Monday, February 6, 2012

New Me

This new me is about an old me that really isn't new at all. In fact the newest part of the new me is in fact the oldest, and yet, has never been newer. Can old become new?

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Destination: Tomb

There can be no real substitute for self-control. In almost all areas of my life I find that when I choose to live as my whims please, than I become the worst form of my self. I will spare you all the nitty gritty details of what can probably best be described as my "college years".

The most dangerous part of all this is when you forget to check yourself, because really we do it without even noticing. We are exhausted after work and choose to just "veg" out on the couch and watch tv. Before you know it its 9pm and you did nothing at all in your precious after work hours other than mentally shut down. Or you devote your time and resources to consumeristic pleasure and wake up one day with a house full of things that fill a room but leave you feeling empty. The beauty of self-control is that it forces us to live below our wants. And our wants are a scary scary thing.

What I want, if I actually got it, would probably turn me into a monster. If I were free to snap my fingers and instantly be in possession of the world I would probably feel the exact same way I do now. We know this to be true because of Solomon - who wrote arguably the saddest book in the whole Bible. We find that without self-control our passions and our wants and our emotions run rampant and binge x,y, and z. Lust becomes porn, greed becomes theft, pride becomes idolatry, the list goes on and on. A life without self-control isn't freedom and it isn't happiness. It is hell.

To live within boundaries is how we are designed. I know that this isn't a popular thing to say. In a capitalistic culture where everything operates at the speed of light, we often think we deserve to have exactly what we want when we want it. And if we can't have it then we find a way to change things so that we can. Have you ever said no? Was there ever an object that you reeeeaaaallly wanted and truly let it go? I realized today with a shock that I hardly ever do this. If I can't have it now, I find a way to get it "tomorrow" so that one way or another Billy gets what Billy wants. And while that item, or that trinket, or that feeling lasts for a while, I am always amazed to find how quickly that want transitions into another, and another, and another. There will always be something more or new to want or obtain.

So what happens when we say no? Contentedness. What you have, becomes enough. Please hear me, I'm not saying that we should always say no to things and not strive to become better or more learned or practice better forms of living - I'm simply saying that having self-control allows you to find peace, true peace, in what you have. Self-control = self-awareness. And when you are fully aware of yourself, what you have, what you deserve, and what role you are meant to fill, at that point you begin to understand what it means to be you. And from there, you begin to build.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Original Sin

Time and time again as I "progress" in my faith I have to re-come to terms with the fact that I am a woefully prideful individual...and in the most pathetic kinds of ways. I tend to look down on people who struggle with stuff that is foreign to me, or who struggle with stuff that I can't understand. And because their struggle completely escapes me I am the first one to condemn them and tell them to shape up.

It's as if my arrogance is only outmatched by my complete lack of Christ like empathy. In my pride I assume that I am wise. In my pride I assume that if a person would only do X, Y, Z, then they would finally be able to live like A, B, C. And so often the truth is that God makes us all different. Our struggles are as unique as our strengths, our temptations as vast as our moral codes. 

This blinding pride is made worse by the fact that it distracts me from helping the person I am judging. Oh don't get me wrong, I "help" them, by pointing out all their faults and showing them the error of their ways, and to an extent I suppose there is a time and a place for that. But to point out fault without love is no better than to expose a wound and not bandage it up. Our words have the power to heal...and to destroy. And if we know one thing for certain it is that pride brings forth words of death rather than words of life.

Through pride I feel entitlement. Through pride I feel deserving. Through pride I thumb my nose at the ignorant masses that deserve my compassion (or perhaps that should be the other way around). Through pride I expect that which I have not earned in a life bought, paid, and bled for by someone else...

