Category: God


Psalm 4, Proverbs 4, Joshua 4, Isaiah 4, Job 4

So…I stink at writing down what I’ve read for the day.  I probably wouldn’t have noticed either, but I did my reading at the DMV today.  Like I said before, I’m following a watered-down version of Professor Horner’s plan for reading the Bible.  The plan is written down on a note on my computer.  So today, when I was without my computer at the DMV, I figured I’d just access my blog through my iPhone.  And then I realized I’m an idiot who fails at Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V.  Oh well.

I was at the DMV because I had to renew my driver’s license.  It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be: I made an appointment, so I only really had to wait for about 30 minutes, which I spent reading.  I can’t imagine how it was for anybody who didn’t have an appointment…the place was packed.  I don’t know if it’s the state budget cuts or if it’s just San Diego, but I can’t remember not being able to find parking near the DMV in San Jose.

It’s an interesting place, the DMV.  For one thing, there’s plenty of diversity, since everyone needs to drive.  But I think the DMV is relatively unique in one aspect: no one wants to be there.  And it really brings out the worst in people.  For example, I took two steps out of line to check out one of the posters hanging on a wall, and whoop, the three people behind me erased my spot in line.  Not a hint of remorse.  I kinda tried to squeeze back in, but they all just stared straight ahead.  Really cold.  I probably should have tried harder to get back in, but they were all girls, and ladies first, right?

Anyway, the incident I really wanted to write about happened as I just got inside the DMV.  I was about a minute late for my appointment (this doesn’t matter, but I didn’t know that) because I was looking for parking, so I turned a corner kinda fast and ran into a stroller with a kid in it.  Now, my reflexes aren’t ninja-like or anything, but I was quick enough to avoid moving the stroller too much.  It moved half an inch, max.  And the kid’s father (presumably) gives me this look of death and says, “Watch where you’re going, [Focker].”

I’m not a huge fan of his tone, but I know I’m at fault, so I say, “I’m sorry, sir,” and look for my line.  Which, unfortunately, was right in front of this guy.  And this guy’s just staring daggers at me.  Worse, he’s having a conversation with his wife (presumably) and everyone else within 5 meters about clumsy idiots who can’t look where they’re going.  At this point, I’m somewhat annoyed.  For a fleeting moment, I consider confronting him physically.  More than usual.

This is why I stand with my back to walls most of the time. Well, this and the fact that I don't have to bear all my weight.

My imagination gets far enough to the point where I remember consciously thinking “I could totally take this guy*”… but my anger quickly evaporates when I realize his wife and kid are there.  Also, I figure that I would probably lose my place in line.  Which I eventually would, anyway, but I didn’t know that then.

*This is big, since my imagination doesn’t let me win a lot of the time.  Every now and then, I’ll have a dream or dream sequence with a crappy ending…and I’ll spend a long time trying to dream up a happier ending, but my mind won’t let me.  It sucks.

This all happened over the course of about five seconds.  I don’t think I dealt with the situation poorly, persay…I apologized politely, I ignored about a minute of abuse, and even my anger disappeared relatively quickly.  But it’s a situation that’s still stuck in my mind hours later, and I’m trying to consider the best way I possibly could have dealt with it.

First, I’m not proud of the momentary flare-up in my mind.  There’s one truth I have tried to ingrain in my mind over the past month or so, and it goes like this: Situations don’t make a bad person.  If I react to a situation poorly, it’s because the sin is already inside of me, and the situation is merely revealing it to the outside world.  So that anger, as fleeting as it might have been, was definitely in my heart.

Secondly, what remained after the anger left was definitely cool.  I did mentally excuse him for what he was doing, but the feelings I had toward him were definitely not Christian love.  And I suppose he was, at that time, as close as I have to an enemy in this world.  Even now, I’m trying to muster up some feelings of charity, but it’s tough.

Anywho, figured I should write about that before I forget it.  I WILL write on Rahab soon.  I need to.

-Tim

Day 7

Matthew 4, Genesis 4, Romans 4, 1 Thessalonians 4, Acts 4

Day 6

Psalm 3, Proverbs 3, Joshua 3, Isaiah 3, Acts 3

-Tim

Day 5

Matthew 3, Genesis 3, Romans 3, 1 Thessalonians 3, Acts 3

Day 4

Psalm 2, Proverbs 2, Joshua 2, Isaiah 2, Acts 2

The thing I want to write on will take too long.  Maybe later.

