<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:17:41.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-6549580362540374561</id><published>2008-09-03T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:27:49.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus Christ Superstar"</title><content type='html'>i recently watched the movie "Jesus Christ Superstar", long a favorite of my parents, their friends &amp;amp; little ol' me. This may not result in much of an insight (this certainly isn't particularly much of a blog), but i found something interesting in their rendition of Potius Pilate. He says something that is no where in the scriptures (in the movie's defence, this is loosely based on what would Judas' point of view of Jesus be, yes, that's what this movie is about) or any commentary i'm aware of so far. Pontius pilots states (well- sings, this is a rock opera) after the crowd (mob) declares &lt;em&gt;"We have no king, but Caesar!",&lt;strong&gt; "Up 'till now that's been terribly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lacking."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That being no where in the text, one may do some behind the scenes wondering. What would make an ol' meanie like Pontius Pilate wash his hands of the matter. What had to come first before such a gesture was the investment of some pity. Some say this out of character behavior was the result of just how innocent Jesus was. Or at least, how special He was.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;"We have no king, but Caesar!"&lt;/em&gt; was in fact what was out of character... from the Jews. This is not news to the reader. What was new to me, was that&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Up 'till now that's been terribly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lacking."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; shows that there was suddenly extreme interest in what could possibly have changed these particular Jew's tune. Additionally, that whatever it was, he should probably do the exact opposite of what they wanted- even if it seemed a good thing for Rome, purely because of how suspicious such a turnaround had to be.&lt;br /&gt;     Whatever take folks have had of Pilate, that he treated Jesus with some pity, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; out of Jesus' effect on him personally...&lt;strong&gt; but&lt;/strong&gt; out of suspicion of the Jews sudden respect for Caesar, just may be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kid's On Centering Prayer TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-6549580362540374561?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6549580362540374561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=6549580362540374561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/6549580362540374561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/6549580362540374561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-christ-superstar.html' title='&quot;Jesus Christ Superstar&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-7376896118065662349</id><published>2008-06-21T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:49:31.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Self Centered Religions: Wait, What?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Most people know&lt;/strong&gt; that the continuing thread running through pagan religions is the taking too literally the gods as real entities. In other words, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initiation&lt;/span&gt; into a mystery cult most likely involves finding out that Zeus or Thor have more to do with representing lightening that welding it. &lt;strong&gt;Many people know&lt;/strong&gt; these gods as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;metaphors&lt;/span&gt; stem from symbols being needed to ease understanding of a culture's personal mythology. &lt;strong&gt;Several people know&lt;/strong&gt; these mythologies date back to Bronze Age observations of nature &amp;amp; it's relationship to the spiritual realm. &lt;strong&gt;There&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of people that know&lt;/strong&gt; that these myths &amp;amp; their symbols are strikingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; no matter how far apart the cultures are away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;... this gives rise to the use of calling them "universal" symbols. &lt;strong&gt;A few people know&lt;/strong&gt; that the other continuing thread running through pagan religions is that for those that don't take the gods too literally as real entities, they instead use the &lt;em&gt;flowering of consciousness&lt;/em&gt; practice.&lt;br /&gt;This does not invite &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; into you as one of many willing temples of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; abode. This proclaims rather that you are either a sort of god in your own right due to your &lt;em&gt;flowered conscious&lt;/em&gt; (popularly known as enlightenment) or are the &lt;em&gt;figment of the imagination&lt;/em&gt; of a higher, greater consciousness (popularly called an illusion of &lt;em&gt;The Dreamer&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;. "All is an illusion"). The latter states that this higher, greater consciousness is not (or at least, not as yet) a fully formed thing. A side effect of this is that it would be naive to assign it a personality. The result is that you either focus inward trying to reconcile that everything important is inside you just waiting to be manifested or that you must focus inward trying to figure out the best way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disintegrate&lt;/span&gt; into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;strong&gt;a very small number, if any,&lt;/strong&gt; of these adherents &lt;strong&gt;seem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to catch on to&lt;/strong&gt; is how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; self centered this idea (&amp;amp; it's offspring) happens to be. These teachings claim to highly prize altruism, compassion &amp;amp; peace, but they are transparent to anyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; is compassionate. The question must be addressed to all of this is:&lt;br /&gt;"If there really is A GOD &amp;amp; A DEVIL, wouldn't it be the Devil's method, to lure as many way from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; as possible by A.) convincing them he [the Devil] is only their repressed desires and B.) use concepts of light as bait to actually lure them into darkness. After all, the goal in the end isn't loving others or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; mysterious being, but to curl up into a metaphoric ball &amp;amp; become an island just as the Devil is taught in Christianity as having wanted to do since his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;The flowering of or the attainment of "higher consciousness" may have a small safe place somewhere in the truth, but it does have a dark side. Namely that self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;centeredness&lt;/span&gt; is the exact opposite of worshiping &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;... so&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centring Prayer TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-7376896118065662349?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7376896118065662349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=7376896118065662349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/7376896118065662349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/7376896118065662349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-centered-religions-wait-what.html' title='&quot;Self Centered Religions: Wait, What?&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-819109906419700905</id><published>2008-03-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:24:05.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Judge Not..."</title><content type='html'>Over time I've seen a Southsider, not a Fountainer (as they are extinct), but a 5 pointer, that I once judged as homeless, then a streetwalker (hint-hint intended), now I've no idea, &amp;amp; have finally stopped trying to label. Pretty slow for a &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;ian, eh? Once, I brought a flier she put up on the telephone pole by &lt;em&gt;Bell Bottoms&lt;/em&gt; (near the bus stop) to Greg to read (because I thought it would amuse him. He didn't seem to find it &lt;em&gt;all that&lt;/em&gt; funny like I did, but it was fun just to do. This was the first of it's kind I'd seen since high school. It lamented that "so called" Christians could do very thoughtless things.&lt;br /&gt; Well, amen.&lt;br /&gt; Not so long ago, I saw her put up another one I knew better (as a good Christian) not to take down to show anyone. This was not one I'd ever seen the like of since grade school when fliers were a new thing (in Southside). This one warned parting ladies to always have enough gas to get home as they were vulnerable to creepy guys (her words) at gas stations. As a good Christian I knew not to take it down to show anyone. As a good Christian I knew that if I took t down (even if only to show it) that would hinder it being read. Right by &lt;em&gt;Bell Bottoms&lt;/em&gt;. Good place for it. They have female jello wrestling &amp;amp; male cage fights. Might want enough gas, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;So, I've finally stopped trying to judge what she is or was or whatever, and am now judging &lt;em&gt;Bell&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bottoms&lt;/em&gt;. Something it never entered my mind to do until then. No, they aren't the only bar in town, they're just where her flier is located.&lt;br /&gt;"...people in whose heart is &lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt; law"&lt;br /&gt;--Isaiah 51:7&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centering Prayer TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-819109906419700905?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/819109906419700905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=819109906419700905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/819109906419700905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/819109906419700905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Judge Not...&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-2560335718074537131</id><published>2008-03-16T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:28:37.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Busy,Busy..."</title><content type='html'>"Be still and Know..."&lt;br /&gt;--Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a busy time it seems. I've been intentionally doing almost everything I can to stay at home to heal from oral surgery &lt;strong&gt;while still working&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's tough. Errands I used to take for granted as not that big a deal to perform, now boom at me their necessity &amp;amp; laugh at how tired accomplishing them make me. I truly feel like a hypochondriac. Every temptation I used to take for granted as not that big a deal to overcome, now boom at me their necessity &amp;amp; laugh at how tired resisting them make me. I truly feel like &lt;em&gt;Layman Damien of the Cross&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; An example would be how sending out birthday cards late... would make me feel awful. It would happen every now &amp;amp; then. Now, I don't feel so bad about it (now, that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; awful) Now, I understand why some refer to it as a ministry. It now has all the hallmarks, light though they may be in comparison to facing violent hindus in India (Mark Gobel's friend), violent muslims in Africa (the Oldeyes), &amp;amp; every trip to the Holy Land(s) (insert name here). I had face &lt;em&gt;violent&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as a child, but neither on either side knew enough about Christ to know how off they were to threaten in His name. No, It never came to blows. No not because they thought I was Qui Chai Cane or whatever David Carradine's name was in &lt;em&gt;Kung Fu&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oopps, a tangent!&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a busy time it seems. Daylight savings, Palm this &amp;amp; that, St. Patty's, Purim, spring equinox (try that word at &lt;em&gt;Scrabble&lt;/em&gt;), etc... Then there is, of course [sigh] more later...&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centering Prayer TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-2560335718074537131?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2560335718074537131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=2560335718074537131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2560335718074537131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2560335718074537131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/03/busybusy.html' title='&quot;Busy,Busy...&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-1302539732221579215</id><published>2008-02-23T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T12:03:59.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Long Gone Civilization"</title><content type='html'>"...