Monday, 30 April 2007

To Preach or Not to Preach?


Or maybe to just turn down the volume?

OK, so I thought I would comment on this situation in Calgary. There is an open air preacher that sets up downtown on a pretty regular basis. Things had been going pretty well, until some people complained that his amps were breaking sound bylaws and were, quite frankly, really annoying to the to people who lived in the area. Ah, tempers flared, including the preacher's. The man in question, Art Pawlowski, is holding to his claim that no sound restrictions were being broken, and that it's the message people are opposed to, not the noise. Apparently, he says that he's willing to go to jail if that's what it takes to get the message through to people. The news reports say that city officials have been trying to hit a compromise with him, but that he's refusing. That's him (on the right) arguing with the bylaw officer in the picture.

Here I'm thinking "Dude, they can hear you from across the river, plain as day. Turn down the speakers!" I may be all for his message, I don't know. From his quotes, he sounds somewhat... abrasive. But whether he's in the right or wrong in claiming he should be allowed this amps... well... if it were some Muslim call to prayer being issued above and beyond the sound bylaws, I'd be more than miffed. As Christians, we need to follow the laws, unless they go directly against what God teaches. And He never said that we must use speakers.

I suppose I don't know whether he actually was breaking sound bylaws or not. The media has a way of twisting things to be seen from a certain bias, so I won't be committal either way. Art Pawlowski is adamant that he was not breaking laws. Most other people are adamant that he was. But if they can hear him from the other side of the river, I'm guessing he probably was. If that's the case, my advice to Pawlowski would be "Apologize and turn down the speakers, then carry on." If not, and this is a case of the city rejecting the message, then my advice would be "shake the dust off your feet and move on." Sometimes it's worth going to jail over an issue, but I'm not sure that this is one of them. More good, I think, can be done if he just takes his ministry elsewhere.

You can read an article on it here and here if you've missed it in the papers.

That's all. Still waiting on VTI and exams (three left!). I might be getting a job for a few months, doing yard work. Yippee! (Surprisingly, that's actually not very sarcastic).

I don't remember who said this, but I thought it pretty fitting considering the topic of this post: "Great witness is ruined by not remembering to return the Tupperware."

Monday, 23 April 2007

Summer Begins!

Well, not really, but it feels like it.

It's beautiful today! The sun is shining, the snow is melted, the air is still... I don't really know why I'm sitting here at my computer. I feel like pulling out one of those muskoka chairs from the shed and reading those great books I got for my grad! And maybe taking a walk. Well, that is, so long as my nose doesn't fall off. I'm fighting a cold, but the allergy medication is helping. Can you believe I can't swallow even one of those dinky little things without water?

WOO WOO WOO! (That's not really how I speak, but it makes me laugh, so there) Today was the last day of classes! It's actually sad in a way. I'm going to miss that Philosophy class with Howard. He said that our class was the best introductory level philosophy course he'd ever taught :-) Danielle and I made some cookies with pictures of chairs on them for the final day, as well as signs lobbying for the rights of chairs (long standing inside joke if you weren't already aware). Now I just have to figure out what in the world I'm doing for classes next year and start some major studying for exams!

VTI is looking into my application, so it looks like I might be going off this summer. My friend Emily is off to Israel pretty quick, and Sarah's heading to England, and Kate to Mexico, my family minus me (assuming I'm in Malawi or Peru) to Colorado... what an adventurous lot we're all being this year!

As far as careers are concerned, currently I'm thinking something along the lines of psychology, but that could be painful to get a degree in, not to mention a job, considering how secular a field it is... sigh. I just don't know what to do. Well, first things first, I guess. I still need to spend all those gift certificates I got for my birthday! Can't complain there, really.

All in all, life is good, although given the seven sociology readings I have to do before the 26th, I might be singing a different tune before long.

A quote by Bertrand Russell I thought Danielle would like: “The point of philosophy is to start with something so simple as not to seem worth stating, and to end with something so paradoxical that no one will believe it.“

And in terms of direction: "Hopelessly lost, but making good time..." :-)

God bless.

Friday, 20 April 2007

Chatting with the Chaplain

Well.... I've really got very little to report at the moment. It's snowing - again.