-Tim

I don’t think this whole public writing thing is working.  It makes me afraid to write things that I really want to write and read later someday…so I think I’m just going to write the chapters here.  Hopefully the reading will come out in the rest of my life and my writing anyway.  Meditating on the Law day and night, right?

Matthew 2, Genesis 2, Romans 2, 1 Thessalonians 2, Job 2

Random thoughts:

  • It’s really cool to see the connection between the OT and Jesus in Matthew.  I just forget sometimes.  Hopefully this Bible-reading plan will help me see more.
  • I think the biggest lesson I ever learned from Job is in Job 2.  Sometimes, the best thing to do when your buddy’s going through a hard time is to sit there and shut up.

A bigger thought that I should be afraid to write down publicly, but…well, I’ve talked to James about this before, so let me see what you guys think.

I know every word in the Bible’s inspired by God…but when I read it, I get the feeling that I’d like certain writers more than I would others.  I feel like I’d really like John.  I think I’d like Peter and the author of Hebrews.  I think I’d appreciate a straight talker like James. But then I get to Paul and…well…honestly, I don’t think I’d like Paul.

I know it’s messed up.  And I really like Romans, so it’s not like I’m anti-Paul.  I might as well be anti-New-Testament.  It’s just that sometimes, he talks in ways that I think might get under my skin sometimes.  And maybe that’s what he’s supposed to do.  But you know, sometimes, like in 1 Thessalonians 2, it seems like he spends a LOT of time defending his ministry.  I mean…the lady doth protest too much, you know?

Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s inspired, and I know Paul was attacked by a ton of false teachers, and I know he really was doing things wholeheartedly.  It’s just the way I feel, and I have to fix the way I think.

Anyway, had to get that off my chest.

So I was reading SI.com, and apparently Johnny Weir came out of the closet.  I didn’t know who that was, so I clicked on the link, and was like…”Oh yeah, that guy.”  Frankly, I would have been more surprised if he were straight.  He might be the least surprising gay since that dude from Will and Grace.

And this is coming from a guy with a terrible gaydar.  (Is gaydar an OK term to use?  I’m feeling kinda iffy about using the word, but not enough to avoid it.)  People tell me that they saw Ricky Martin coming a mile away.  I dunno, I totally missed it.  Or Lance Bass.  Or whoever else has come out in the last few years.  (I’d Google it, but I don’t want to have a whole bunch of searches for gay people in my browser history.)

So…yeah.  Johnny Weir is gay.

-Tim

Day 1

Don’t know if anyone will read this.  Really, this is for me, and I guess for anyone who might want to keep me accountable.

Matthew 1, Genesis 1, Romans 1, 1 Thessalonians 1, Job 1

Matthew 1:

  • Hate to start this off by whining, but I’ve always had a tough time reading genealogies.  I feel like I’m reading the Peanuts’ Christmas special script.
  • I think the weirdest name in the genealogy of Jesus is Tamar, by far.  Of all of the sons of Judah, God chose for Jesus to come from Judah and Tamar’s kid.  I think that goes to show what God can make out of even the worst of situations.
  • Oh Will:  “Such a strange way to save the world.”  Props to Joseph for going along with something he definitely never could have planned for.

Genesis 1:

  • RUACH.
  • To be honest, I’ve had less “God-vs-science” talks than I probably ought to have had, considering my field of study.  But when I do, the six-day creation account is one of the most common topics to spring up.  It always comes up in a patronizing manner, something like, “You don’t really believe that the world was created in six days, do you?”  I know where I stand, but to be honest, there’s always a slightly squeamish feeling when I say that I do.  I’m not really sure why.  Thinking about it soberly right now…my answer is, “Yes, I do.  I already believe in an all-powerful, all-benevolent God who created everything.  If I’m ready to make that leap of faith, I don’t see how it’s all that much harder to believe He created it all in six days rather than fifteen billion years.”