&lt;em&gt;nor to devote themselves to myths and endless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genealogies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          -- I Timothy 1:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me the other day that most stories about elves came from the English, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inheritors&lt;/span&gt; of countless Scott, Irish, &amp;amp; Welsh (as well as obviously, their own) tales of advanced, magical peoples-- now vanished back to the magical realms from hence they came. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Supposedly&lt;/span&gt; they left "Man" because they [elves, etc...] felt &lt;em&gt;called back home&lt;/em&gt; due to their work there[the Brit. Isles] was completed. These elegant and graceful creatures were never to return, only they were to leave behind the influence of their impact via such things as implements of great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;craftsmanship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;techniques&lt;/em&gt; for doing certain things, and the &lt;em&gt;Arts&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sorry, but does anyone else see this as a comparison to the fall of the Roman empire? The more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;technologically&lt;/span&gt; advanced, master &lt;em&gt;craftsmen&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; engineers-- w/ their &lt;em&gt;high morals&lt;/em&gt; (doubt it? Just ask 'em) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;regard&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;Arts&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;loftily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;traipsing&lt;/span&gt; back to Avalon/Rome.&lt;br /&gt;We may debate which came 1st, the chicken or the egg, but we know that elves tales came before the Romans. We also know that the Romans were anything but finished w/ the Celts when they had to return to defend what was left of the &lt;strong&gt;Eternal City&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet, did the poet/historians borrow so heavily, that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;similarities&lt;/span&gt; seen are merely do to that? I've rarely seen such a round robin... every time I chalk up one theme to another one I see it's connection to something older &amp;amp; not just in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; that that is true of most things in general. Throw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prophesies and themes in, too and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; hard hard it is to get out of the mire! :)&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centering Prayer, TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-1302539732221579215?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1302539732221579215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=1302539732221579215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1302539732221579215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1302539732221579215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-gone-civilization.html' title='&quot;A Long Gone Civilization&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-4088621957206747032</id><published>2008-02-06T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:49:17.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When God Is: Speed"</title><content type='html'>Where were &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;...?"&lt;br /&gt;Job 38:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not so long ago that folks used to wish eachother "&lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed". Things today have the potential to go at speeds that impress us &amp;amp; though we bragg about this in comparison to olden days when things weren't able to go as fast, we are still impatient for them to go even faster. The truth is the reason things are at the speeds they are today in our modern/post-modern time period is because those that came before us were not satisfied with the rate at which things were going and invented all kinds of stuff with open ended improvement capablity. Though the current idea of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" may be more immeadiate than our forebear's idea, it is their impatience we've inhereted. When they wished one another &lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed it was not always for particular instences. It was, after a short while, a way of just saying goodbye. Yes, it is their impatience we now have as a legecy.&lt;br /&gt;Folks no longer wish eachother &lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed. The word "cool" is much older than "groovy", but still in full swing. Is "&lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed" outdated due to how long ago it was coined? The word"cool" argues against this (though it may just be too cool to leave usage). The folloing is the most right wing conservitive Christian thing I've probably ever said:&lt;br /&gt;we no longer wish one another &lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed because we're A.) increasingly &lt;strong&gt;Godless&lt;/strong&gt; and B.) both the &lt;strong&gt;Godless&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; spiritual alike (see... noticed even i said "spiritual" &amp;amp; not "Christian etc... we're are becoming increasingly &lt;strong&gt;Godless&lt;/strong&gt;) where was I? Oh, yeah-- and B.) both the &lt;strong&gt;Godless&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; spiritual alike quite simply have found &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; to be too slow!&lt;br /&gt;You may issue me my flag lapel &amp;amp; parted on the side hair style, now...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. I already have those.&lt;br /&gt;As society uses political correctness to remove more and more of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;things God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in public, little wonder a catch phrase that has &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; in it has fallen out of usage. This is why many find political correctness a less than innocent thing. As usual it is an original good thing, become corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;That is A.). B.) is the doosy. It was not so long ago, that things like sudden storms, very, very often attributed to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, were examples of how fast He can be (see Job). Yet, as we've become the give it to me NOW generation, nothing is ever fast enough. As for God's speed? We Christians are always wanting &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; to improve us. We want to sin less, and I don't know, I guess "shine" more. Yet, &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; takes &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; time and we fidgit. Though trees are an example of nature (ie... &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;) being slow not fast, a better one is us.The deal is&lt;strong&gt; God&lt;/strong&gt; made us and &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; knew what we would be like if we ever fell (which we did). Broken things resist quick-fixes. Those are for rare situations, even they of which are usualy temporary-- needing more intensive attention down the road. The&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; must be saying:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed? You can't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HANDLE&lt;/em&gt; God's&lt;/strong&gt; speed!"&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centering Prayer Today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-4088621957206747032?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4088621957206747032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=4088621957206747032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4088621957206747032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4088621957206747032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-god-is-speed.html' title='&quot;When God Is: Speed&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-9091298275017128891</id><published>2008-02-03T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:13:06.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When God is: "Pins &amp; Needles"</title><content type='html'>"Where were &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; when&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt;...?"&lt;br /&gt;--Job 38:4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When those that have strayed from the path have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back in their life, they seem invigorated and happy. I cant help but think, however, that for those that've let their souls go to sleep and were numb because of it (like when your foot went to sleep and was numb because of it) God comes flowing in feeling like pins &amp;amp; needles!&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centering Prayer Today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-9091298275017128891?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9091298275017128891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=9091298275017128891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/9091298275017128891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/9091298275017128891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-god-is-pins-needles.html' title='When God is: &quot;Pins &amp; Needles&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-5597630620962258588</id><published>2008-02-03T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:48:16.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Where were &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            -- Job 38: 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Once when lamenting like St. Paul, how our fallen nature so often doesn't want to do the Lord's will, I realised how God got his nickname "The Almighty". No, this is not about why there is only one l in it. Though, like in Job, God's responcible for great creations, what is truly a sign of His great power is that His will is still continuing to be done in the end against an entire planet of people with free will choosing most of the time to do the opposite. Now, that's power!&lt;br /&gt;                  Buy Bonds &amp;amp; ...so, about that centering prayer thing w/ the kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-5597630620962258588?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5597630620962258588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=5597630620962258588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5597630620962258588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5597630620962258588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-were-you-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-4763914539376131372</id><published>2008-01-20T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:35:07.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forgivness &amp; Altruism Prt. II"</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, OKAY:&lt;br /&gt; A.) We don't merely &lt;em&gt;infer&lt;/em&gt; that we forgive because God 1st forgave us from Paul's epistles concerning the way we love because God 1st loved us. Paul' epistles &lt;em&gt;actually say&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt; B.) An important part of altruism is that it's positivity is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt; C.) Love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;, etc... don't have to take place as some form of transaction, this would fly in the face of altruism's nature of being  unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;Why say these things with a bunch of "okays" like I'm excited about some new evidence? Because no more than a few days after I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogged&lt;/span&gt; about this, sun.'s meditation for the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;congregation&lt;/span&gt; came from the smaller class &amp;amp; made clear these additional/ corrective items. &lt;strong&gt;How cool is that&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Teach Your Kids Breathing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Exercises&lt;/span&gt; While They're Young Enough To Of Think It As Some Fun Game, TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-4763914539376131372?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4763914539376131372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=4763914539376131372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4763914539376131372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4763914539376131372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/01/forgivness-altruism-prt-ii.html' title='&quot;Forgivness &amp; Altruism Prt. II&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8647355300403360942</id><published>2008-01-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:54:49.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forgivness &amp; Altruism"</title><content type='html'>On July 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I posted a blog entitled "Fellowship vs. Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lucado&lt;/span&gt;" that explained how red warning flags pop up for me when I hear something (especially religious stuff) trying to make it "about me" (ref: "It's Not About Me" by Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lucado&lt;/span&gt;). I find this to fall apart in the area of personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. When it comes to that, it is about me.