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"A person's a person, no matter how small."
Dr. Suess

Really?

Some people laugh and I wonder if they're really laughing. I think, Are they doing what they would do if they were watching Bill Cosby? Surely not--it's too slow, like an engine turning over without a hope. Other people come on so strong I think, She's flirting with me. When I hear her laughing the same way with an ugly guy, I'm glad.

Sincerity.

It isn't just being rude--wearing sweatpants every day (even to a wedding), or telling people off just because. Sincerity is making your actions, you words, you life mean something. Don't be polite because you want that one annoying guy to leave you alone but because you want him to stick around. Forget wearing a tie to church because that's how your father taught you. Wear a tie (or refrain, depending on your nature) because you want to make the day special--your day to rest before the knees of God.

Into the war room with pride

In the same way that Stuart comes into the room and stands before Lee, the man in charge of all Confederate forces, we walk into the presence of God, full of pride and reasons for our righteousness. Lee wants to hear none of Stuart's excuses. Only one fact matters--Stuart had a duty, regardless of circumstances, at which he failed. We too fail God, whether we mean to or not.

Lee points out Stuart's guilt, not even allowing Stuart to speak. The guilty general's response is still proud, though it appears humble. To relinquish his sword is to be punished. We would rather be punished and pay for our sin than be forgiven.

At this, Lee's anger flairs up. The situation is dire, going beyond honor and Stuart's pride. Stuart has lost sight of the war and only cares about his own situation. We too ignore the bigger picture of God's holiness. Instead, we focus on our own weakness.

In the end, Lee forgives Stuart, not allowing him to even thank the leader. The forgiveness is so final, it's as if the offense had never happened. True forgiveness is not easy to accept. It demands humility and silence. True forgiveness goes one way.

Many Christians who have grown up in the church have trouble understanding this because they have lived decent lives in the eyes of the world and have never felt the deep need for forgiveness from men. Therefore, they fail to grasp the depth of their own salvation and continue to walk into the war room with pride.

Racism?

I wrote this earlier today on a forum. Because I feel so strongly about the issue, I want to say it again. Here's how I feel about the president.

"Quite frankly, his whole platform of change is based on one thing, and it's not his policies. Many of his cabinet members worked for Clinton (or are Clintons). His campaign used old Democrat strategies and policies: big spending, helping the "poor", peace abroad, etc. What I don't understand is why everyone keeps harping on his color. If it's wrong to keep a man out of a job for his color, how is it right to put him there because of it? I haven't heard very many people, for him or against him, who have commented solely on his policies, or more importantly, his past actions. Everyone says how great it is that he's black but very few people comment on how great it is that Clarence Thomas is black or Condoleezza Rice is black (and a woman).

"When I look at Bush, I don't see a white man. I see a man who did what he thought was right; sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed. When I look at Obama, I don't see a black man. I see a man with leftist ideas; I see a man whose very short history in government is tainted with terrorist/racist associations (Bill Ayers, Jeremiah Write) and extreme pro-abortion policies (voting no to the Illinois Born Alive Infant Protection Act multiple times). I see a socialist who will not protect this nation or its interests."

I'm with the press

A couple of days ago, I got back from a week-long stay in the Alamo city: San Antonio, TX. My goal was to attend and report on the San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival, a division of Vision Forum ministries. While many events occurred that made me stand in silence, like shaking hands with Dean Jones, Kirk Cameron, and the producers of Expelled, I was most stunned by the way people responded to my press pass.

Everyone wants notoriety, but not everyone wants to talk to the news people. Some of the big shots who I approached would give me suspicious looks and grill me on the newspaper I wrote for. Those I talked to who had little experience with the media would brighten when I told them who I represented and eagerly turn toward me, ready for their chance at getting their name in print. Finally, those who I wasn't speaking to professionally, but nonetheless saw the brilliantly emblazoned word "press" on my chest would look at my face, look at my badge, and look at my face again with a totally different expression. The words "veiled awe" comes to mind.

Rather than make me arrogant, as would so likely be the case, I have tried to use the last week to realize that I'm not really anybody. When Dean Jones talked about "Walt [this]...and Walt said [that]..." it reminded me that my press badge was just a piece of paper, printed by a normal computer, laminated by a normal laminating machine anyone could buy. I haven't done anything extraordinary.

"It's not who I am inside but what I do that defines me."--Batman

EMT

Here's for the "Otherwise"...

I am unofficially an EMT. I've passed all my examinations and only wait for my card in the mail. It's a load off my chest and a huge block of time that is now free. Free to write and pursue more artistic things.

The Boys Next Door

My cold has hung on in my throat more tenaciously than our baby schnauzer does to her bone. It may have something to do with the fact that I've been working every day re-shingling a roof in the cold. So today, I'm not working. At least I'm not working outside. I still have lots to do that has been neglected because of the roof. My National Registry exam for EMT is next week; I am behind on my articles for Christian Press; and I have to arrange to go to Texas next month to attend a film festival.

Meanwhile, my cold defies all reason and cough drops.

Looking to the future, I just got cast in a role that shocked even me. We're putting on The Boys Next Door. It's a two act play about four men with mental disabilities living together, and the man who looks after them. I thought I might play the care giver Jack or the schizophrenic Barry but I got neither. Instead, I play what the script describes as a "large black man." I am a man, but I am neither large nor black in any sense of the words.

Nevertheless, the character is incredibly likable and profound. I've never played a man who has the mental capacity "somewhere between that of a five year old, and an oyster." It's going to be demanding and extremely difficult. I will have to visit and spend time with some people who are like the character in order to be as real as possible.

This show isn't just about the mentally handicapped or even people with any kind of handicaps. It's about them and all who are misunderstood and ignored. I see it as a defense of the widows and orphans of the Bible, the unborn babies and the Terri Schiavos of the world.