Romans 1:

  • Huh.  Kinda cool how verses 2 and 3 (“which He promised beforehand through His prophets in the holy Scriptures, concerning His Son, who was descended from David”) are confirmed in the chapter I just read in Matthew.  Maybe there is something to this reading plan.
  • Verse 5: “Obedience of faith.”  I think those (obedience and faith) are often linked…
  • Verse 9: Can’t remember the last time I prayed for people I’d never met, let alone prayed without ceasing…
  • I think I used to have this passage memorized when I was in Taiwan (Romans 1:16-32).  Oops.

1 Thessalonians 1:

  • I can’t remember the last time I read this chapter.  I’m definitely less familiar with this chapter than the other three up there.  I think it’s because I lose track of my Bible reading plan long before I get to this book.  It’s like when I was studying SAT words: my command of the English language is strongly slanted toward words that start with letters nearer to the beginning of the alphabet.
  • I guess this is easily seen, but I have a tough time relating to teachers/pastors/mentors.  I think this is partly due to the fact that I often learn things differently from other people, but mostly due to the fact that I’m too proud to learn from people.  So it’s hard for me to think of myself as an “imitator” of anybody (verse 6).

Job 1:

  • This isn’t fair for me to ask, since I haven’t had anybody close to me pass away yet.  But I always felt like Job’s kids had a rough deal.  Here they are, eating and drinking, then they all die largely because God is testing Job.  I mean…is that a fair thing for me to think?  I dunno.

-Tim

There’s this one famous quote by Oscar Wilde that goes something like this: “A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.”  I can see why the quote is famous; it just sounds deep.  Too bad it’s also completely wrong.  Wouldn’t that man be closer to a “miser”?  What I’m trying to say is…Oscar Wilde, you stink.

Let’s go back to the original definition of cynicism.  According to Webster, a cynic is “one who believes that human conduct is motivated wholly by self-interest.”

Before I became Christian, I would gladly have called myself a cynic by Webster’s definition.  (I would also have to call myself cynical by the Oscar Wilde’s erroneous definition, but that’s another story.)

Here was (is?) my reasoning:

Fact 1: There is a reason behind every action that every person does. Like Hercule Poirot once said, “Without a motive, there is no murder.”   I know absolute statements are tough to justify, so if you really want to quibble, I can change Fact 1 to “There is a reason behind 99% of the actions that 99% of the people that you know does.”

I think I can defend the absolute statement pretty well though.  Let’s dream up some hypothetical boogieman that could exist who does things without reason.  Personally, I don’t really care about the hypotheticals; I’m more concerned about our actual lives.  But since I’m already here, let’s take a boogieman who’s already been created: the Joker.

I’m no Batman buff, but I remember hearing once that the Joker’s main strength as an antagonist is that his actions are completely irrational and motiveless. But is this really true?  Let’s take this exchange from The Dark Knight:

Aside: Michael Caine is AWESOME.

Alfred Pennyworth: A long time ago, I was in Burma, my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never found anyone who traded with him. One day I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away.
Bruce Wayne: Then why steal them?
Alfred Pennyworth: Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

The thing is, I don’t think we’ve proved that the Joker is irrational or motiveless by this exchange at all.  All we’ve shown is that the Joker has perverted reasons for what he does.  We might not be motivated by the same things that motivate the Joker, but we can certainly understand the things that drive him.  You can use many words to describe sadists, but “irrational” isn’t one of them.

So there’s my defense.  If you don’t buy it, you can come up with a better hypothetical boogieman.  But I don’t think you can disagree with the fact that most of the people you interact with on a day-to-day basis are boogiemen.  So in the cases that you should care about, Fact 1 holds.  I don’t think I’m saying anything too crazy yet.  Certainly it is no stretch to say that 99% of all people around you act rationally.

Phew.  Didn’t want to spend that much time on that point.

Let’s move on to the next and final step.  Fact 2: All actions are performed out of self-interest.

Since we have established that most actions have motives, we can start to classify them.  I separate motives into three categories: actions done for the self, actions done for others, and actions done for a cause.  Let me define these categories more clearly.