On Wednesday I talked to the chaplain of my school to try to see what she believes about God. She appears to believe in Universal Salvation - not in that Hindus and Bhuddists, for example, go to heaven, but that their souls never die or go to hell. Once their wandering souls repent, then they'll be allowed into heaven. I brought up a few verses with her, like the one about the sheep and the goats going to His right hand and His left, and how He says over and over "I will judge". There's another thing I should have brought up - the Bible talks about His wrath to come. Not His wrath that would have come if Jesus hadn't died, but the wrath to come. So someone's going to be receiving it. And also, she did mention that works were required to be "saved" - not sure saved from what - but how can a soul without a body do works?

You've probably heard this one before: “I try to keep an open mind, but not so open that my brains fall out.” Harold T. Stone

Anyway, I've got to finish breakfast and go to school. It's winding down really fast, here!
God bless,
Carla

“All the interests of my reason, speculative as well as practical, combine in the three following questions: 1. What can I know? 2. What ought I to do? 3. What may I hope?” Immanuel Kant

I think that a lot of people forget about the last one, and really hope/hold out for too much. Let's hope I'm just being pessimistic.

Monday, 16 April 2007

My Week in a Nutshell


a) the line behind me at the passport office, and b) Lisa and Margaret, my line buddies


Well, I'm seriously considering renaming this blog "The Sunday School Chronicles", because that seems to be my most common topic. This Sunday we made goop with the kids. I was a little concerned that they'd get it all over their clothes, but they were pretty good about it. I love the second graders!

Or perhaps the "School Schedule Chronicles". I managed to get my Philosophy and Astronomy essays done on time, and my English project is ready to be handed in, so now I've only got to worry about writing my Grammar essay before tomorrow. Last week started after a long weekend, then the class before Grammar was cancelled, so my pattern recognition and internal schedule were thrown off. Wouldn't you know that I just plumb forgot I had Grammar and didn't realize I had missed it until the next day, sitting in Philosophy class. AHHHH! So I emailed my prof, and she just laughed and said that the essay was due next week. Thank goodness I didn't miss anything uber important!

On Thursday I stood in line at the passport office for 2.5 hours, which, surprisingly, was actually quite fun. Upon arriving at the passport office, Cameron, a guy from church, drove by and spotted me, so he stopped to talk for a while. Once he left, Dad showed up to bring me my lunch. Once he left, the ladies in front of me in line and I hit it off and spent the rest of the time joking around and laughing. We didn't exchange names until we were actually inside the building, so they just called me "College Girl", which I felt was a rather prestigious position. I didn't get up the nerve to actually witness to them, but I did give them some tracts. I don't know exactly what they thought of them, but they didn't start spitting on me or anything, and were quite appreciative, especially for the tract with the one-liners. You can pray for them - Margaret and Lisa. I should be getting my passport back within about a month, so that's somewhat of a relief - for a while I thought my summer plans were completely shot. Now I just have to send in the VTI form and choose between Malawi and Peru for a missions trip.

Again, nothing very deep, because I don't have time at the moment, but I hope to get something of substance into this thing again, soon.

“If you look like your passport photo you're too ill to travel.” Joe Pasquale

Wednesday, 11 April 2007

Deadlines

AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! Tomorrow my English assignment is due, but there had BETTER be an extension granted on that because our prof missed the TWO most recent classes, keeping us from getting back our rough drafts! And I have to do a major revamping of my philosophy essay (and hopefully take it to the learning center), and write an astronomy essay. BY MONDAY.

Oh, help.

“I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” Douglas Adams

edited to add: And now I have a grammar essay due Tuesday!

Sunday, 8 April 2007

Easter Sunday


He is risen!

This is Mackenzie and Brayden and Jillian on Palm Sunday (last week).

