Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembrance Day


Remembrance Day

Today we remember fallen heros of World War 1 & World War 2. WWII was supposed to be the war to end all wars.
But, we still have wars. Many men and women served in the armed forces in fighting & support roles to fight against the ideology and repression of Nazi Germany, fascist Italy, and Japan in Southeast Asia.

My wife's grandfather served in the navy - in the S. Pacific.
And I'm sure you have family that were involved in the war effort.
100 million military and support personnel involved globally. 70 million people, mostly civilians were killed. That's the population of 2 "Canadas". Movies like Schindler's List depict the holocaust - the systematic extermination of Jews, dissenters, and the handicapped.

Those that went to fight were not fighting against a country, or a group of people , so much as they were fighting for an idea. Not just an idea, but an underlying belief that all men & women should be free. An idea that all life is valuable, even those who are of different races, or have disabilities. It is our duty and honor to protect the weak, elderly, crippled, mentally ill, the unborn and the outcasts of society. Occasionally our resolve to do this will be challenged. Actually, daily our resolve to do this is challenged. You see we don't fight Nazi's every day, but every day we are faced with the same rotten idea's that led to the holocaust. Pride... the bad kind of pride that thinks too highly of one's self. Or low self esteem...thinking so poorly of yourself, which can sometimes lead to putting others down, to try to make yourself feel higher. Hatred or contempt...Jesus equated these feelings with murder, because they are the seeds that grow into the murder tree. When we see these in our own lives, we need to pull them out by the roots and burn them, replace them with compassion, unconditional love, patience, kindness and so on.


There is a famous story from World War 1 about the Christmas Truce on 1914. It took place in the fields of Flanders on Christmas Eve. Germans were fighting the British and French in miles of trenches. The Pope had requested a truce for Christmas, but it had been flatly rejected by both sides. But on Christmas Eve, somehow a chocolate cake made an appearance on the British side. It was from the Germans trenched in 50 yards away. A Christmas Truce to begin at 7:30 was offered, and accepted and a gift of tobacco was sent over to the Germans. At 7:30 some Germans popped up their heads and began to sing. After each song applause would erupt, and the impromtu concert continued. Later a soccer ball became the object of attention and a soccer game ensued. Gifts were exchanged, small christmas trees decorated the dead were buried, and there was at least for that Christmas...peace on earth. The war continued after this for a little more than 3 years.


One of the ideas Jesus challenged us with was to love our enemies. Thats not easy. I am still learning how to love my friends. The ideas that Jesus challenges us with are not supposed to be just something to think about...they require action. I may be a long ways from being able to love my enemies, but I'm going to start walking in that direction. And, by the grace of God, maybe one day I'll actually get there.

My grandfather was also involved in World War 2. But he didn't fight with the Allies. He was aligned with the other side.
What do we do when our history includes family and friends and even personal history that is not so honorable? To be fair, the Finnish although aligned with Germany, it was not on ideology, it was a matter of survival. The Russians were invading Finland, and the enemy of the Russians was the Germans... so their enemy's enemy became their friend. In Finland, Jews were generally protected, but there is still the bad taste in my mouth that comes from saying that my grandfather fought with the Nazi's. The cold war is another bad taste, because the British, Americans, Canadians and so on, fought in cooperation with the Soviets in WW2, but for 40 years the Cold war between communism and the west persisted.

If we look at our own histories, there's no perfect story. We all have baggage from bad experiences. Some our own fault, others, just happened because we were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

But on Remembrance Day, we try to remember the honorable, the values that were upheld, the truth that transcends the chaos of life. The poppy reminds me that every day I have a choice to fight the battle in my mind, the battle for my family, my friends, and for my community. I reflect on the casualties of that battle, and I will remember and honor the heros.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Spirituality of Smoke, Salmon, and Snoring