Actions done for the self are those actions which obviously benefit the performer of the action.  A man is hungry, so he eats.  In this example, the man’s action of eating is clearly done for the gratification of his hunger.  A more difficult example are those actions which seem to lack a certain amount of intentionality.  For example, I can choose to wave my hand in the air right now without any seeming benefit to myself.  Ignoring the obvious motive that I have (disproving my theory), I could justify my action by a simple phrase: “I just felt like it.”  I claim that any action that can be justified by “I just felt like it” is an action done for the self.  By performing the action, I have gratified some feeling inside me.  Obviously, these actions are done out of self-interest, so I don’t need to justify the cynic’s view on these actions.

Actions done for others are actions that benefit others without benefiting the self.  I add the second clause because if an action benefits the self as well as others, a cynic can easily say that the action was performed out of self-interest.  The benefit to others can be dismissed as a side-effect.

But let’s say an action seemingly has no benefit to the performer.  Now here’s where it gets hairy for the cynic.  The cynic basically argues that these actions still are performed out of self-interest for one or more of the following reasons:

    • Building a relationship (to get something out of the other people, or to avoid the pain of being alone)
    • Building a reputation as a good person
    • The warm fuzzy feeling that appears from helping others
    • The flipside of the warm fuzzy feeling: the avoidance of feeling guilty
    • …you get the picture

You can think that this is terrible.  You can think that I am a terrible person.  Both true.  But let me just say: I used to believe that this was true.  So let’s move on.

Actions done for a cause are pretty much the same as actions done for others.  These are the actions that don’t benefit specific people around you, but rather a cause like PETA or women’s rights or whatever.  The same reasoning applies.

So that was my reasoning.  A really long-winded way of saying “No, you’re not nice, you’re just trying to feel good or make yourself look better.”  (Come to think of it, I probably could have just written that.  Oh well.)

So what’s changed, now that I’m a Christian?

Well, I was presented with two issues.  The first was that I needed to throw away my cynicism.  In my classification system, I had forgotten one possible motive for actions done for others (or causes).  Namely, love.

You see…I made my classification system based off of my own experiences (don’t we all?)  And since I’d never done anything out of a truly selfless heart, I assumed that all people were like that.  It’s no stretch to say that I had never loved before.

Once I understood what love meant (wow, I’m starting to sound like a cheesy song), and what it meant to do something selflessly…well, accusing others of doing things for themselves just seemed ridiculous.  I don’t really know how else to describe it.  How could one actually perform selfless acts just for the warm fuzzies?  I can’t believe I thought that.

The second is a problem that’s just recently come up in my mind by three things.  First, playing Mafia.  Second, the numerous Agatha Christie mysteries I’ve been reading.  And finally, Pastor Pat’s messages on love.  (Um, not in that order.  Really.)

This might sound strange at this point in the post, but I’ve always steered clear of judging people’s motives all my life.  Even as a cynic, I tried to avoid judging people 1) it seemed polite to take people at face value and 2) I’d go nuts if I judged everyone.  It’s a little like Locke’s social contract: we assume the best of each other to avoid tearing each others’ throats out.  Of course, being a cynic meant that I was always on my guard just in case the other shoe dropped.  My motto was to assume the best of others, but to prepare for the worst.

Now that I’m a Christian, I don’t know if I should modify my motto.  After all, if I prepare for the worst, aren’t I just assuming the worst in general?  That does jive in part with the Bible…after all, the Bible tells us that all men are wicked and depraved (Rom 3:10-18, 23).  On the other hand, 1 Corinthians 13:7 tells me that “love believes all things.”  NIV says “always hopes.”  Is this calling me to always take people’s intentions at face value?  Would that be wise?

I really don’t know where to go with this…I’m going to go ahead and continue with what I’m doing because it seems like the best course of action.  But if anyone (*coughPastorPatcough*) has something else to say, I’d be open to listen.

-Tim

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Been kinda MIA for a while, but I think I’ll be here more often than not now.

Forgot to add this to the list of statements, but: Manzanita Sol >> every other soda on the planet.  I have no idea why that soda is so hard to find: it’s incredible.  The first time I ever drank it was in Mexico during high school.  The next time I found it was in the Little Caesar’s next to my house when I moved down to San Diego.  I was working on a project due the next day, so I decided that I needed some chemical assistance in the form of a 2-liter of Diet Coke.  Then I figured that I might as well order a pizza while I was at it, since I needed to eat dinner anyway.  Yes, this is how my brain works.  Don’t judge.