I taught grade 2 Sunday School today for Sarah, because she was out dancing at another church today. It went pretty well. I love those kids (there were only five of them today). We got onto this tangent by a long string of topics: one of the girls, Naomi, said her grandma was married at 17 and had kids when she was 18, 19, 20, 22, and 23. (I think I got that right) I said that freaked me out because I was 18. Then she asked me who my boyfriend was and I said I didn't have one. She seemed quite incredulous, along with the rest, which included Brayden, who uttered an exclaimation of shock. Naomi said "Well, you should have a boyfriend by now." There was much giggling as she then proceeded to say things along the lines of "Well, you must like someone. Who do you have a crush on?" etc. etc. I changed the topic pretty quick :-) But don't worry, that was NOT the main focus of Sunday School, as we talked all about the Easter Story and why Jesus died and how He's such a good friend. And when it was over, Andrea gave me a chocolate egg. How sweet of her :-)

Some friends that we don't see a lot came over for lunch today, so that was good. We had a discussion on the Ten Commandments and the "Commandment status" of "Keep the Sabbath Day Holy".

And Lent is over!

Oh, and my passport is expired. So if I want to go a missions trip this summer, that's going to be one nightmare to get fixed before the departure date. I'm pretty bummed about that.

I can't find any good quotes relating to either boyfriends or Easter, the two most dominant topics in this post, so I'll just stick something completely random here:

“Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.” C.S. Lewis

Saturday, 7 April 2007

Do Nice People Go To Heaven?

I'd recommend that you zip on over to Focus on the Family at Oneplace.com and listen to Do Nice People Go To Heaven - it takes not quite half-an-hour to listen to, assuming you aren't too terribly computer challenged and can't figure out how to make it play, in which case I won't try to predict how long it will take you. The speaker is Jay Carty, and despite the topic he's dealing with, he makes the message pretty funny.

Now I really have to get down to doing homework... and chores... blah.

Tomorrow is EASTER! I'm glad of that. The Good Friday church service was something of a "to be continued" style, ending with the sound of nails being hammered. I'm ready for part 2.

Quote (echoing the image of saving the girl from the car in the message I told you to listen to):
"I'd rather have people hate me with the knowledge that I tried to save them." Keith Green

Thursday, 5 April 2007

General Life

Ee-hah! (That's the feminine version of yee-haw) Just a short post today. Dad took me to Swiss Chalet for my birthday dinner yesterday. I had some ribs and fries, Dad had chicken and a caesar salad. The waitress who took our order wasn't the same one to deliver the food, so when our food arrived, she naturally assumed that Dad had the ribs and I had the chicken. (Men = hearty food, Women = salad) I was amused by that.

Then we darted off to Chinook mall because I had a few gift cards I needed to spend. I bought a CD player for my room and an mp3 player that you can hook up to it. I left a tract with both the waitress and the manager who sold me the music stuff. They were both really friendly.

Another class at school was cancelled today. It seems like all the profs are either sick or pretending to be. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Sociology this afternoon!

And because I mentioned tracts, and I love evangelism quotes:
"Let the victors when they come, When the forts of folly fall, Find thy body near the wall." Alfred Buxton

Tuesday, 3 April 2007

In That Moment

Would he have time for a speech? As the Hound seized him, in view of ten or twenty or thirty million people, mightn't he sum up his entire life in the last week in one single phrase or a word that would stay with them long after the Hound had turned, clenching him in its metal-plier jaws, and trotted off in darkness, while the camera remained stationary, watching the creature dwindle in the distance— a splendid fade-out! What could he say in a single word, a few words, that would sear all their faces and wake them up?“ from Fahrenheit 451

What would I say? What would you say? Do you have anything worth saying? In that final moment, what will be most important? What would this culture expect?

A final defiance? I define my own existence! Obviously.
A statement of sacrifice? For tolerance! Life well wasted.
A cry of regret? Noooo.... Or perhaps one of terror?
A muttering of dismay? Not like this, not like this. No, no, not like that.
A challenge? Bring it on! You have no idea...
An encouragement? The world shall continue! To what purpose?
An apology? I'm sorry, oh, I'm so sorry... Tell them what for.
A last farewell? Don't forget me! Dust to dust.
A warning? You'll pay! Someone already did. You missed it.
A reflection? Why? Why didn't you ask that sooner?
A victory cry? You're next! How benevolent.
A commission? Remember rights of the individual! How commendable.

What would you say?

A final defiance? It's not over!
A statement of sacrifice? I die for Truth!
A cry of regret? God, more time to teach...
A muttering of dismay? Forgive them for this.
A challenge? Stand firm!
An encouragement? It'll soon be over.
An apology? I'm sorry, but I must leave you now.
A last farewell? Go with God!
A warning? You must repent!
A reflection? It wasn't wasted!
A victory cry? God is still good!
A commission? Remember God! Remember Truth!