It's funny how even the greatest pagan philosophers end up reaching the same Biblical truths at some point or another. Marcus Aurelius knew just as King Solomon had known centuries before him, that fortune falls the same on the just and the unjust, the rich and the poor, the strong and the weak. In fact Jesus himself promises a life of pain, agony, and misfortune. As Christians so many of us believe that security in Christ means security from the suffering of this world...and in our great arrogance we are always stunned when calamity strikes. "How could this happen to me?", "Why, God, did you allow this to happen?", "Jesus, I can't believe you would let me suffer in this way..." Consider these statements. What's really going on here? Would we be stunned that God would allow this to happen to your neighbor? Or to the families of the victims of 9/11? Or to some nameless casualty you hear about every single day in the news?

In truth, many of us expect physical security in a world of turbulent chaos out of a sense of misplaced Christian pride. We grow comfortable in our homes, so we expect to keep them forever. We feel loved in our families so we expect them to always be there. Eventually you begin to feel that you in fact deserve these unique blessings as a point of fact, ignoring the scary reality that nothing is ever certain, that all we have been given is a gift and not a foregone conclusion, and that the things we should be grateful for on a DAILY basis are daily reminders that Christ is blessing you and not the other way around. "How could this happen to me" betrays your true feelings about what you think you deserve. 

What we deserve is death. 

My prayer is that God could truly and miraculously cure me of this detrimental sin. From it I judge those that I should love, expect a life of ease when all I have been promised is uncertainty, and look to myself when what I should be focusing on is Christ.

Those steeped in pride fall the hardest during calamity. And calamity will come. So steep yourself in humility so that when the waves come crashing in you will be anchored in the One who promised a bumpy ride but a safe landing.



Friday, November 12, 2010

Gay Marriage

A friend says to me, "So Billy, I noticed you follow politics and also are involved in religion, so what do you think about the whole "gay marriage" thing? For it? Ban it?"


So I says...


Well in answer to your question, I am torn between my idea for a right and functioning civil society and a desire to follow Jesus Christ. This is difficult in this situation because I believe according to the Constitution that there is no valid reason for gays not to be allowed to marry. Despite the fact that this nation was founded by a Christian majority, a deist minority, and in all likelihood had no intentions for setting up a system where gays could be allowed to marry, these same men did set up a system where such a thing could legally happen. Remember, they probably also never intended for women to vote or for blacks to have equal rights either :-/

So no, under the Constitution I can see no reason that gays should not be allowed to "marry"...but that brings up another question. Why do gays want to get "married" in the first place? I think first and foremost the term marriage should be used in its original connotation: a union under God sanctioned by the church, not as a function of the state. As it is gay partners have the same rights and protections in some states as plenty of married couples, and yet for some reason they insist on being recognized under a religious term.

I don't think gays should be married just like I don't atheists should be married...should they get the same rights and functions as a married couple? Absolutely, since there is no constitutional reason why they shouldn't. But why religiously recognize a union between two nonreligious individuals? Fix the term I say, and then progress from there.

Religiously I am quite obviously opposed to gay marriage. It is in direct contradiction with the written word of God. However I do not judge, nor is it my place to judge, ANY actions done by non-Christians in this world. If a man wants to engage another man sexually and he is not a Christian, why not? He is living by a completely different set of standards than Christians live by. However, if he is a Christian, and if he fully believes that Jesus Christ came and died for his sins, to be free from ANY kind of sexual immorality (be it homosexuality or anything else), than yes he must make a conscious effort to rid himself of this "desire". This will not be easy, and by no means is any man perfect, but he must daily and willfully struggle against this desire which the Bible recognizes as sinful. Fighting sin however is not done in the flesh, but through the Holy Spirit, who empowers us as Christians to follow Christ even though our bodies are constantly rebelling against us.

Paul puts it this way: "So death (being sin) is at work in us, but life is found in Jesus Christ." We are imperfect creatures, and we all sin (homosexuality is just one type of sin), but through the blood of Jesus we are free to follow Him, and love Him, and be more like Him in every aspect of our lives. He will not judge us by our sins anymore, instead He will judge us by how we lived our lives after we accept His purity into our lives.


