning with an excerpt from that song. “And the sky begins to thunder. I’m filled with awe and wonder, ‘til the only burning question that remains is: who am I? Can I form a single mountain? Take the stars in hand and count them? Can I even take a breath, without God giving it to me? He is first and last, before all that has been, beyond all that will pass. God is God, and I am not. I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting. God is God, and I am man, so I’ll never understand it all. For only God is God.” Amen.
Well, there it is, I hope you enjoyed it. Later y'all!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
St. Thomas--Joshua Redman
Me
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“What we play is life.” Great words, spoken by a great man: the legendary jazz trumpeter and singer Louis Armstrong. There are very few things in life that I am a hundred percent sure of, but this axiom resonates through every fiber of my being. The thing is, this phrase had two meanings both to the musicians Armstrong directed it towards and the musicians of today. First, our lives are the center and driving force of the music we play. Second, the music we play defines who we are because our lives are centered around music. Both interpretations of this maxim apply to my own life. Music has defined me ever since I picked up my saxophone for the first time, the summer before sixth grade. Deeper than that, I express my life through the medium of music, jazz and improvisation especially. Just listen to me play, and you'll hear my life force, the very core of my being.
American composer and pianist George Gershwin once said, “Life is a lot like Jazz...it's best when you improvise.” I have found this to be very true in my own life. Having a concrete, detailed plan that you are unwilling to change is one of the surest ways to guarantee the failure of that plan. Flexibility is one of the greatest abilities you can have. Changing your day's plans at a moment's notice, being able to drop everything and respond to a family emergency, deciding to eat dinner at a different restaurant; these are all ways we improvise in our everyday lives. It's all about problem solving. Throughout my life, I have built on my foundation of abilities to become adept at problem solving. This past spring I learned that I have ADHD, and the medication has helped me extraordinarily by increasing my ability to focus, which also enhances my memory. Before being diagnosed with this disorder, I still did well in school. I would cruise through my coursework with B's and B+'s, despite the fact that I would either forget to do assignments, or I would forget to turn in assignments that I had actually completed. It was the fact that I could get a very high score on the final exam that allowed me to pull off the occasional A-. I managed this by learning very early on how to take tests well. Even when I wasn't exactly sure of the answer, I could narrow it down and correctly guess the answer. Even now, after being on medication for my ADHD, I still have this set of skills to help me problem solve. In my everyday life, I've had situations where I've had to deal with both unexpected situations and unforeseen roadblocks in a plan. Being able to deal with sudden schedule changes while traveling with the band, finding rides when something comes up to detain my parents, managing my own schedule to fit in everything I want to do while still accomplishing everything I need to do, these are all ways I problem solve. I'm flexible. I roll with the punches. I improvise, and the skills needed to do so are invaluable to me.
Improvising and problem solving aren't the only life skills that pertain to jazz. Hard bop tenor saxophonist Johnny Griffin was talking about overcoming hardships when he said, “Jazz is made by and for people who have chosen to feel good in spite of conditions.” According to this adage, jazz and I were destined to come together. I have faced many hardships, and I have worked to overcome them. One such hardship came during the fifth grade, when I had my first encounter with death. Of course, I had seen dead people on television and in movies, but this was the first time death became personal. My grandmother passed away that year, after a long fight with breast cancer. At eleven years old, her death didn't really hit me. However, as I continued to grow, I wrestled with the questions we all face: Why? Why did she have to die? Why did she have to die now? Seven years later, I've come to terms with the fact that I won't be able to answer these questions until I face my Maker and ask Him myself. I overcame my grandma's death by accepting the fact that people do die, whether I approve or not. Other hardships, however, would be more difficult to overcome. The 2007-08 school year was not a good one. In June 2007, a close mentor and friend of mine from church, Janet Berkebile, passed away after outliving the normal timeline of pancreatic cancer. Her death hit many of us at church very hard, as pancreatic cancer is a very sudden and fast-acting disease. Our youth group started discussing life, death, and God's role in it all. The whole ordeal made me start questioning my faith and the beliefs I had grown up with and accepted as fact. Then in January 2008, my aunt, Pauline Rodriguez, died unexpectedly one night. She left behind her children Angela and Justin. The three of us have always been very close, being the oldest three cousins in our family. Justin and I are especially close: we're more like brothers than cousins. So, naturally, I took an active role in comforting the two of them and helping them through this extremely difficult part of their lives. No one is comforted by someone as broken as themselves however, so I put on my game face. I hid my heart behind a stone wall. I kept my emotions bottled up inside me for longer than is ever good. Those bottled emotions erupted in an incident in February 2008, an incident which I won't describe. The end result, however, was that I was diagnosed with ADHD. The combination of medication and finally releasing my emotions through counseling and confiding in several adults in my life was how I overcame the hardships that I had burdened myself with for so long. I showed further proof of my healing when I handled the untimely death of Kathy George, the mother of one of my close friends. Her death brought our church youth group closer together, as we all struggled out loud and together with the painful reality that those we love will die, and we have no control. This truism is one that everyone has to cope with. Those who can find life again and overcome the hardship are the ones who are happiest.