&lt;br /&gt;     I found this out in Greg's sun. class where we &lt;em&gt;discussed&lt;/em&gt; how forgiving others may be more about something we do for our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;benefit&lt;/span&gt; than the one we are forgiving. This was not a new subject for Greg, but because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;may've&lt;/span&gt; been new for others it was treated like it. Somewhere along the line I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; this robs forgiveness of the very altruism it's supposed to engender... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; it dawned on me that paths are not the same as destinations (re: "Life's a journey not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;destination&lt;/span&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;     If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; other things) engenders altruism, what leads to it may indeed involve some searching inside one's self. Bear in mind this is the antithesis of altruism which is thinking of other's needs &amp;amp; wants so much you &lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt; to ask "What's in it for me"? This definition of altruism is easy to remember because it jives so well with a definition of faith being you trust so much you &lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt; to doubt. Though a goal of altruism may be forgetting how "I" fit into any given thing, my starting point may be how do "I" become altruistic. A very self centered question may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;. How do "I" forget about "me"?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; is such an appropriate example, because if there is work that needs to take place inside of me (like forming a forgiving heart), then I have a personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. That is by definition about me. From Paul's Epistles we learn that: "We love God, because He 1st loved us." From this we infer that we forgive, because God 1st forgave us. These are examples of people taking personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. One may ask why take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; and the answer can be so that we are better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; to serve others (altruistic). A single mother may put down the bottle and sober-up. Why? So she can better take care of her kids. Doing it for herself alone may not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;     If we forgive another more to our benefit than to the one being forgiven, we are doing work in ourselves that is required for service to others... &lt;em&gt;such as forgiving!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids On Centering Payer TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8647355300403360942?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8647355300403360942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8647355300403360942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8647355300403360942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8647355300403360942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2008/01/forgivness-altruism.html' title='&quot;Forgivness &amp; Altruism&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-3568032648911792715</id><published>2007-12-25T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:24:56.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Merry Christmas!"</title><content type='html'>"Okay boys &amp;amp; girls, Who put the the 'Christ' in 'Christmas'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ did, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yyyyaaaayyy&lt;/span&gt;!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Actually (don't ya hate stuff that starts out w/ "actually"), many downplay divine meddling in human affairs (as they would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sardonically&lt;/span&gt; put it) &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;blame&lt;/strong&gt; regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;replacing&lt;/strong&gt; the Winter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solstice&lt;/span&gt; timed annual celebration of the god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mithras&lt;/span&gt;, a soldier deity of the Roman Empire of much farther Eastern origins. Yes, it rhymes... in English! Which makes ya wonder just how English some British words are. Sort of like "Tuscaloosa" or "Alabama". "Auburn" actually is an English word, not just British.&lt;br /&gt;   Many would assume Christmas to be a pagan holiday. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;incorrect&lt;/span&gt; in my humble (yeah, right, Damien) opinion due to 2 things. 1, If the Winter Solstice was celebrated because folks had to cram inside a lot due to being cold and snowed in-- so, you better come up w/ a way to light up moral (crowded family can make for fighting). So celebration was the answer (light up the winter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;darkness&lt;/span&gt;-- ya w/ me?) &amp;amp; blah, blah, blah... I ask "Where's Christ's snow-shoes, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;2, most reading this are of pagan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ancestry&lt;/span&gt;, but are more recently of Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ancestry&lt;/span&gt;. Does this "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;REPLACEMENT&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; not count? Do we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; the moving &amp;amp; shaking of holy men &amp;amp; women through the last 2,000 yrs. creating ways for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; selves to made part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judeo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Christian religion&lt;/em&gt; null &amp;amp; void? No? Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; pagan any more than we still are, right? Right!... now that's humble opinion for ya.&lt;br /&gt;   So, "Merry Christmas" &amp;amp; Happy belated Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, yeah, Buy Bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-3568032648911792715?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3568032648911792715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=3568032648911792715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3568032648911792715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3568032648911792715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='&quot;Merry Christmas!&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-4797686516567139341</id><published>2007-11-26T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:23:03.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Layman Damien of the Cross?"</title><content type='html'>I know most in our community squirm at such things as &lt;em&gt;titles&lt;/em&gt;, making it about &lt;em&gt;one's self&lt;/em&gt;, etc..., but since we also like to test out being &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; our &lt;em&gt;comfort zones&lt;/em&gt;-- well, here goes! My previous blog confessed my lack of peace. More than one book I've been reading has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mentioned&lt;/span&gt; St. John of the Cross. St. John of the Cross was known for (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; other things) the phrase "dark night of the soul". This referred to times of struggle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;regarding&lt;/span&gt; one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sinfulness&lt;/span&gt; in relationship to God. This is a time where God's mercy is not the focal point, but instead God's judgment. These times are moments in a Christian's journey where he/she may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theologically&lt;/span&gt; acknowledge that God &lt;strong&gt;disciplines&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;punishes&lt;/strong&gt;, but doesn't feel that this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; justice, &amp;amp; that they deserve punishment, not mere discipline. What's so dark about this dark night of the soul is one's sense of unworthiness eclipses sound doctrine. There's also the irony that a moment where you &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; punishment &lt;em&gt;the most&lt;/em&gt; is at this time where you'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; if the Lord made an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt; in your case and allowed the bad things that are bound to happen in any given life, not be something that makes you stronger (which is His M.O.), but weakens you so you have no illusions about His distaste for you at this point in time (yes, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt; was an atheist). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Additionally&lt;/span&gt;, there is a good bit about no longer feeling the Lord's presence, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;normally&lt;/span&gt; one has been.&lt;br /&gt;     Though this is descriptive of much more agony than my lack of peace, the &lt;strong&gt;roots&lt;/strong&gt; are blatantly the same. Blatantly. The love we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;immersed&lt;/span&gt; in at D.F. can counter-balance some of this. Hermits! Man, ya gotta love 'em. There is evidence, however, that Dear John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;may've&lt;/span&gt; experienced this while at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;monastery&lt;/span&gt;. I still feel the Lord's presence. Or, for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt; blog reader, I'm still so incredibly aware of the existence of God at all times, I call that God's presence. Yet, I'm increasingly guilty over how I don't measure-up. My repetition of the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' sin(s) wearing down my faith that it's not about my letting my inner Christ take care of it, but that there is the unknown factor of just what does that mean in contrast to personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;                                    Buy Bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on a Christian form of &lt;em&gt;Yoga&lt;/em&gt; TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Learn your &lt;em&gt;Yoga&lt;/em&gt; positions fist before&lt;br /&gt;joining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masseuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend of mine&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-4797686516567139341?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4797686516567139341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=4797686516567139341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4797686516567139341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4797686516567139341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/11/layman-damien-of-cross.html' title='&quot;Layman Damien of the Cross?&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8810048220676419966</id><published>2007-11-22T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:35:19.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Wanna Peace Ah Me?"</title><content type='html'>I've lost my peace. I hope someone else has it and it hasn't just up &amp;amp; disappeared. I think I might indeed find some peace if I knew someone was getting some use out of it. Perhaps my peace was sent to a person I had inadvertently taken peace from, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instance&lt;/span&gt;. Better yet, perhaps I once blatantly stole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; peace, the peace I miss was never mine to begin with and has returned to the rightful, former owner. So, if ya see some peace laying around, you might want to think twice about giving ME SOME OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;     Ahem. Then again, as Jesus does not give as the world gives... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I have peace and just don't recognise it because I'm somehow too worldly.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Anyway, you wants some bonds? Buy 'em!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Your kids on centering prayer yet, or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8810048220676419966?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8810048220676419966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8810048220676419966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8810048220676419966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8810048220676419966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-wanna-peace-ah-me.html' title='&quot;You Wanna Peace Ah Me?&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-5738852178901962522</id><published>2007-11-09T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:32:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Greg's Contemplations"</title><content type='html'>When asked recently what I got out of some contemplations Greg did quite some time ago on Jesus and Peter, I replied, "If you'e a &lt;strong&gt;carpenter&lt;/strong&gt; telling a &lt;strong&gt;fisherman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;how &lt;/em&gt;to fish, you'd better be the Son of God!"&lt;br /&gt;     Buy bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY!,&lt;br /&gt;                                    Damie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-5738852178901962522?