Dec 022012
 

Yeah, about those posts.

Sorry you guys, I blew it.  I played it up like I had a bunch of new posts in the works — new thoughts on spiritual formation, new ideas, new takes on personal growth — and then just went silent.  Now I’m coming clean.  I don’t have much to say here right now, and I doubt this blog will continue past the new year when its tenancy expires on its current host.  Maybe something will take its place but it’d be irresponsible to pretend I have any intention on delivering on the Big Plans I mentioned back at summer’s end.

To be honest, a big part of the silence has been born from guilt.  I think I worked myself into a corner with the types of posts I wrote.  Many of the bits on spiritual formation tended to follow the Problem – Solution schema, and the things I’m thinking these days don’t fit that mold any more.  I don’t have solutions ready to go, I don’t have blithe metaphors for the struggle to find meaning and growth in life.  Part of me felt guilty for not being able to produce the kind of content I thought this forum demanded, and in that guilt I opted not to share other, less bow-tied thoughts.

I do have a few thoughts pending that might get posted here before the year’s end, but if not, consider this a short farewell address for a dead blog about dying.

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Sep 062012
 

When I lived in Santa Barbara, I had everything I needed.  A close network of easily-accessible friends, a church community where I felt both intellectually challenged and looked-out-for, abundant natural beauty to install a sense of wonder and gratitude.  Every kind of support structure I could think of, I had.

Obviously that’s not to say that everything in SB was sunshine and daisies all the time.  I got into some pretty big crises while I was there, but in that time I learned more than a few skills for dealing with them.  I got “good” at crises, so to speak.  Spending time in those places of despair taught me how to fight back, how to make use of all those support structures I had.  So I felt like I was growing. Continue reading »

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Aug 122012
 

Let us consider in somewhat more detail the distress and anxiety in the paradox of faith.  The tragic hero relinquishes himself in order to express the universal; the knight of faith relinquishes the universal in order to become the single individual.  As said previously, everything depends on one’s position.  Anyone who believes that it is fairly easy to be the single individual can always be sure that he is not a knight of faith, for fly-by-nights and itinerant geniuses are not men of faith.  On the contrary, this knight knows that it is glorious to belong to the universal.  He knows that it is beautiful and beneficial to be the single individual who translates himself into the universal, the one who, so to speak, personally produces a trim, clean, and, as far as possible, faultless edition of himself, readable by all.  He knows that it is refreshing to become understandable to himself in the universal in such a way that he understands it, and every individual who understands him in turn understands the universal in him, and both rejoice in the security of the universal.  he knows it is beautiful to be born as the single individual who has his home in the universal, his friendly abode, which immediately receives him with open arms if he wants to remain in it.  But he also knows that up higher there winds a lonesome trail, steep and narrow; he knows it is dreadful to be born solitary outside of the universal, to walk without meeting one single traveler.  He knows very well where he is and how he relates to men.  Humanly speaking, he is mad and cannot make himself understandable to anyone.  Any yet “to be mad” is the mildest expression.  If he is not viewed in this way, then he is a hypocrite, and the higher he ascends this path the more appalling a hypocrite he is.

The tragic hero is soon finished, and his struggles are soon over; he makes the infinite movement and is now secure in the universal.  the knight of faith, however, is kept in a state of sleeplessness, for he is constantly being tested, and at every moment there is the possibility of his returning penitently to the universal, and this possibility may be a spiritual trial as well as the truth.  He cannot get any information on that from any man, for in that case he is outside the paradox.

Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling
Problema II: Is There an Absolute Duty to God?

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Jul 252012
 

I have to admit that the impetus for this return to bloggery was a recent five-day “vacation” I took.  I put vacation in quotes because I’m not sure this trip qualified as one in any sense that I normally use.   As someone with more introverted tendencies, my preferred operation cycle is withdraw-engage-withdraw.  So, I typically use vacation time to relax, be still, read and journal, etc. — essentially, to recharge a full stock of “withdraw” for when I know I have to get back to the engaging.