Anyway, I go over to the pizza place, and lo and behold, there, sitting in the refrigerator is the soda that I have been seeking for the last eight or so years.  I didn’t even flinch for a second: I grabbed the pizza and the Manzanita Sol and drove back home.

So for those of you counting score at home…I wanted caffeine and ended up with a pizza and Manzanita Sol.  And even when it was all gone and I was food coma-ing…all I could think was: “So worth it.”

Four thoughts from the basketball game today:

  1. I honestly think I’m starting to dislike the Celtics more than the Lakers.  That technical that Nate Robinson got by yapping at Odom really got me thinking.  If I were to use one word to describe the Celtics, I think it would be “belligerent.”  They’re a hyper-intense team, and have been ever since trading for the legendarily intense Kevin Garnett.

    Now, I’m on record for saying that you need to be hyper-intense to reach the highest level of play.  So I don’t begrudge them their attitude.  But I don’t have to like it either.

  2. I guess what got me thinking about all this is the fact that I hate Kobe for the same reason: he’s a hyper-competitive jerk.  But if I were to compare Kobe and the Celtics: I think the Celtics have a “hot” intensity, while Kobe has a “cold” intensity.  The type of intensity the Celtics has boils over in everything they do, often to strange effect.  KG gets on the floor like a dog.  Big Baby drools on his face.  Sheed, Perkins, and Robinson yap.

    Kobe’s too image-conscious (and perhaps sane) to do any of that.  But you know the killer mentality’s there when you see him glare at whoever’s irking him at the moment: the refs, the other team, his own team.

    If you were to ask me which hyper-intensity is worse, I’d probably go with Kobe’s.  You can’t trust the quiet ones.

    But MAN, the Celtics are annoying.  So much so that it’s getting hard to root for them.

  3. When Kobe shot that technical shot and missed it, I said that he choked.  Everyone in our living room totally dismissed me, since they’re all Laker fans.And then Kobe went on that 23-point run.  I will never say anything ever again.
  4. Pastor Pat was over, and he was saying that Kobe’s play was proving that basketball could just become a one-man sport.  It’s true, one basketball player can have a much larger effect on his team than one football player or one baseball player can.

    But then, the Lakers lost.  So doesn’t that prove him wrong?

I really like music.

=D

There’s one slight problem with liking music so much, and it comes in times of musical worship.  Basically, sometimes it’s hard to tell if I’m truly worshiping God or getting wrapped up in the music.  It’s really worrisome when I sing random secular songs with the same passion that I have when I am praising God.  Heck, some of my favorite songs to sing have the craziest lyrics.  It makes me wonder if I’m paying attention to what I’m saying, or if I just enjoy the noise escaping my sound-hole.

I’m reminded of this one story that’s in Bob Kauflin’s book, Worship Matters.  In it, he tells of a missionary who goes to some random African tribe and hears the most beautiful, haunting melody.  Deeply moved, she asks a local lady if she can translate what the people are singing.

“Of course.  ‘If you boil the water, you won’t get dysentery.’”

Even so, I am convinced that music is a gift from God through which we can worship and adore Him.  I could go on forever on this topic, but to be succinct, I believe that music has the ability to affect and communicate emotions in a way that no other medium can.  And thus, I ought to praise God through music, rather be afraid of my own misuse of it.

What brought these thoughts up?  Well, today we sang “I Will Glory In My Redeemer” in our service.  I don’t know how it was for everyone else, but…while singing this song, I realized that regardless of all the idiotic rebellion in my life, I need to cling to God rather than run away from Him.  The combination of that truth and the music resulted in a near euphoric experience.  (I don’t think I’m using that term lightly.)

Anyway, here’s the lyrics.  It’s an amazing song.