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5738852178901962522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=5738852178901962522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5738852178901962522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5738852178901962522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/11/gregs-contemplations.html' title='&quot;Greg&apos;s Contemplations&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-242370529768986699</id><published>2007-11-07T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:54:21.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What's Love Got To Do With It?"</title><content type='html'>There is a notion that unconditional love is a mental defence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mechanism&lt;/span&gt; for tolerating bad behavior. This notion makes room for the practice to cover folks from loved ones to strangers. The idea is that we employ unconditional love by not letting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; bad behavior cause us to react &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similarly&lt;/span&gt;. In other words we use our mind ("I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; engage good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;behavior at&lt;/span&gt; this time, because my love for this person is not based on the condition that they are always well behaved.") to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt; our heart ("I will not be influenced to act &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;negatively&lt;/span&gt; if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shield&lt;/span&gt; myself momentarily from them and what they are doing."). The flaw in this is obvious: that's not love. The fact that it's not unconditional, either, is of &lt;em&gt;lesser &lt;/em&gt;concern.&lt;br /&gt;     Love, no matter how well we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spin&lt;/span&gt; it, isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;distancing&lt;/span&gt; (even "momentarily") our heart from someone. Bad behavior is all around us and we are influenced by it. People have differing degrees of sensitivity. People have differing opinions about behavior, influence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;negativity&lt;/span&gt;, etc... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Negative&lt;/span&gt; behavior however, like so much else, doesn't change the rule that influence doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt; mean emulation. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;instance&lt;/span&gt;; how much of the body of Christ is influenced by Christ Himself? All of it to one degree or another. How much of the body of Christ actually emulates Him? Regardless of degree,  none are 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;. Influence doesn't have to = emulation.&lt;br /&gt;     Just as God's grace was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; for Paul's thorn in his side, God can give us the grace to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; open hearted to someone acting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;unbecomingly&lt;/span&gt;. The decision (&amp;amp; after enough practice, the intuition) to not behave the same hateful way is not based on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shielding&lt;/span&gt; yourself. This is the definition of "tough". Tough is not blocking a punch and delivering one. Tough is taking a punch and handling it. To whatever degree.&lt;br /&gt;     Unconditional love is about mourning with those that mourn and rejoicing with those rejoicing. Imagine the sapping of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;entails&lt;/span&gt;. You've got to have stamina. You've got to be tough. You've got to be blessed with God's grace. In other words, there is a condition.&lt;br /&gt;     It is my opinion that the only way to truly practise unconditional love is through the Holy Spirit (the &lt;strong&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/strong&gt; is still the &lt;strong&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, regardless of what &lt;em&gt;religion&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are). To be in a state where He can influence that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;... 100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;... well, that's grace! That's the condition for unconditional love. The good news? I've yet to meet a person that hasn't performed this in some way or form. It's true. Anyone reading this right now, I've seen you do this, at least to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       So, buy bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Damie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-242370529768986699?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/242370529768986699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=242370529768986699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/242370529768986699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/242370529768986699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s Love Got To Do With It?&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-3766444479048953887</id><published>2007-10-23T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:50:53.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Line, please?"</title><content type='html'>A line from the movie "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;-- "Hindu and Islam are the left and right eye of India."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mahatma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line from the movie "Fight Club":&lt;br /&gt;-- "I asked myself, 'What kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dining room&lt;/span&gt; set defines me as a person?' "&lt;br /&gt;                                                                -- &lt;em&gt;Jack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-3766444479048953887?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3766444479048953887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=3766444479048953887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3766444479048953887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3766444479048953887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/10/line-please.html' title='&quot;Line, please?&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-2326626406748394388</id><published>2007-09-28T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:28:17.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We D.F.ers...</title><content type='html'>There is a &lt;em&gt;school of thought&lt;/em&gt; that says that instinct, though a form of thought, is about the body. This concerns the material plane. This school of thought continues to say that intuition, also a form of thought, is about the soul. This concerns the spiritual plane.&lt;br /&gt;     We D.F.ers would say that this school is &lt;strong&gt;not a building&lt;/strong&gt;, concerning the material, but this school is a badge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;identity&lt;/span&gt;, concerning the ethereal. Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Buy Bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                Damie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-2326626406748394388?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2326626406748394388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=2326626406748394388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2326626406748394388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2326626406748394388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-dfers.html' title='We D.F.ers...'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-1008561984444247136</id><published>2007-09-24T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:36:31.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heeeerree's Damie..."!</title><content type='html'>After a short dalliance involving settling into a &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; job, it's time for more blogging. One of the most moving parts of fellowship is that its consistantcy isn't in how often the people are encouraging you personally, but how often you know that the people are encouraging in general. Still, it's been inspirational to have been recieving so much Christian love -- personaly. So many've shown interest &amp;amp; encouragment! I even recieved&lt;em&gt; more than usual&lt;/em&gt; positive feedback after last week's worship plan. This has really backed up the trifold concept of "faith, hope &amp;amp; love". Thanks again to all.&lt;br /&gt;Buy Bonds &amp;amp; Get Your Kids on Centering Prayer TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Damie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-1008561984444247136?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1008561984444247136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=1008561984444247136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1008561984444247136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1008561984444247136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/heeeerrees-damie.html' title='&quot;Heeeerree&apos;s Damie...&quot;!'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-6190782358842722667</id><published>2007-09-04T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:23:34.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critics of Nt'l Geographic</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how depressing Nt’l Geographic (the magazine, not their channel) is these past few years? I mean it’s basically just article after article about what’s extinct or endangered, now. I thought it was a very clear sign of the times. The planet has been run by the wrong folks for far too long. I guess the attack on my way of thinking would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, no, no, the environment isn’t that bad. Nt’l Geo ran articles in the past when the only extinct things were dinosaurs. Dinosaur after dinosaur, after dinosaur article…they are just having a hard time breaking out of that mold. A large part of their staff, it’s all they know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine these guys’ ancestors back in pre-historic times? You got two little cave boys talking about their fathers. Instead of the, “My Dad can beat your Dad!” routine, it’s the other one. There’s the one boy that can get all soft spoken, saying how lucky the other is to have a father like&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, your Dad’s a dinoman, man. He’s helpin’ get rid of all those monsters. Your Dad’s cool. I mean, I can really respect that, you know? He gives from the heart. He’s giving to society. My Dad… all he is, is a fireman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s rough, dude. You know, ‘cause it’s still so hard getting’ things lit these days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t I know it, man? It took me like 2 hours knockin’ these stones together and as soon I’m gettin’ somewhere… here come Dad with his big feet all stompin’ everything out… The only folks more annoying are doctors!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those guys are crazy, dude!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you smelled some of the stuff they keep in the back of their caves? They’re a menace, man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you know, dinomen don’t use stones anymore. They got this twig rub-thing with this like tiny bowed yarn stuff. My Dad says some of them can get a fire started, like 15 minutes tops.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, I would so love to learn how to do that! Your Dad gets to work with ‘&lt;em&gt;technology&lt;/em&gt;’, man. That is so cool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your Dad’s a fireman, he must know about it. Now that I think about it, I’m surprised he hadn’t told you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What can I say, my Dad’s a fireman. All he thinks about is himself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I bet our Dads have worked together, though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You think so?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe, one technique for killin’ dinosaurs is to set the forest on fire.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, that makes sense. ‘cause forest always quit burnin’ eventually.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-6190782358842722667?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/6190782358842722667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=6190782358842722667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/6190782358842722667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/6190782358842722667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/09/critics-of-ntl-geographic.html' title='Critics of Nt&apos;l Geographic'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-2454229381888037794</id><published>2007-08-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:04:04.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>Worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s one thing to tell people not to worry, it’s another to show them how (much less why). It’s one thing to tell people not to worry, it’s another to turn around and not worry yourself. These pearls of wisdom I’ve experienced lately due to my job. I was able to not worry about getting a new job. I had a hard time imagining how I would’ve explained this to my old self. He did a lot of worrying.