I have respiratory problems, and there were a number of forest fires in the region this summer. Last week, I could really taste the smoke in the air, and my breathing was more difficult than usual. So I was especially keen on getting out of town, when my dad called and asked if I would like to go salmon fishing. Now, I don't need an excuse like poor air quality to justify salmon fishing, but the timing was especially good. We loaded our gear into my dad's camper/van and headed out for a couple days on the Babine River. What a treat. There were thousands of salmon in the river...so thick, that they were practically swimming between our legs as we stood in the river. I actually reached into the water and touched a salmon with my bare hands. Needless to say the fishing was good, and we caught and released salmon all day long, and we kept our limit to take back home. As night began to fall, we found ourselves a nice campsite on the shore of Starvation Lake, where we cooked up a Sockeye Salmon feast. When we could eat no more, we crawled into our sleeping bags, my dad, slept on his "bunk" he built for himself in his van, and I tried to sleep in a narrow spot on the floor, but it was just too tight, and I just couldn't sleep. Dad fell right asleep, and started sawing logs in two part harmony. Now, my wife says I snore, but she might be making it up...I mean, I've never actually heard myself snore. Surely if I am the one doing the snoring, I would know it. My kids also tell me that I snore, and sometimes when I wake up in the morning, my throat feels a little raspy...so it could be possible that I've snored. It's just that I've never consciously experienced this snoring that everyone say's I do. I must have gone to sleep at some point, because my dad later also accused me of snoring....said I'd make a good lumber jack, cause I sure knew how to saw logs. I suppose if I could somehow have an out of body experience, and be able to see and hear myself snoring, then I might just believe it's true.

We had considered bringing a tent, but, being in grizzly country, the inside of the van sounded much more "comfortable." We had placed the cooler full of freshly caught salmon on the roof of the van, and we left a few logs on the fire outside to keep the bears away. As the fire began to die out, it started to smolder and smoke, and the temperature dropped, making the smoke linger low to the ground. The windows of the van were open ( remember, my dad, and the two part harmony "snoring" - requires access to fresh air!). The smoke( from the fire) was filling the van, and I was having trouble breathing. Seems the very thing I was trying to get away from - smoke - was the very problem I had created for myself once again. So, in the middle of the night, I got up, put out the fire, and as I looked up in the sky, I was amazed at the view. Aurora Borealis danced across a backdrop of a million stars. I had never seen the stars so vivid and radiant. We were at a higher elevation, and the atmosphere ( other than our smoldering campfire ) was crystal clear. The full moon, reflected off the lake. A distant loon let out a lonely call in the distance. Stars twinkled, a planet was clearly visible in the southeast, and then a meteor shower. Three shooting stars in row. Suddenly, my fear of bears disappeared, and I threw my sleeping bag up on the roof of the van. I slept up there with the fish...actually I spent most of the night awake, watching the stars up above.

My thoughts moved to spirituality. Why is it that we do that? This world is so big, so complex...we barely understand the quarks, particles and anti-particles that make up each molecule. There are millions and millions of molecules in a tiny piece of dirt under my fingernail. As I look up into the night sky, I see stars in our galaxy that are 4 to 400 light years away . If you know where to look, you can see the Andromeda galaxy, which is 2.5 million light years away. For all we know, the Andromeda galaxy could have been swallowed up in a giant black hole and "disappeared" yesterday, and we wouldn't know about it for at least 2.5 million years, because the light takes so long to get here. So why does our mind wander...to try to figure out a spiritual realm, or to attempt to understand a transcendent God who is beyond space and time, who exists before time, and knows all, is all powerful, and everywhere (whatever that means) at the same time? Surely there is much in the material world that I will never grasp, and yet I am drawn to discover, learn and dream about a spiritual existence that transcends the material world.

It makes logical sense to believe there is a God. There must be a first cause...someone to pull the trigger that started the "big bang". A moral "law giver" makes sense to me as well. Art, intuition, love, kindness, selflessness, altruism, self reflection, and the desire to "find God" all make sense if there is a God who has made us to have these traits. It also makes sense for me to accept that I probably snore. The evidence surely points in that direction. I also believe that there are stars, but that cool August night while I slept on the roof of my dad's van, next to the cooler full of salmon...I experienced the stars in a way I had never experienced before. I had escaped the smokey atmosphere of our city, made a slight altitude adjustment, and looked up. The stars have always been there...I just never noticed them the way I did that night. I know the stars are there, I've seen them dimly from home, read about them, heard other people talk about them, but that night, they were my stars, I saw them so close, I could reach up in the night sky, and grab them, like salmon swimming between my legs in the river. In reality, my short trip to the Babine brought me no closer to the stars than I am at any other place on earth. Those stars are light years away, so my small elevation adjustment as we drove up into the mountains, is nothing compared to the vast distance those stars are from the earth. It's just that some small particles of smoke had got in the way, distracting me from the reality that existed beyond the haze. Perhaps there is a God...and he knows I exist. Maybe he put the stars up in the sky, just so I would wonder, just so I could have that spiritual experience next to the salmon cooler. Fortunately, a grizzly did not join me up on the roof for my star gazing...but if one did, I suppose my belief in grizzly bears would also be more than academic...