Boom! Gay marriage solved 

Monday, November 1, 2010

Greatness

Spectator or participant? Is it better to watch, study, and give commentary on the great works of other or to strive to do the great works yourself? And for that matter what clarifies greatness? Mankind seems to have divided greatness up into categories: there are great scholars, great composers, great authors, great generals...all conquerors in their field to some degree or another. And they are all famous for the most part. Who can say who is greatest among the greats? Comparing a Bach to a Belisarius or a Hemingway to a Peyton Manning would be like comparing apples to oranges. Their common thread is greatness, if nothing else.

How does one become great? By being exceptional...at one particular thing. It's interesting to note that some of the world's "greatest" men and women display some of the most appalling and gaping personality flaws. Hemingway shot himself and was a chronic narcissist. Jefferson owned slaves. James Bond had/has (the cheeky English bastard never dies after all) numerous affairs ;) Being a person of greatness does not make you great, simply excellent at one thing. So how does one live a truly great life? By excelling in all things.

The Bible provides some interesting thought into this topic - nothing. For all the literary examples of great men peppered throughout the Bible, from Moses to David to Paul, the one common thread among them is selflessness. In fact many times these great men purposely took measures to avoid having greatness thrust upon them. Moses was all  but forced to return to Egypt. David consistently spared the life of the one man who was trying to kill him, and the one man stopping him from becoming king of Israel. Paul used his considerable power and influence in spreading the Gospel to earn a prized spot in prison. He would later be executed. When the Bible does talk about greatness it is always in association with servitude. To be the greatest, learn to be the least. After all what does Jesus do when He comes on the scene? Rather than use his power to wrest control from Rome, He chooses poverty and homelessness. He washes the feet of fisherman and cavorts in the company of prostitutes and society's outcasts. Ironically, these great men excelled at more than just one thing. They excelled in life.

In Proverbs we are told to live simply. Paul tells us as Christians to be a boon on society, to be productive, to be faithful in our labor and loving to friend and foe alike. We sow charity not discord. And we live simply in adherence to the calling of our Lord and His son Jesus, who likewise lived simply using his talents for the good of others.

The call to greatness is strong within the American psyche, and while this nation truly is a great one, the way in which its citizens choose to strive for greatness makes all the difference. In a nation where corporate scandal has become the norm, evil is being called good, and the line between black and white has given way to an era of moral gray, I earnestly pray that the inner cry for greatness creates a generation of servants instead of schemers. Be excellent in how you live, not for what you do. By all means strive for excellence, pursue your studies with passion, your work with diligence, and your renown will increase in some small or large capacity. But do so with the knowledge that true greatness isn't being an Olympian, or a rock star, or a Senator. It's using your God-given talents to best of your ability for the service of others. You can pursue greatness in one of two ways: I will strive to pursue it through the latter.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

All Is Vanity

Sometimes I like to think that what I am doing actually matters. That in the long run my activities and pursuits will make a difference in my life and the lives of others. In this I may probably be far off the mark.

A wise man once wrote that all the strivings and machinations of mankind can be deduced down into a single word: vanity. Imagine if you can a world without vanity. Would there be beauty, modern art, neo-Classical architecture, empires, or...make-up? I would argue that the chief objective behind the majority of the world's so-called beauty is vanity. One man seeking to establish his name, his works, and his glory above the rabble. And yet the term has achieved a negative connotation in today's modern society. Our culture is obsessed with individuals that reek of this kind of vanity and yet make every effort to avoid the term in and of itself. Why is that? Why can't people just open up and admit to the world that they. are. vain...

In his memoirs, Albert Speer, chief architect inside Hitler's Third Reich, speaks to the vanity that wove itself into the pompous and bombast designs of Hitler's new Chancellery, Reichstag, and palatial palace. It's dimensions were enormous, with the new government building designed to house several American Capitol buildings within itself. Yet what Speer ultimately found, and what most individuals who are likewise engorged upon their own self-worth often find, was that colossally large buildings (or ego's) are hideous to behold, a blemish upon the landscape, and produce the opposite effect of what was intended. Instead of beauty, repugnance. Instead of joy, loathing.