&lt;br /&gt;There are movies about someone’s future self showing up in the present, full of the kind of sage advice only a future self can have. What would you tell your past self? Would you calculate into the equation that you had to be ready for certain things first, before jumping into it? Would you remember some things one is never ready for, beforehand?&lt;br /&gt; I could not go back in time and tell myself to quit drinking before he/me was ready. Nobody is “ready” for their first &lt;strong&gt;Airborne&lt;/strong&gt; experience; you literally just have to jump. ‘till this day, I still don’t remember my first jump. I really don’t. I’m not sure being on auto-pilot qualifies as “ready”. Auto-pilot is the only reason I can think of for not remembering the event. It wasn’t &lt;em&gt;traumatic&lt;/em&gt;. Jumping out of planes (&amp; landing) was the easiest thing I did in the Army. This either doesn’t say a whole lot for the rest of the Army or says something really good about parachuting.&lt;br /&gt;If I told my old self not to worry about getting a new job, the lesser thing would’ve been why. He/me would say because Jesus said not to worry, because each day has enough in and of it’s self. The larger thing would’ve been telling him how not to worry. This is where I have a hard time imagining how the phrase “give it up to the Lord &amp;amp; leave it in His hands” would be anything more than advice monks can take, but we laymen…? C’mon! Ironically that’s all I did though—and it seems to be working.&lt;br /&gt;This is another self-centered blog from someone extolling the sage pearl of buying bonds &amp;amp; getting your kids on centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-2454229381888037794?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2454229381888037794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=2454229381888037794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2454229381888037794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2454229381888037794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-4172501360691746679</id><published>2007-08-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:55:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Long Term/ Short Term"</title><content type='html'>It seems to be human nature (I say this to avoid sounding self- obbsessive) to notice long term things more than short term things. "Before you say 'No.', just hear me out." Short term things don't hold our attention for long. Long term things seem to stand the test of time. Short term blessings, however, are exstreamly important.&lt;br /&gt;     Imagine a tool of metal and one of cardboard. The metal tool is for somthing that can be approached the same way every time. Somthings can't be approached the same way every time. So you're not stuck with some bulky thing you'll eventually no longer need, it may be made of temporary, bio- degradable material. Yet, when you need it-- you need it! You'd be lost without it. Metal or cardboard, they both share the equal task of getting us through our journey. It may be erroneous to assign one grater significance than the other.Long term things may cause us to be gratfull due to their obviousness. The hope is that just because we realize something's worth in &lt;strong&gt;retrospect&lt;/strong&gt;-- it makes us no less thankfull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-4172501360691746679?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4172501360691746679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=4172501360691746679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4172501360691746679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4172501360691746679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-term-short-term.html' title='&quot;Long Term/ Short Term&quot;'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-5341146641911272145</id><published>2007-07-30T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:07:43.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>War &amp; bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “If we have hoped in Christ in this life only, we are of all men most to be pitied.”&lt;br /&gt;-- I Corinthians 15: 19&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Several people believe the Bible should never be read because it’s responsible for the majority of the most devastating wars ever fought. The majority of where these folks tend to hang out is in bars. Some of which’ve even been behind bars. Alcoholism is 50% about being physically pre-disposed through your DNA, to addictiveness to a very distinct chemical substance. The other 50% is about abusing the chemical to which one is quite literally allergic. It’s 100% about the problems that started one drinking in the 1st place + the ones accumulated along the way. In bars where the bartender is more teddy bear then drill sergeant, the conversations can reveal why so many of them are there, guzzling down something to which they are allergic: allergic to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “I refuse to ever crack open the Bible again; it’s responsible for most of the worst wars ever fought!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Bars in the Bible-belt are incompetent at staying away from religion &amp; politics. They usually have some very sensitive Christians in them; drinking away the guilt they have over not being up to the challenge of God’s desire to perfect them. Any mystic worth his/her salt would gently tell them they don’t have to do it on their own. Bars are notorious for only having mystics &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; worth their salt. When they’re drunk they’re called patrons. When they’re sober they’re called the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “Don’t blame the book for the reader’s actions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Personal &lt;em&gt;responsibility&lt;/em&gt; is a sore spot with citizens trying to &lt;em&gt;escape&lt;/em&gt; something. It’s the seesaw effect created by these two that causes more fights than pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            “They’re being brainwashed into thinking all that horrible stuff in there is the word &amp; will of some ‘Almighty God’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Every human that ever lived (including Jesus) has been a victim. Victims (with the exception of Jesus) have a love/ hate relationship with the “attack this &amp; defend that” strategies of the fallen creatures of a never to fall Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I started a war in your name that you were actually against, would it be your war and your fault?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Bartenders usually intervene at these points. So always remember to&lt;em&gt; tip your bartender&lt;/em&gt;, buy bonds &amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-5341146641911272145?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5341146641911272145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=5341146641911272145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5341146641911272145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5341146641911272145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/war-bars-if-we-have-hoped-in-christ-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-1746583583231129907</id><published>2007-07-30T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:59:24.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fellowship vs. Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Fellowship vs. Max Lucado&lt;/em&gt;?”! No, I’m not suggesting Max Lucado is anti-fellowship. I’m telling a little of a personal trek I’ve been on lately that I believe has finally been completed. Well, as completed as eternal subjects go, anyway. Enough semantics, here’s the deal…&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado came out with a book some years ago called “It’s Not About Me”. When I first started coming to this particular body of Christ, I heard this title being used as a catch-phrase interwoven into all kinds of stuff. It was poignant. It was powerful. It did me a lot of good: in the practically never-ending attempt to divorce myself from my ego. This is something I grew up being told was one of the ultimates in being holy. This seems to be belief-wide as far as the different religions go. I was suspicious it could be taken too far, so I tried to be careful. My carefulness raised a red flag tonight at the small group I’m a part of and enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is distinct from almost all other holy writings in that the majority of it is narrative. Most other scripture is as you’ve seen in the book of Proverbs. Its deep stuff, but it borders on being random. It’s looser in theme than in plot-oriented, narrative works. In other words, our religious text it is full of people’s stories - all revealing the nature of the Bible’s main character: God.&lt;br /&gt;I stated in an earlier blog that talking about myself gave me the willies. “It’s Not About Me” rang in my inner ear, I suppose. Egos love to talk about themselves. Red Flag! A red flag for team Lucado, at least. However, team Careful raised its own red flag tonight. Small groups by definition are about getting more personal. These are brothers &amp; sisters in Christ that are getting to know one another better. This is because this is fellowship’s definition as well. The most selfless person, no matter how well taken care of by Providence, simply shouldn’t be so modest as to be afraid of talking about his/herself. Small groups emulate what you find in your Bible. Small groups are by necessity narrative. In other words, small groups are full of people’s stories - all revealing the nature of our lives’ main character: God.&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado’s right. In that it should not ever be &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; about me. Yet, it’s about me to the extent that the most intensive example is an internalized one. It’s about me only to the extent that my lesser story adds to the greater story of God.  Fellowship: talk about you. “Not About You”: don’t talk about you. As for the title: GOTCHA! So buy bonds &amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone wonders what that ending bit means, see &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; blog: “Being Still/June 29th".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-1746583583231129907?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1746583583231129907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=1746583583231129907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1746583583231129907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1746583583231129907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/fellowship-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-7128100747224105316</id><published>2007-07-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:46:15.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frogger is an old video game based on Leap-frog of physical games of yore. This in turn may’ve come from hopscotch (or vice-versa). All of this may’ve in turn come from the way the knight [horsy] moves in chess. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt; It appears many have come to D.F. after playing a sort of Frogger game with bodies of Christ in the past. You can start off “Church of Christ”, go to the “Unitarians”, then land at D.F. You can start off “Catholic”, go to the “Southern Baptist”, then land at D.F. The combos could be infinite. As anyone reading this knows, we’re so glad souls land here when they do, we certainly don’t mind the hopscotch path they took. Those very journeys can be some of the best reserves from which to draw spiritual direction. Not just in the obvious sense, seeing as how we all draw direction from our past.  More like as Tommy Tenny admonished: “Be prepared to give someone your yesterday today”, where it’s not your past helping you, but someone else’s past helping you or your past helping someone else.&lt;br /&gt;When two or more folks are talking about God-stuff at the church-house, the majority recite (right off the bat) where they were before coming to &lt;em&gt;Disciples Fellowship&lt;/em&gt;. Like when Beowulf recites his “business card” to the king. Some act a little annoyed, which is funny, ‘cause I’ve seen how much red tape is cut through when this action takes place. People are getting to know each other. It’s so cool when a few people talking have similar histories, they start to relate as soon as they realize it. It’s equally cool overhearing or being part of the opposite: a couple of seekers mutually intrigued by experiences far from their own.&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya’ll know what I mean and can relate. If not, I hope this can interest you, enabling you to buy bonds &amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-7128100747224105316?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/7128100747224105316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=7128100747224105316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/7128100747224105316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/7128100747224105316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/frogger-frogger-is-old-video-game-based.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-1090299862013348515</id><published>2007-07-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:41:28.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last service in which we put chairs in a circle, Tyler &amp; Helen started us off telling us about artists, writers, etc… Helen said that they would “fall in love with the characters that they’d create”. The theological implication seemed to be leading in the direction of God created us &amp;amp; loves us. However, I had something dawn on me that wasn’t all that theological (or if so, it’d be pushing it). My personal hesitance (&amp; in one case a block) to take back up doing things in the Arts may come from the ol’ cliché “a fear of commitment”.