Monthly Archives: April 2008

Pigs Flying, Snowballs in Hell

I’m shocked, SHOCKED, to read an article that has me vociferously agreeing with my very own Congress Critter Virginia Foxx.  Go get ’em Ms. Foxx.

I wonder if Congresswoman Foxx has read this little ‘ol blog of mine. If so and if she’s also read BlueNC and is still willing to co-sponsor the Blogger Protection Act then I have to give her a lot of credit for putting principles before what I’d expect is a little bit of disdain for the likes of me and others who snipe at her while sitting at home in our sweats, hammering out inane musings on our PCs.

One Way Street

I was catching up on my reading, going through the pile of Winston-Salem Journals that had stacked up during our week in Myrtle when I came across a "Letter to the Editor" that caused me to pause.  I should point out that I consider the "Letters" a vital piece of my daily reading since they combine with my cup of coffee to really get my blood flowing in the morning.  Let’s just say that I often find myself in strong disagreement with my fellow Journal readers. 

Anyway, the letter that caught my attention ran on April and was submitted by Mr. Chuck Hemrick of Germanton.  He wrote:

While reading the Journal
on March 30 and 31, I was appalled that little was said about the
recent rains being a huge factor in helping to put out the fires on
Sauratown Mountain…

But Sunday and Monday
mornings’ rain were God-sent and an answer to prayers from all around
this community. My wife and I woke up each morning singing the old
church hymn, “Showers of Blessings,” thankful to God for sending the
rain!

In between those two paragraphs he points out that he also is appreciative of the efforts of local firefighters, but thinks the paper did not give God the credit he (she, it?) was due.  My question for Mr. Hemrick is this, "If God is responsible for sending the rains that stopped this wildfire then wasn’t he also responsible for sending the severe drought that provided the tinder for the wildfire?"

You see this logic all the time in stories about natural events.  A volcano explodes and the lava flow miraculously diverts around a church in its path.  Of course that’s seen as a miracle delivered by God, but somehow God had nothing to do with the volcano exploding in the first place.

Now Mr. Hemrick does say that God answered prayers of the local community, but I imagine that lots of people who lost their houses to the wildfires in Southern California last year were also praying quite hard for rains to save their homes as they watched them burn to cinders.  Were the prayers in North Carolina simply better than those in San Diego so God heard the former and not the latter?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a Christian and believe in God, but my faith does not include the belief that God directly intervenes in matters like saving property from wildfires.  And I think that if I did believe that then I would also have to believe that God intended the wildfire to be there in the first place, and that God intended for New Orleans to flood, and for the homes in San Diego to burn, and for every other "bad" thing that’s ever happened.  I don’t believe that because I tend to think of God as a kind of hands off manager that put all of this stuff that we call life in motion and then let those of us living the life to muddle through with the tools God provided us. 

I don’t think I have the right to expect others to share my understanding of faith, so I think that folks who have a faith system like Mr. Hemrick’s, one that sees God as actively involved in all aspects of life, are just as entitled to that belief as I am to mine.  My question is how can they see God as being active in providing miracles, but not active in creating the situations that necessitate those miracles?  How can they see God’s intervention as a one way street?

links for 2008-04-07

What to Do In Myrtle Beach When It Rains for a Week

Not a whole heckuva lot, unless of course you don’t mind paying top dollar to go to one of the 79 Ripley’s properties in town.  To me Myrtle has become the anti-beach, a place that seems to exist to show exactly how badly man can screw up a natural wonder like a wide sandy beach.

The highlights from our time in Myrtle:

  • Time spent together as a family.  We had some very nice meals together and managed to laugh.  A lot.
  • A trip to the Huntington Beach State Park about 20 minutes south of Myrtle.  We were there on a rainy day so we had the place to ourselves.  Beautiful place, even in the rain, and juxtaposed with Myrtle Beach it highlights how un-pretty Myrtle truly is.
  • Getting seafood at a joint in Murrells Inlet. You can never go wrong with fresh seafood.

I can’t complain too much.  Our kids are getting old enough that I can see a day in the not-too-distant future when we’ll not be able to easily get all of us off on vacation together.  Sure the weather was awful, and granted I’m not a fan of Myrtle Beach, but I’ll take a week with all of us spending time together in Siberia over a week by myself in Hawaii. If nothing else this trip reminded me of that essential truth.

Esbee Weighs In on the Local Newspaper Thing

Esbee approaches the local newspaper issue from her own angle.  Essentially she wants to return to the days when newspapers wrote more of their own stuff (i.e. relied less on wire stories) and actually used language that didn’t prompt slumber. I’d love to see the paper provide more stories like Esbee’s take on crime reporting.  To wit:

Winston-Salem police say that a
heavy-set villain robbed the Wachovia bank branch on Martin Luther King
Jr. Drive about 11 a.m. Monday.

A
surveillance-camera image shows the villain looking up menacingly as he
looms over the bank’s security guardian. The villain gestured
threateningly with an instrument of death to force the guardian to lie
down, police Capt. David Clayton said.

The
villain is described as black, in his 30s, 6 feet tall, about 350
pounds, with a thin mustache and goatee. He wore a gray, hooded
sweatshirt with blue sleeves and a thick white stripe on the side and
on the sleeves. He left in a blue Cadillac. He may or may not have the
power to shapeshift.

Any citizen with information that could foil this villain should call Crime Stoppers at 727-2800!

Esbee’s commenters then provide even more, suggesting "corpulent bandit" to which Esbee replies with "El Bandito Gordito."  Any time you can weave a description that suggests a role for Jack Black into a story you’re doing something right. 

links for 2008-04-03

Laughter

We, my family, were eating in a sports bar/restaurant a couple of days ago and something tickled our funny bones and we ended up laughing hysterically for a few minutes.  In the midst of our mirth I noticed people at surrounding tables staring at us.  Staring like you stare at someone with a large growth in the middle of their forehead.  I wondered if we were being too loud and then thought "How can you be too loud in a sports bar?"  No, there were definitely people being as loud as we were so that wasn’t the issue.  Then I wondered, "Is it really so rare to see people laughing, hard, in a public place?" Unfortunately the answer was yes.

I consider it one of the great fortunes of my life that we have teenagers and yet we still have our moments of absolute joy and between those there’s lots of "regular" laughter.  I’m knocking on wood as I type this.