Problem solving and overcoming hardships are life skills that I use in my everyday life, but these are skills that can be learned or improved upon. My deeper, personal beliefs, however, are gained by experience rather than being taught; they are simply a part of who I am. The cornerstone jazz trumpeter Miles Davis said, “Do not fear mistakes, there are none.” He was referring to jazz improvising, but his statement runs parallel to one of my central beliefs: everything happens for a reason. This principle has gotten me through the hardships of my life: the aforementioned deaths of those close to me; the great moral debates I've had both with other people and my own self, over topics like abortion, the death penalty, and war; and the recent struggles of politics and our failing economy. Many of my beliefs are due to my upbringing in the Church of the Brethren, a Protestant, anabaptist denomination. We in the Church of the Brethren are pacifists, against war of all sorts, and supportive of conscientious objecting. I have been raised with these beliefs, and others that are widespread across Christianity. I think that the ideas you're raised with come easily and naturally a lot of the time. The belief that everything happens for a reason, however, did not come easily to me. Through my church, I was taught that God was the reason everything happens, that He knows everything that will happen in the world, down to each word I speak. I struggled a long time, and I still do, about the role played by God in my life. My youth group and I have discussed questions about His role in our lives, like the balance between the concept of free will and the idea that our lives are predestined. My view is this: we all have free will. We all make every choice that we're faced with, and we are entirely free to make each choice. I believe the idea of predestination fits in with that, maybe metaphorically, like God has a map with every choice we are faced with from birth, and each additional choice that those choices lead to. I believe that He sees it all, so He knows each of the infinite different paths our lives could take. We are free to make our choices, but it is God who laid out that map; it is God who presents us with each choice we face. This leads directly to my most central belief: the reason everything happens is God, who alone is perfect, and therefore there are no mistakes.
Problem solving, overcoming hardships, and the belief that nothing is a mistake; these key concepts and abilities of mine all connect back to music. Musicians improvise. They overcome. They do not fear mistakes. I, Tim Mastic, am a musician. Music is my life, and my life defines my music. Ornette Coleman, alto saxophonist and avant-garde innovator, once said, “It's the hidden things, the subconscious that lies in the body and lets you know. You feel this, you play this.” The things I feel and play are not only those that are hidden, but my abilities, my struggles, and my beliefs, along with my thoughts and feelings. I have been through a lot in my life, good and bad, and I look forward to experiencing more. My life has run a parallel route to that of my music, proving even more that what I play is my life. For as the phenomenal alto saxophonist Charlie “Bird” Parker said, “Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn.”
Hunger of Injustice
Every year, Forbes magazine publishes a list of individuals in the world who are worth at least one billion dollars. In the 2008 edition, there were a record number of individuals who made the billion-dollar cut. However, I would like to focus more on the other end of the spectrum-the Forbes 1.5 Billion. They are the super-poor, and while they may seem out of proportion with the Forbes Billionaires, the two groups are, in fact, aligned. In the most recent FORBES global tally, 1125 billionaires had an estimated combined wealth of $4.4 trillion. Let us assume that the billionaires earn a 12% annual return (The combined wealth of The Forbes 400 has been growing at an average pace of 12% a year over the past five years. This figure reflects not only appreciation but also the discovery of new fortunes; it does not subtract out inflation.) That would be a little more than $528 billion per year in income. Now, the world's poorest one and a half billion people live at or below $1 per day ($1 per day income is agreed internationally to be the upper limit of “extreme poverty”). Let us assume, somewhat optimistically, that these poorest 1.5 billion have a per capita income of $350 a year (making slightly less that $1 a day on average), making their combined income $525 billion a year, about the same as the Billionaires. Voilà! The gap in per capita income of the world's super-poor and super-rich is a neat one and a third million to one.
Now, what connection does an eighteen-year-old, American, middle-class, caucasian male have to the tales of the super-rich and super-poor? In my junior year, I took American Studies Seminar, a double-block, double-credit class that combines English 11 Honors and U.S. History Honors. This was a very hands-on class; at one point, we had a mock trial over whether or not the United States was guilty of imperialism. I was a prosecuting lawyer, one of four, and we successfully (though surprisingly) convinced the jury of our peers that the U.S. was in fact guilty. However, imperialism is not the topic of my essay. One of my duties as a prosecuting lawyer was to present a witness to help prove the U.S. guilty. My witness was Bill Gates, whose significant philanthropy made him a likely candidate for being a witness for the Defense. My train of thought was to show the insignificance of Gates' donations in comparison to his total estimated worth. My research of the super-rich led me into some very disturbing territory surrounding our ever widening rich-poor gap. I am horrified by the impact our mindset of “making money is all-important” has had, and is having, on the welfare of the world.