So, of course, I made the brilliant decision to spend my vacation in New York City. Continue reading »

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Jul 122012
 

The middle of the year — July 2nd — passed last week.  Six months of 2012, gone forever.  And looking back, I’m not sure how I feel about those first 183-ish days.  A lot of great things happened.  I finished my first year of grad school, to name one.  Passed my subject exams, got a research assistantship, started getting myself settled in my research division.  I’ve never known physics as well as I know it right now, and I’ve gained so much ability and finesse and fluency with the subject that I can hardly believe the guy writing these words is the same guy who almost didn’t pass his entrance exam almost a year ago.  Many things have changed for the better.

And yet, some things have changed for the worse.

In those six months, I barely ever read non-textbook material.  I almost never wrote in my journal.  I posted a grand total of four essays here — not even an average of one per month.  I didn’t make any effort to compose music.  To some extent, I can’t believe that the guy writing these words is the same guy who wrote an essay about taking initiative in doing difficult things almost a year ago just before passing his entrance exams.  How did this happen?

To some extent, I think it was simple busyness.  Any change as monumental as entering graduate study (in anything! not just physics) is bound to be brutally time and energy-consuming.  Most nights during the school year were spent doing homework, most weekends were spent in part grading papers, and even scheduling in activities like Bible study didn’t always guarantee I’d have time to study the Word, or choose to do it when I did have time — and the same goes for writing, composing, and anything else.  I couldn’t do it all, and more often than not I chose to sacrifice my spiritual and mental disciplines in favor of a few extra points on an exam.

But eventually, the “just make it to the next problem set” mindset got hold of me.  Sacrificing other things in order to not “fail out” of grad school eventually accustomed me to living without anything but the pursuit of grad school itself.  I haven’t been in class for over two months — so why haven’t I been writing here?  I finally cracked open a book on spiritual formation for the first time in 2012 — the first time in 2012! — the weekend before 4th of July.  I offered to arrange a short piano piece for my church a few days before that, opening up Musescore for the first time in over six months.  I’m finally starting to find ways to tweak my schedule so that reading my Bible isn’t a chore.  These simple, almost-trivial uses of my time were nonetheless appreciably difficult for me after having let those pathways atrophy in my mind for half a year.  But no more.

Starting today I’m making some Half-Year’s Resolutions, including learning better ways to nourish and rejuvenate myself as well as writing here regularly about this period of my development.  I know it’s possible to do well in a busy world without sacrificing spiritual, mental, and emotional well-being.  I have dozens of friends who do it every day, many of them finding ways to write and share meaningful things while they do it.  It’s just a matter of brushing the dust off of those old habits and making sure they have a prominent place in the next six months of my life.

Watch this space.  It’s time to get back on the wagon.

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Feb 222012
 

In my last post I talked a bit about why it can sometimes be hard for me to take the actions I know are necessary for spiritual formation.  This week, I want to pull an example from the Bible to illustrate the point as well as provide insight into how we can overcome that inertia.

The story is from 2 Kings and has concerns Naaman, the commander of the army of Aram.  Naaman is a great man — the text says his king admires him for his battle prowess, and that the Lord uses him to achieve great victory for Aram.  However, Naaman has a problem.  He is a leper.  Now, obviously having leprosy is not exactly the same thing as stagnating in spiritual growth, but bear with me — I think this story still has something to teach us.

It goes like this:  an Israelite servant girl captured by Aramean raiders tells her mistress about the prophet, Elisha, who lives in Samaria and who has the power to heal Naaman of his leprosy.  Naaman gets leave from his king, and goes to visit the king of Israel to ask for healing.  Israel’s king flips out over his own inability to heal Naaman, and Elisha sends word summoning Naaman to himself for healing. Continue reading »

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Feb 142012
 

Lately I’ve been struggling with taking the initiative in pursuing God.  I’ve hesitated to blog about it here because sometimes it seems like I only ever write one essay, which I post here over and over.  And of course, to admit I’m not pursuing Christ as fully as possible is to admit that I’m thirsty but not drinking, and we’ve already talked about how hard that is.  To some extent the events in my life have impacted my ability to seek God in novel ways: my first semester of graduate school was pretty intense, and I found myself more often than not floundering and flailing just to keep my head above water.  My interactions with God were often desperate attempts at finding a rock in the midst of a torrential downpour.