I will glory in my Redeemer
Whose priceless blood has ransomed me
Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails
And hung Him on that judgment tree
I will glory in my Redeemer
Who crushed the power of sin and death
My only Savior before the Holy Judge
The Lamb Who is my righteousness
The Lamb Who is my righteousness

I will glory in my Redeemer
My life He bought, my love He owns
I have no longings for another
I’m satisfied in Him alone
I will glory in my Redeemer
His faithfulness my standing place
Though foes are mighty and rush upon me
My feet are firm, held by His grace
My feet are firm, held by His grace

I will glory in my Redeemer
Who carries me on eagle’s wings
He crowns my life with lovingkindness
His triumph song I’ll ever sing
I will glory in my Redeemer
Who waits for me at gates of gold
And when He calls me it will be paradise
His face forever to behold
His face forever to behold
His face forever to behold

-Tim

In my last post, I was trying to write a post on Mafia but ended up writing a treatise on game design.  (I don’t really plan out or proofread these posts since they take long enough just to write.  I’m sure you can tell.)  Anywho, at the end of it, a guy named Wilson (I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you…) asked me why I didn’t design a game based upon my principles.

Short answer: because it’s really hard.  If I could, I would.  But it takes a certain amount of genius (read: creativity) to come up with a game that truly is interesting.

But since I’m too lazy to actually sit down and come up with a new game, I’m going to take the easy way out and take existing games and tweak them a bit to better fit those principles.  For example, I think Mafia is a good game, but I think there are a few problems with it.  So in this post, I’m going to propose a few changes that might address them.  Will they work?  I have no idea.  But I’m willing to find out.

First, the pros of Mafia: Mafia is a legitimately fun game that can be played with more than six people with no more equipment than a deck of cards.  It’s hard to find a game that is fun, is cheap, and works in a large group.  Throw in the fact that it’s easy to learn, and it’s a winner.

It's harder to fill this out than you might think. Also, I had to put golf there.

The problems:

  • The morality issue: Basically, you need to be able to lie to play Mafia.  And that puts us on shaky moral ground.  Let’s analyze this, since it needs to be done before anything else.

    I’ve talked about this before, but I believe that misdirection is key to winning most games.  It can be somewhat benign: in basketball, I might lead you to think that I’m going to drive left instead of right.  I don’t think there’s anyone who believes that there’s something wrong with this.

    Let’s talk about the next level, where each player has some amount of concealed information.  For example, in poker or Settlers, this is my hand.  Obviously, if I can get you to believe something about my hand that is not true (i.e. I have the nuts in poker), I will have the upper hand, since you will be operating off of incorrect information.

    I place a game in this second level when lying CAN help you win, but is not strictly necessary.  In poker, if someone asks me what I have, I can simply choose to refuse to answer.  If I don’t show a tell when refusing, I am neither losing nor gaining ground by my refusal.  The same goes for Settlers, or Battleship, or Stratego.

    (Side note: I don’t believe that betting large amounts on poor hands or small amounts on good hands to be lying.  It’s akin to showing right when you want to go left.)

    The last level is games like Mafia or BS (or to a lesser extent, Bang!), where you need to lie to win.  I suppose everyone could refuse to answer any questions, but it certainly puts you at a considerable disadvantage.  I imagine that someone could choose the clam strategy (refuse to answer anything whether Mafia or not), but I don’t think it would be very successful.  Besides, what if EVERYONE chose that strategy?  It’d be a pretty boring game.  No, lying is necessary for Mafia to work.

    So what do we do?  Honestly, I’m not really sure.  I was going to argue that many of the arguments in the Bible warn against certain types of lies: lies to acquire treasure (Proverbs 21:6), slander (Proverbs 10:18), false witness (Exodus 20:16)…but there’s enough in the Bible to warn against lying in general (Proverbs 6:17, Proverbs 12:22, etc.).  It seems from that, I need to argue that the lies in Mafia aren’t really “lies”.

    Hmm…and how would one do that?  Lies still are lies even if “no one gets hurt”.  Lies are still lies even if I am not gaining anything from the lie.  (Technically, I am: I’m winning a game.)  I think the argument “It’s just a game” rings hollow…

    What about if everyone already understands from the beginning of the game that I might be lying throughout the game?  If other people KNOW that I am lying, does that absolve my responsibility in lying?  Sounds a bit better to me, but I dunno.

This kinda stinks.  My conscience was more clear at the beginning of the post than it is now.  And I’m pushing 800 words.  I’ll put off the fixes to another post.

-Tim