How is the welfare of the world suffering? The extent of poverty is magnified by the gap between those who suffer from it and those who can stop that suffering but don't. Let's reiterate my math: the gap in per capita income of the world's super-poor and super-rich is a neat one and a third million to one. How does this statistic show suffering? Well, for starters, if only one average billionaire donated his/her annual income for just the year 2008, and that donation was spread out evenly, then the yearly income would double for 1.33 million people! Imagine what good could be done if the super-rich committed entirely to ending poverty. Here's my solution: when one's net worth reaches $1 million, one can stop working, and live easily off of interest, investments, and smart spending. So if the Billionaires of the world only kept $1 million each and lumped the remaining money to be donated, that lump sum would equal $4.399 trillion. According to Bankrate Inc., if that $4.399 trillion was placed in an insured CD account, pledged to be untouched for five years, the interest rate currently would be about five percent annually. After those five years, the sum would be increased to $5.614 trillion, purely by interest. Split that between the estimated three billion people that live on less than two dollars a day, and each person would get $1871. That's more than a 300% increase over their previous $600 a year. That would go an enormous way to ending not only world hunger, but poverty in general (defined internationally as making a dollar a day or less) would be eliminated. Let me repeat that: international poverty would be eliminated. Yes, life would still be hard for the poorest people, but there would be breathing room. They would have a small savings that could be used to start making money, as opposed to always struggling just to catch up.
Now, I am not so naïve to think that the world's billionaires would give up their fortunes, but the fact that ending international poverty is possible, yet not realistic, almost makes it worse for me. The whole idea of the super-rich strikes me as immensely immoral, and that immorality is magnified by those on the opposite side of the monetary spectrum. I see no satisfactory reason to hold on to the obscene amounts of money that the super-rich are unable to part with. Greed, pride, poor self-esteem: none are good reasons to horde boundless riches from the truly poor. Over 4 billion people―two-thirds of the world's population―live on $4.00 a day or less. Two-thirds of the world lives on less money than we spend for just one gallon of gas! It simply makes me sick.
So what is the moral of this story? What conclusion have I drawn, or point have I made? Our lives are led with the assumption, if not motto, that making money is all-important. There is nothing farther from the truth. When just 1,125 people can end not only world hunger, but international poverty, I think it's time to remind ourselves what is really important in life. In the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson writes, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Jefferson didn't say that only Americans were endowed with these unalienable Rights, nor did he say that these Rights are limited only to the wealthy. All men, men referring to human not male, are created equal, and all have the right to live, to be free, and to pursue happiness. Life with the sole purpose of staying alive despite circumstances is not a life. Liberty includes freedom from starvation and malnutrition. One cannot pursue Happiness when all energy is used pursuing the next meal. I know you're asking yourself, what can one person do? Buy fewer of the things you simply want. Create energy-saving habits, therefore money-saving habits. Our society is one geared toward the consumer―if you want it, buy it. What we truly need to do is think, instead, about those less fortunate, those four billion people living on less than $4 a day. Do you really need that 64-inch TV, that souped-up laptop, or that new X-Box? Of course you don't. None of us do. We should be conservative with spending our money, and instead strive to donate as much as we can, as often as we can. A Salvation Army advertisement says, “Don't spend two dollars to dry clean a shirt. Donate it to the Salvation Army instead. They'll clean it and put it on a hanger. Next morning buy it back for seventy-five cents.” Just like this example of charity, there are many simple, easy ways to save and donate money. All you are sacrificing is perhaps a little time and a little effort. We are obliged to give to charity, because we are able to. No demographic needs our charity more than those who cannot afford their next meal. We, as the most privileged people in the world, must stand up and fight for those who cannot get up off their feet for want of nourishment. We must speak for those who are mute with swollen, bleeding gums and rotting teeth from malnutrition. We must fight for those who have all but given up fighting; those who will succumb to the fatigue that comes after missing several meals because the coin purse is still empty; those 25,000 people who die every day from hunger and hunger-related causes. We each must do our part to prevent the rich-poor gap from getting any bigger. Each person doesn't need to sell all their possessions and donate the money to the poor, while becoming poor themselves. In the words of Mother Theresa, “If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.” Then one by one, dollar by dollar, day by day, the tide will turn, until we can truly make the world a poverty-free, hunger-free place to live.