After six months I’m finally starting to settle into some sort of rhythm: I’m not constantly exasperated with schoolwork, I’m taking my first, faltering steps into my research, and I’m pleased to have finally started attending with regularity both a church I can attend sustainably and a Bible study with people I can connect to.  Now that the storm is over (for a bit anyway), my immediate instinct is to simply float along for a while.  I’ve found a church and a study, I reason, isn’t that good enough?  I should be able to go easy on myself for not wanting to read my Bible every spare moment I have, and honestly I don’t have that many spare moments so it’s okay if I don’t get around to it today. Continue reading »

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Feb 022012
 

Hello, fellow Californians!  Happy February!  I know what you’re thinking: February?! Man, how time, like, totally flies and stuff!  It seems like it was, like,  just summer.  In fact, it probably still feels like summer, especially for you south coast types.  With so little seasonal variation, are you starting to get burnt out on all that sun?  Are you bored of surfing?  Rock climbing lost its edge?  Skydiving leaving you flat?  Are you looking for the next big high?  Well, look again, you West Coast Warrior you, because the next big high is the year’s biggest low: winter in the Midwest!

Yes, it’s time to bundle up and bunker down, because after a few wintry months of constant climatological torture, you’ll be begging for your sand back.  But never fear!  Thousands of Californians have moved to the Midwest, and almost one dozen of them have survived to tell the tale!

In fact, having now completed most of a Michigan Winter, I find myself in the position of being able to offer you some advice on how to successfully face the hardest challenge you’ve ever faced: living in a place that is not California.  Here are just a few of my most helpful tips for surviving through your first single-digit experience.

  • Before going to bed, put your pajamas in the dryer for about ten minutes.  Once they’re nice and warm, put them on, and then get into the dryer and sleep inside of it instead of your bed.  The metallic cocoon will keep you warmer far longer than that twenty-five-year-old patchwork quilt on your bed ever could.
  • Consider replacing your normal cotton sheets with something warmer.  Good examples include flannel sheets, down quilts, attic insulatory foam, and backpacking-quality sleeping bags (use several).  As an alternate tactic, remove all your clothing from your dresser and store it in between your sheets for three months.  You always hated folding clothes to put away anyway!
  • Purchase a small space heater.  Use it to keep warm and to start small, controlled fires fueled by possessions you will no longer need, like sandals and happiness.
  • Dress in layers.  How many depends on your particular preferences: I’ve found that somewhere around ninety-four works for me.  Keep an ice brush/scraper in your car in case you need to get ice or snow off of your windshield or glasses.
  • Remember when the roads are icy to drive much more slowly and to allow adequate time for braking.  In many cities public workers will salt the roads, which allows your car to be slowly eaten away from the underside as driving it around town kicks up a corrosive slurry of chemicals directly into your undercarriage!  REMINDER: ROAD SALT IS NOT TO BE USED AS COCKTAIL GARNISH.

And, of course, most importantly for the Californian: GO BACK TO CALIFORNIA SERIOUSLY MAN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING COMING HERE DON’T YOU KNOW HOW GOOD YOU HAD IT.  You’d be surprised how often this simple suggestion keeps Californians sunny and warm!

Thanks for tuning in, Golden Staters!  See you next time, when I’ll, like, totally say something super thought-provoking, fersure.

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Jan 012012
 

Some day, I am going to die.

I’m telling you this not to be morbid, or to ruin your New Year’s Eve, but because yesterday I went to a wedding, and right now I’m riding a train that just got finished being stuck in between Santa Maria and Lompoc, California for six hours.  The wedding and the train delay took approximately the same amount of time.  One was beautiful, heart-wrenching, and absurdly fun.  One was substantially less so.  But they both happened, and they are both important.  Continue reading »

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Dec 262011
 

It is the morning after Christmas.  A teenage girl’s eyes slowly flutter open and come to rest not on a decorative tree but on a pair of dark glassy eyes staring straight back at her.  Momentarily confused, she glances around the scene and as she takes in each of its set pieces, corresponding memories of the previous night come rushing back to her.  A bed of hay, made not in a room but in a stable, because there was no room for her in the inn.  The eyes, belonging to the donkey that bore her here; the animal muzzled and tied out of reach of the manger where its food should be.  A carpenter, exhausted by his night-long vigil not only over her but over the manger, a young man to whom she has pledged to be married, despite the complications the last nine months have brought.

Finally, as the last of the sleep leaves her eyes, her gaze comes to rest on the manger, and its sole occupant.

Him. Continue reading »

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