&lt;br /&gt;Whether a character is written, acted, drawn or what have you, I’m probably just not willing to invest the love &amp;amp; labor into the creation of one these days, the way I used to when I was so called &lt;em&gt;productive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…you will no longer bow down to the work of your hands.”&lt;br /&gt;-- Micah 5: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could play this off as something as holy as avoiding idol worship, but I know it’s just not the same thing. I hope that if I did, someone w/ the&lt;strong&gt; fruits of the spirit&lt;/strong&gt; would call me on it. I say “someone w/ the fruits of the spirit” because I don’t like being called on something any more than the next guy. The way oil &amp; vinegar don’t mix, producing something &amp;amp; me just slide right off of each other. God could very well be angry at me. I doubt it. But, you know…&lt;br /&gt;Folks like to say when a man drags his feet getting married it’s because he has “a fear of commitment”. I’m starting to see, it can be true in other, seemingly unrelated areas of love as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-1090299862013348515?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1090299862013348515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=1090299862013348515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1090299862013348515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1090299862013348515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/art-last-service-in-which-we-put-chairs.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8954780966946504692</id><published>2007-07-16T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:38:14.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Future? Don’t need no stinkin’ future!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camp town meeting (sing that song, doo-dah, doo-dah) mentioned a lot about the future. We also mentioned the positive things we’ve currently in place as opposed to what we’ve experienced at other places of worship. As one that goes on a church tour every now and then, I concur. Regardless of what I’ve learned from the ICOC, for my future self, D.F. is “the academy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Many of us found ourselves frightened by the idea of a no future D.F.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question is not whether leavers can re-visit, but what if this body &lt;strong&gt;disbands&lt;/strong&gt;? The real answer I hope is that just as the church isn’t a building, D.F. isn’t just this people I’ve come to know and care about as a whole, but that they are still who they are individually. I believe even if we were dispersed worse than the Jews, some of us would still maintain our God given bonds.&lt;br /&gt;My point is we should enjoy planning for the future of D.F., but not be too scared by the idea of a life without it. I’m easily scared by it. I admit it… but, I know I shouldn’t be. It’s a lack of faith in God’s will for me. Anyone out there that can take comfort in God’s will for them being something other than such heartbreak: be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;So, buy bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;“…lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”&lt;br /&gt;-- Matthew 28: 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8954780966946504692?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8954780966946504692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8954780966946504692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8954780966946504692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8954780966946504692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/future-dont-need-no-stinkin-future-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-2315177824796674761</id><published>2007-07-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:11:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an attempt at opening up more… Classical music has its pagan stories, but for the most part its Christian music. However, Classical music + words = Opera. You have to change the whole word. This stuff is rarely Christian. I know “New Age” is a pagan religion, but its music category (having no words) is innocent. Just like pagan Classical music, if you don’t know the story, the sounds are just music. This is proven in music that’s words are in a language you don’t know. At that point, it’s just music. New Age music came out of Classical music.&lt;br /&gt; Now we have Ambient music. This almost never has words and when it does they rarely form a sentence. Being secular, it’s neither Christian or pagan. The Ambient genre came out of New Age music. I consider it innocent as well.&lt;br /&gt;With the obvious exception of Opera, these styles of music are seen as mood music instead of message music. Due to my current personal belief that the source of all the responses to the questions in message music is spiritual in nature, I have a hard time listening to secular, message music. From protest songs that are heavy on message (albeit with a tendency to be annoying) to mere feel good, party songs that are light on message, the answer to their questions ring out in my head, “God, try God, ever heard of God?”&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me being one that when I’m not listening to a praise song (which isn’t all that much), I’m listening to mood music.&lt;br /&gt;            On a personal note I’m a huge fan of Ambient music. It’s what I listen to most the time. I was a Classical fan, and then New Age came out. I was a New Age fan then Ambient came out. I thought what sounded better than Classical was New Age and now I believe what sounds better than New Age is Ambient. I’m well aware some would consider this musical heresy to say so, but I think you can be a huge fan of these styles with out knowing much about them. This achieves the very effortlessness that makes most mood music so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;            Classical: Christian&lt;br /&gt;New Age: Pagan&lt;br /&gt;Ambient: Secular&lt;br /&gt; I’ve quit listening to secular message music (risking my being out of date with the language of my times) because it’s lack of spiritual common sense annoyed me. I’ve started listening to secular mood music, though. How ironic!!! Buy bonds &amp; get your kids on centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-2315177824796674761?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2315177824796674761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=2315177824796674761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2315177824796674761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2315177824796674761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-this-is-attempt-at-opening-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8991978638576353779</id><published>2007-07-09T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:02:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog 13- Quit blogging &amp; go “Do”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a blog is a vent machine, here goes… I wish people would quit blogging about how messed up the Muslim world is, &amp; go teach. That being said, I have no intention of going &amp;amp; teaching the Muslims anything. I know this sounds hypocritical, but then, I’m not addressing bloggers as a whole, but the elitists. It is strange, many do get their disclaimers in, to show the [common sense] viewpoint that the common people of the Muslim world are not to blame for the state in which they find themselves. Yet, even ½ of those bloggers turn around &amp; accuse them of that exact very thing.&lt;br /&gt;I find it very encouraging that there is a noticeable absence of any such blogging on the D.F. website. What’s so encouraging? Well, that it appears that aside from having such &lt;strong&gt;fruits of the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;spirit&lt;/strong&gt; like kindness, forbearance, etc… most, if not all the saints here, would evidently quit talking &amp;amp; start walking the talk. They would go teach. Well, once they were done w/ the “&lt;em&gt;Who&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;am ‘I’ to teach&lt;/em&gt;?” bit (it’s bound to be part of the process). The depressing or angering part is said members of this Body, would have to spend most of their time admitting to whomever they taught that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No, I’m not typical of the average American. I’m actually a part of a contrast society. I’m not even sure if I’m typical of the average contrast society, due to the fact that modesty keeps us from advertising to one another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize that given enough time, people with similar/near similar ideas can find each other .Contrast societies or otherwise. They may even transcend the&lt;em&gt; us vs. them mentality&lt;/em&gt; one &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt; accuse me of here. However, most square Johns like us, w/ our JOB &amp; all, don’t think we have time for such things. So, those in acceptance of such an education (like 3rd world countries or… like me) are going to continue being inundated w/ folks that have good intentions, but no unity.&lt;br /&gt; We are able to hope, however, that God provides the unity &amp; that the receivers of this attention, see that humans from all walks of life can be guided by God to them (knowing nothing of each other), but preaching the same universal truths w/ sweet, but not artificial sweeteners &amp;amp; no add ons or fillers. Yet, what about the lands from which these “missionaries” have originated?&lt;br /&gt;By the way… I have the flu. Sorry if this sounds ½ baked. This has definitely been a “writing to understand” blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8991978638576353779?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8991978638576353779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8991978638576353779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8991978638576353779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8991978638576353779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-13-quit-blogging-go-do-if-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-3498768514090198297</id><published>2007-07-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:58:20.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Adam Newby’s old blogs. Someone told him that they stayed in touch w/ what he was up to by reading his blog. This was nice for them because they could still feel close to him even though they couldn’t spend much time w/ him live &amp; in person. I’m afraid not a lot about my social life is in my blogging. I get concerned if they become too much about me. Now, I haven’t a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends want to be reassured that I’m still:&lt;br /&gt;a non-denominational Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my family wants to be reassured that I’m still:&lt;br /&gt;sober.&lt;br /&gt; My co-workers never have to worry; they’d be the 1st to know if I was slipping &lt;em&gt;either&lt;/em&gt; way. They know, like my family, but not all my friends, that I have 3 1/2 years sober.&lt;br /&gt;In recovery, you’re always one drink away from a relapse. Thanks be to God we’re not always one sin away from Hell. For one, we sin too frequently. For another, even if we die in a sin who on earth is to say mercy ends before the Judgment. It might be when we receive it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…&amp; in all your ways acknowledge Him&lt;br /&gt;      &amp; He will direct your paths.”&lt;br /&gt;                                        -Pr. 3:6&lt;br /&gt;I always try to give God credit for the strength of my sobriety. By strength, I mean not only the ability to remain sober, but the ability to do so around an endless exposure to the product. God quite simply took the desire away. My parents (smokers, both) are so glad I never became a cigarette smoker. I’m so glad I never touched crack.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only non- coke user in my sobriety group.  Their hippocampus, once burnt-out can’t acknowledge pleasure for 10 yrs. Put that on a cigarette pack &amp; you’ll get a lot less whining (they don’t ‘cause it doesn’t apply). Crack labels?&lt;strong&gt; “Fahget-about-it.”&lt;/strong&gt; Due to my talking so much about God in private w/ my councilor, she only requires I attend group once a month. She understands how the Church &amp;amp; its fellowship oriented lifestyle is more than a substitute, it’s the real thing. She’s never even asked to talk to Greg.&lt;br /&gt;            Talking all about me gives me the willies, but I should probably open up more. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. For now, though, I have the flu… ha-ha, so buy bonds &amp;amp; get your kids on centering prayer, TODAY! J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-3498768514090198297?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3498768514090198297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=3498768514090198297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3498768514090198297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3498768514090198297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/drinking-i-was-reading-adam-newbys-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-124044798174432551</id><published>2007-07-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:53:16.