I am guilty of this. So often I strive to achieve for the sole purpose of getting...bigger. Which is ironic because I am already a very little guy. Perhaps if I got X job, my life would have value, maybe if I did Y workout plan I would finally achieve that look that I think might make me happy, if only I go to Z number of parties I will finally be popular...but to what purpose does this vanity exist? I often find that the more I achieve the larger the disparity is between my happiness and the sense of value I get for accomplishing a vain pursuit. I got the job. Hooray! Now I can...what? Make money, feel better about myself, buy that car that I always wanted?

We have been raised as Americans to believe that we should always be striving for the bigger and better. This individualistic mindset is not wrong, simply misleading, because it assumes that once we have achieved, that once we have succeeded, then at the end of that very long tunnel is tremendous satisfaction and joy. And yet we know this is not the truth. There is a reason why money can't buy happiness, and why the world's most ostensibly successful people have such low self-worth and joy. Despite what our culture tells us, we will never find satisfaction through vanity. In fact when we get what we want, when ourselves have become so inflated by success and power and numerous other vain pursuits, it is then we feel that creeping despair and futility of the life we knew take hold. The world and all of it's appeal is based on a system of hollow vanity that leads to nowhere but misery.

I am dumbfounded that I still strive to excel in a system that I know leads to nowhere. My hope is that one day I will live for others, that my ambitions originate from a desire to better mankind rather than to better myself. In a world where people vainly look for ways to make themselves happy, maybe looking for ways to make other people happy could actually make a difference. Maybe then I'll be doing something that matters. 

Monday, October 25, 2010

Why I Started This

Good question. And I have no real reason. I could care less if anybody follows this or reads this and I rather hope they don't, because in all honesty the title of this blog is quite true.

As a writer in grad school I have found that a major source of inspiration to my writing (and reading) consists of good bourbon whiskey and/or possibly chai tea. Since I don't really feel like putting the word "chai" in my blog title, I figured bourbon would be the next best thing, and besides who would really want to read about my rants after I get all hopped up on too much...tea. Exactly. It is is ludicrous. Bourbon on the other hand...now he makes me say infinitely more than my friend chai ever could. And yes, my bourbon is a he.

There are few inanimate objects in this world that can truly be called a "he". Cars, ships, planes, motorcycles, guns, even women themselves...all "she's". And who really knows why. I'm assuming since they are all things that guys like to ride, we feel infinitely more comfortable, and far more straight, riding "she's". But, occasionally there are things, albeit things that men have no real need to straddle, that can be affectionately referred to as a "he". A good bottle of bourbon is one of these things, and with his inspiration, I may from time to time get on this blog and jot down my feelings.

I started journaling this summer in a rough patch where life had seemingly dealt me deuces and...tres's (?)...instead of aces and kings. Needing an outlet I formed what can only be defined as a prayer journal/book of bilbob's feelings, all highly emotional and terribly boring to read about. My feelings as they are written down in that journal, look like the last wishes of a dying man, which unless that man is famous or infamous, is just downright depressing and of no use to anybody whatsoever. I will try my best to spare you, whoever you may be, from that kind of malarkey in this blog.

Anyways a bit about me. I am young, male, and have no common sense. I am all of these to a fault. Because I am young I am impetuous, because I am male I have an overly developed libido which frequently gets me into trouble, and because I have no common sense I have no real safeguard on being young and male. O, and I lose things, like compulsively. So in essence, I am your typical American guy.

But hey, the dude abides.

On a final note for this initial posting, it must also be noted that I am unashamedly religious. I am a Christian, a true one, and if you ever have any questions about that, or if this blog seemingly goes against what you think that faith professes, than by all means, let me know. And I'm assuming if you found your way to this page by accident or even by choice, that you at least know my real identity. But perhaps I'm being naive...

This post was written without the aid or betterment of the fine bottle of Bulleit Bourbon sitting on my desk...