Without being morbid about it, what would you say? Would your last words matter? If this were tomorrow, what would they be?

"It is better to lose your life than waste it." John Piper

Monday, 2 April 2007

Dies Irae

This is a requiem by Karl Jenkins called Dies Irae. I was introduced to it by my friend Sarah, and now I'm hooked (Love you, Sarah:-). I have one of Karl Jenkin's CDs already, but now I'm thinking I'm going to have to order another one. It's so dramatic, and so TRUE!

Dies Irae means "Day of Wrath", and was originally a Latin thirteenth century hymn, thought to be written by Thomas of Celano. Karl Jenkins came along and rewrote it. If you trust Wikipedia, there's an article on it there, complete with the English translation of the original lyrics. The entire song is talking about the judgment of God on the world.



Dies irae, Dies illa (This day, this day of wrath)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
Teste David cum Sibylla (As foretold by David and the Sibyl)
Quantus tremor est futurus (What trembling there shall be).
Quando judex est venturus (When the judge shall come)

Cuncta stricte disscussurus! (To weigh everything strictly)
Tuba mirum spargens sonum (The trumpet, scattering its awful sound)
Per sepulchra regionum (Across the graves of all lands)
Coget omnes ante thronum (Summons all before the throne)
Mors stupebit et natura (Death and nature shall be stunned)

Cum resurget creatura (All creation is awakening)
Judicanti responsura (To render account before the judge)
Liber scriptus proferetur (The written book shall be bought)
In quo totum continetur (In which all is contained)
Unde mundus judicetur (Whereby the world shall be judged)

Judex ergo cum sedebit (When the judge takes his seat)
Quidquid latet apparebit (All that is hidden shall appear)
Nil inultum remanebit (Nothing will remain unavenged)
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus (What shall I, a wretch, say then)
Quem patronum rogaturus (To which protector shall I appeal)
Cum vix justus sit securus? (When even the just man is barely safe?)

Sunday, 1 April 2007

Eighteenth!


These would be pictures of the parents, Daddy and Mommy during my eighteenth birthday and graduation on the 31st. Beneath that are the cousins: Randal, Logan, Thomas, and Jared respectively.
Then there is the beautiful Emily Ask and me, followed by Amanda and Jess. Unfortunately, there aren't any good pics of my red shoes.


EEEE! I am officially an adoolt, although my spelling remains as childish as before. The graduation and birthday celebration was awesome, although a few people unfortunately couldn't make it at the last minute because of undesirable developments in health.

Now I can officially go pub crawling, waver signing, and *gasp* - my favourite - voting! And to put your mind at ease, I don't plan to be doing any pub crawling, but only mentioned it in a hypothetical, it's-now-legal sort of way. That being said, I did receive a bottle of white wine as a gift from a friend. My grandma's expression was priceless, but I think it's kinda cool!

Several people said very nice things during the open mic time, and I got a "real" diploma from "Heinrichs Homeschooling". But thanks, Mom, for telling everyone of my failed attempts at ventriloquism! Mom also made a little "lap book" for me that' is so beautiful - and I didn't even know about it until I got there and saw it! Pretty flowers abounded, in accordance with my wishes (tulips), and the punch was really good (Thank you, Mrs. Wilkie!). I could write on and on, but I guess you probably don't want to see a full guest and/or gift list, and my writing out a full transcript just isn't going to happen... By the way, THANKS everyone, for all the gifts! Notes of gratitude shall soon be sent out.

My Grandma and some cousins came all the way out from Regina for the event - ah! I love them for it! (Actually, I love them regardless!) I am so happy that they were able to be here! Shortly before the event was to begin, Brianna grabbed some of the cousins and went out for a C-train line tour/joy-ride. They stayed out a little longer than we expected them to, so for a while it seemed like they were going to be late for the very thing that they drove all the way from Regina for! I had the foresight to stay behind and get ready. Uncle Ray noted that this was the reason "Carla is graduating and they're not". :-)

To do with life milestones:
“The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.” J. R. R. Tolkien