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked less than a pack of cigarettes in my life. I’ve dipped snuff&lt;strong&gt; even less&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet, I dip back into my memories all the time. As I’m dipping, there’s always this hesitation, this pause. I truly believe I have some sort of safeguard (my mental defense mechanism’s kindred) that buffers my nervous system from whatever shock is lying just out of reach. Still, we all have our share of bad memories. So, what good is this failsafe?&lt;br /&gt;Once you’ve gotten out of your dip whatever it is you wanted; you spit the excess into your spittoon. Case closed. When you’re dipping you have to carry a cup around w/ you at all times. Most carry a soda can. In the Army, I often suggested that a dipper wrap his cup in cammo tape so it would match his uniform. Unfortunately, there exists nothing for memory dipping as far as spittoons go.&lt;br /&gt; God may be using unwanted memories for His very wanted results. Bad &amp; unwanted as said memories may be, they guide us away from repeating evil. If you remember a spanking, you shy away from getting another. If you remember a guilt trip, you shy away from another one. “Once bitten, twice shy.”&lt;br /&gt;I’m a fan of positive thinking, so I wonder; if I don’t like some of the memories my guardian angel &lt;em&gt;doesn’t&lt;/em&gt; lock away, how bad are the ones he &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;? I have Sicilian blood through my Grandmother’s Mother. I’ve been told growing up that Sicilians are the most morbid people on earth &amp; that’s why I can be happy &amp;amp; morose simultaneously. Yes, I enjoyed Goth-rock in high school. No, I never wore the make-up. No, I will never think black nail polish looks good. Yet, as many Sicilians would agree (Danger! 99.9% are Catholics) being under the weather can bring you closer to God. I have the flu. So buy bonds &amp; get your kids doing centering prayer TODAY! J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-124044798174432551?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/124044798174432551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=124044798174432551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/124044798174432551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/124044798174432551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/dipping-ive-smoked-less-than-pack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-9115549548335815768</id><published>2007-07-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:49:42.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Free Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were Hippies. My Dad will always correct me &amp; say he was a beatnik. I happen to know better. Beats dress like Bohemian Goth-kids, my Dad’s a Hippie. My Mom also has a curious reaction when I say this around her. She’ll say, “Yes, I was a flower-child.” Now, she starts the sentence off w/ “Yes” but still corrects me in a subtle way. I guess the reason is because they both have seen what’s been done in the name of Hippiedom (+ what it sometimes caused them to do) &amp;amp; want to distance themselves from it.&lt;br /&gt;Having Hippie parents exposed me to a lot of things most kids never see (hear, smell, taste &amp; feel) growing up &amp;amp; I owe who I am today to that exposure. One of them was an emphasis of freedom, peace &amp; love (yes, yes, music, Art &amp;amp; literature, too, but let me get to my point). The part my parents may want to distance themselves away from was what happened after 2 decades had gotten a hold of freedom, peace &amp; love. Namely hedonism.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom turned into a hatred of the government &amp;amp; eventually all authority. Peace turned into a shield for getting away w/ self threatening behavior. Love turned into free love, w/ all the very jealousies it wished to avoid, s.t.d.s, &amp; arrested development in romance, intimacy &amp;amp; relationships. By the 80’s this was all so passé no one could avoid a retro- 50’s nerdom, which has jokers my age running around w/ split personalities. Just try having a conversation w/ us—we ride the fence or are WAY too gung- ho.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are Christians. Some will correct me &amp; say, “Yes, we are a contrast society.” I guess the reason is because they’ve seen what’s been done in the name of Christendom (+ what it sometimes caused them to do) &amp;amp; want to distance themselves from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-9115549548335815768?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/9115549548335815768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=9115549548335815768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/9115549548335815768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/9115549548335815768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/free-love-my-parents-were-hippies.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8544718259603991863</id><published>2007-07-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:36:58.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time Periods &amp; Outlook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder; there are so many Trekkies, Dungeon &amp; Dragon lovers, etc… I wonder, if the heroes and heroines (though fictional) of those time periods were as in love w/ their own eras as much as some of our citizens seem to be today? &lt;strong&gt;Also, how do we&lt;/strong&gt; (romantics or not) &lt;strong&gt;love our own&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;time period in the same way&lt;/strong&gt;? I believe we would have to edit our time. Just like these fans have edited the genres w/ which they seem so infatuated. Not everyone in the past was a knight or a wizard. Nor will everyone in the future be a starship captain. Will tomorrow’s regular Joes be playing roll plying games. If so, will they be playing Bush &amp;amp; Osama (Obama &amp; Osama?)or will they be playing &lt;em&gt;you &amp;amp; me&lt;/em&gt;, all edited for their enjoyment?&lt;br /&gt;Movies, though well known for escapism, also go through a lot to reflect life. So much of cinema is about the everyman. In a historical period piece he doesn’t start out a hero necessarily, or is even all that interesting. We either relate or we don’t… at first. However, we are drawn into the novelties of the era or we identify w/ the items we recognize. After that, we are drawn into the story &amp; the time period matters less. Whether the story is very real, or not, half of them have a character that says, “I love my job!”&lt;br /&gt;If he or she is sarcastic, that’s 1 thing, but if genuine, we have the one that has found a way to enjoy their slice of the genre their time will go down in history as being. There “job” has very little to do w/ their enjoyment of it. It’s their personality fitting into the work (which is a reflection of the time), because of their &lt;strong&gt;outlook&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If we were to pretend today’s clothes were costumes, see today’s items as artifacts, etc… the pretending part of it would soon dissolve. Reason being, far from escapism or denial, you are forcing yourself to be enmeshed in the present. In fact, you have to take it even more seriously, as you become the hero/ everyman of your times.&lt;br /&gt;There had to be knights that really dug being a knight. There’s no doubt there will be star captains that are really going to dig living in the future. I’ve been living like I’m in an advanced civilization for some time now. Compared to every 5 yrs. that goes by, &lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt;! Is this not what God wants for us? I realize what today offers, &amp;amp; though I need only take advantage of a small part of it, I’m in love w/ this new century &amp; the decades that led up to it. God’s presence reassures me that adventure is not an event. Digging the early 2000s (the early 21st century) is an&lt;strong&gt; outlook&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“…&amp;amp; lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”&lt;br /&gt;-Mt. 28:20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8544718259603991863?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8544718259603991863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8544718259603991863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8544718259603991863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8544718259603991863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-periods-outlook-i-wonder-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-5567381824193773995</id><published>2007-06-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:05:39.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All Dues Paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all our benedictions should end w/ this disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All fees paid for by the Blood of Christ &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;It's distributors&lt;/strong&gt;. Into the Void where prohibited.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-5567381824193773995?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5567381824193773995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=5567381824193773995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5567381824193773995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5567381824193773995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-dues-paid-perhaps-all-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-2158364385424740627</id><published>2007-06-29T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:00:30.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being Still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being asked to “Be still.” always came across as an unfair request to me. As a kid, the concept was completely absurd. I was well into my 20’s before it ever became truly possible. Perhaps those asking (mostly telling) would’ve had better delivery if they had known it was a Biblical quote:&lt;br /&gt;“Be still, and know that I am God.”&lt;br /&gt;                                      -Ps. 46:10&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would’ve replied, “You’re not God!” Yet, I would’ve at least gave the idea some consideration as actually being possible. The very true fact was that when someone told me to be still, they might as well have been on their knees begging me to totally dismiss what they were saying. I would try for a little under a minute &amp; give up. The concept was that crazy to me.&lt;br /&gt;          Buddhist meditation, contrary to popular belief, does not cure a child’s need to buzz around the room like a cell phone. The only time I was successful at being still when I was younger was when I was in stealth mode. This is what I used when ever I tried to meditate. It had few results, but they existed. Had I stayed a Buddhist, I’m sure I would’ve improved. Yet, this would be a lot more due to maturing than the attention of spiritual leaders.&lt;br /&gt;          As a 30-something that likes decaf &amp; comfort food, I’m much more inclined to be still. The result is more affinity for being in the presence of God. As the psalm verse is multilayered, I can only refer to this 1 aspect of it as far as inspiration for Christian meditation (centering prayer) goes. However, I can’t shake the feeling that kids need this &amp;amp; that it would cure a lot of the things I overhear parents calling their pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;          If there are entire Asian nations full of meditating kids, they can grow up able to find inner peace in the middle of a battlefield. Do you want your kids up against that? Buy bonds &amp; get your kids doing centering prayer TODAY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-2158364385424740627?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/2158364385424740627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=2158364385424740627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2158364385424740627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/2158364385424740627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-still-being-asked-to-be-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-3806664558200763411</id><published>2007-06-29T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:59:15.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more intimate w/ our loved ones, we do more than display our strengths, we expose our vulnerabilities. After the shallow relationship of mere animosity is replaced by something more serious, our relationships w/ our enemies also become intimate. We display our strengths, to be sure. Yet, deception is a strategy of vulnerabilities &amp; it is a bonding process as much as any other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-3806664558200763411?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/3806664558200763411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=3806664558200763411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3806664558200763411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/3806664558200763411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/enemies-to-be-more-intimate-w-our-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-5130583096127829064</id><published>2007-06-29T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:57:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Capacity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart’s capacity for love is a complicated thing. Greg’s right about there being no simple answers to complicated problems. Yet, love has something in common w/ good &amp; evil besides the obvious. It’s only one word: momentum. As one good deed starts one on the road to being good &amp;amp; one sin, the opposite, such momentum is true of love. The heart’s capacity for love is larger the more love you stuff in it. It magically stretches to the size it needs to, to accommodate what it is being asked to hold. It will keep on stretching. For love is not what tears or breaks it, but just the opposite… a lack of love deflates it. Betrayal is a form of un-love that causes it to break or ache. Feelings of love to come are directly linked to the slower give &amp; take of love in the past. As momentum exists, the result (once noticed) is so encouraging, it leads to joy.&lt;br /&gt;There is another word for this: growth. See? Not simple. New words for it could very well go on &amp;amp; on (kind of complicated). May lots of love citizens live in Capa City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-5130583096127829064?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5130583096127829064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=5130583096127829064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5130583096127829064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5130583096127829064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/capacity-hearts-capacity-for-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8076420499796470886</id><published>2007-06-18T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:12:35.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Greg’s class ongoing these Sundays, one thing we mused upon was presumably unnamed doubts of the disciples at the end of Matthew’s gospel. The situation of these folks having doubts while the Resurrected Jesus was right before them seemed to give many comfort about their own states of unbelief. Though encouraging, there was one thing about the situation that wasn’t addressed.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about what John Harris brought up some months ago about the dark side of “critical thinking”, there seems to be no bar to it from culture to culture (no, I don’t know enough cultures to prove that). Critical thinking is taught us in school so we can discern anything, from sports to literature. Our professor revealed that this can cause damage. Critical thinking has its value. Yet, the danger lies in taking a shortcut. Namely, instead of keeping critical thinking confined to its proper place, we just doubt everything until it’s proven.&lt;br /&gt;If we are downright “trained” to doubt, perhaps this was true of that culture as well. Admittedly, there is a quote from “Eerdmans Dictionary of the Bible” I’ve freshly come across, “The Middle Eastern world is non-, indeed anti-introspective…” That being said, there is irony in that the author uses that as a reason for westerners to not engage our mindset on them as we read. That’s just it, though. I’m implying a similarity, not a difference. Instead of introspective doubt… trained doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Trained waters run deep, even w/ the shining life of Christ right before you. We are trained to doubt, do you doubt this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8076420499796470886?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8076420499796470886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8076420499796470886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8076420499796470886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8076420499796470886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/doubt-in-gregs-class-ongoing-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-4454279341860670506</id><published>2007-06-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:04:31.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Judgmentalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though suspicious for some time, I had no idea the extent of how judgmental I was. I knew I used to be rather critical years &amp; years ago. I thought such a blatant &amp;amp; basic tenet was behind me. I’ve constantly reminded myself to judge not, that I be not judged from Mt. 7:1&lt;br /&gt;It was not behind me. Still, regular attendance to church services for over 3 years now, has wrought its work. Over time, I’ve come to judge others less, &amp; take comfort as I noticed that my own faults are being met by the congregation w/ understanding instead of disdain. This isn’t to say that there haven’t been instances where these things have taken place (even recently), both by others as well as me. Yet, they’ve come to feel like the exception to the rule instead of par for the course.&lt;br /&gt;The good that has come out of this is manifold. I’ll leave the obvious unsaid… but there have been surprises. For one thing, one reason I was still hanging on to judging others, I realized was because judging was being used as a survival tool. The follow up realization that it was an unneeded tool surprised me, also. Third, I engaged in judging others as a complement. That this, too might be wrong confused me. Seeing someone as having a bad quality is to judge them, but seeing someone as having a good one, is this not also a form of judgment? It was good to realize the sneakiness of the devil. Admiring someone, &amp;amp; the desire to encourage, that comes from that admiration, must somehow be different from some perceived good form of judgmentalism. Beats me how that difference could be articulated, but at least, now I know there is one. I am reminded of Paul saying that we are not unaware of the devil’s methods (2 Cor 2:11). Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus goes further in Mt. 7 about judging, saying that there is something to be said about our methods. Namely, that those methods not can, but will be equally used against us (I guess in a court of daily life). There seems to be no finer example than a personal one. However, before Jesus goes on to another subject, He seems to say something unrelated. He warns us not to throw pearls before swine, not only because they could be trampled, but that we too, could be torn to pieces. Yet, that’s exactly how we feel when someone judges us, after all.&lt;br /&gt;I ‘ve also been suspicious for some time that it’s unrealistic to ever be 100% free of judging others. We just have to do our best… &amp;amp; that’s just it, my best continues to get better due to fellowship. Thanks to all of you over the past three years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-4454279341860670506?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/4454279341860670506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=4454279341860670506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4454279341860670506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/4454279341860670506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/judgmentalism-though-suspicious-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-8109350188830508909</id><published>2007-06-18T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:00:47.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time Heals All Wounds/ Love Covers a Multitude of Sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions on wed. services seem to be getting bolder than they used to be. I know it could just be me, after 3 yrs., finally noticing our questions as bold. I really don’t think so, however. The first thought that pops in my head (yes, I’ve been warned about those) is that time has made us bolder. Familiarity may breed contempt, but it can also breed contentment. Over time our trust has been earned enough to give us the confidence to speak not just less &amp; less fearlessly, but more &amp;amp; more candidly. Perhaps so many of us have changed for the better that we trust ourselves more as well as trust others more.&lt;br /&gt;A less intense version of this has already been going on before I ever came along. It is part of the appeal of this particular body of Christ. This has been mentioned to me more than once. I’ve obviously experienced &amp; am experiencing it myself. Yet, I do believe we are starting to bare more &amp;amp; more to one another during actual worship time.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe some of this can be attributed to the fact that there are less new faces on wed. services than sun. &amp; thus such familiarity is stronger because we know the people in the room better, because we’ve been around each other more. Though some would see this as scary, it’s encouraging. Caution has its value &amp;amp; I’m not suggesting we throw it to the wind. I’m just happy that there is an example of trust from which to draw. I thought I’d let everyone know that it seems that in a loving enough environment, blocks that hold us back can be dissolved. Again, I am not suggesting we throw caution to the wind. I’m also in no way trying to discourage new faces on wed. nights (their seeing this would encourage them???). I’m just applauding what is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-8109350188830508909?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/8109350188830508909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=8109350188830508909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8109350188830508909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/8109350188830508909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-heals-all-wounds-love-covers.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-1739001619307762134</id><published>2007-06-18T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:52:46.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Blogging &amp; Proverbs 3”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wary of blogging due to the fact that I had missed one of the whole points of a blog until now. After all, who do I think “I” am to blather on &amp; on about things w/o bothering to edit heavily? Won’t folks call me on my faults &amp;amp; proclaim I don’t have a leg to stand on if I’m complaining? Won’t people realize how naïve I may come across if I praise in a gullible way?&lt;br /&gt;The obvious answer is “yes”. The point I hadn’t realized was that one of the whole points of a blog is that so few people answer your blog, you can handle whatever criticism comes your way! The blog is a “Get Out of the Repercussions Free Card” for not just venting, but positive stuff as well. The blog’s power is in the fact that there is little need for caveats or disclaimers. This is due to the definition of the word “blog” having become synonymous with “caveat”. It basically screams, “This was not edited for your safety…much less my own.”&lt;br /&gt;In a secular setting the above would be rather naïve, for “We the fallen” love to criticize even those that are doing the criticizing. Yet, (hopefully) in a not so secular setting such as D.F., where most of the subject matter is about Gods hand in our lives, a blogger will get the benefit of the guidance of the Holy Ghost. A blog is intended to be a vent machine &amp; a praise machine. In other words, we can blog in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trust in the Lord with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;            And do not lean on your own understanding,&lt;br /&gt; In all your ways acknowledge Him,&lt;br /&gt;            And He will make your paths straight.”&lt;br /&gt;           - Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog not on your own understanding? Hey, it gives Spell Check a run for its money when you do that. Of course my aim is to blog well, but if I don’t, well… there is always divine intervention. As this whole particular blog is a caveat for all my future blogs, please brothers &amp; sisters in Christ… fire at will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Or encourage at will, or read &amp; don’t answer, or…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-1739001619307762134?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/1739001619307762134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=1739001619307762134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1739001619307762134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/1739001619307762134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogging-proverbs-3-ive-been-wary-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768213557011748920.post-5802993746745224522</id><published>2007-06-04T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:29:04.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflective Blogging</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog Readers,&lt;br /&gt;         Damien here, blogging offically for the 1st time. I hope to hear from ya'll. Enjoy or not at ya'lls convience. Reflect, contemplate, ponder, muse &amp;amp; mull &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768213557011748920-5802993746745224522?l=damien-reflections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/feeds/5802993746745224522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768213557011748920&amp;postID=5802993746745224522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5802993746745224522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768213557011748920/posts/default/5802993746745224522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damien-reflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflective-blogging.html' title='Reflective Blogging'/><author><name>Damien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935074366317875342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