Monday, June 1, 2009

Music and Spirit.





I once saw a woman wearing a tee-shirt that said “Music is my Religion”
and I would have to say that for myself, for some of the most profound spiritual experiences I have ever had, music certainly played a role or was a part of the context. It has also been my experience, that much of the music that is specifically touted as being “spiritual” in nature, is either quite boring, poorly executed, or of a low calibre of musical craftsmanship. That being said, there is something about good music and art in general ( however that can be defined) that simply moves you. It may be the sound of the choir, beautifully rounding out the final cadence of the Hallelujah Chorus, or the silky smooth jazz vocals of Diana Krall, or how about Queen singing Bohemian Rhapsody. If none of these sound very appealing, I would venture to guess that there are some pieces of music that you could mention that move you in a profound, emotional way.


Music is powerful. I like watching European football (soccer) on TV, not because I’m interested in the game, but rather to watch the fans. They get so excited and cheer, and then these songs break out. Old hymns, folk songs, tavern drinking tunes. Something about hearing all those thousands of voices in unison makes you want to stand up tall and proud and salute the nearest flag. Others feel inspired to tear their clothes off and streak across the field :-) Music is best enjoyed in community...a concert, a music festival, a jam session. It’s a way for us all to join together in a creative process. Music is a human, sociological phenomena. And whether in the church choir or at the football game, the music stirs our inner person and connects us with our fellow man.

Is music spiritual? Does it have physical healing properties? Does someone who is a musically gifted person have a better chance of being spiritually, emotionally or physically healthy? We need not look far to see that this is not the case. How many music stars have we seen burn out in a ball of flames. Their screwed up lives played out for all of us pop culture vulture’s TV viewing pleasure. We sit back and watch as another musician, actor or artist behaves irresponsibly, loses their kids, their marriages, their reputations, somehow the fame and the success gets to them, and they lose it all.

It’s curious when you consider the Mozart craze, where expectant mom’s would play Mozart through headphones stretched out over their bellies...to stimulate the health and brain activity of their babies. Music didn’t help Mozart avoid his fatal illness at the young age of 35. Music did not seem to help Michael Jackson, Brittany Spears, or Billy Bob Thorton in keeping their minds healthy and dare I say, sane. Many people continue to be profoundly moved by the music of Kurt Cobain, yet, his music, nor any other form of art for that matter was able to save him from the deep despair he must of felt that eventually led to his suicide. And even some of the most talented church musicians I have met over the years, who can play, conduct, compose, and inspire the masses who gather to worship each week at their churches...once you get to know them, you find, this is just a job, and their own spiritual condition seems less than desirable.

I think that art, and specifically music is more emotional. We express how we feel, through music, or art. Some artists become good actors, and they can put on a show, pretend to feel the music, they learn how to manipulate the heart strings, and they use music to lead their audience to a pre determined emotional response. It works in advertising, it works in the movies, it works in hypnosis, it works rock concerts, it works in elevators, it works in tent revival meetings. Music affects our mood.

But is music spiritual? What is spirit anyway? The Christian tradition, of which I find myself in, has not been able to come up with a unified definition of spirit, but I will attempt to give you my understanding of spirit. God is Spirit. Transcendent, outside, or beyond the realm of the universe. To come into unity with God, is much more than being enlightened, or becoming one with the universe. More so, it is to make a spiritual connection with the Creator of the universe. The eternal One who is not restricted by time and space. In the gospel of John chapter 4, Jesus is asked by the Samaritan woman at the well about the appropriate place of worship. Jesus answered her question about location with an answer that looked beyond the limits of space, and looked deep within to the core of her being. Jesus reminded her that God was Sprit, therefore those who worship must worship in spirit and in truth. Authentic, honest worship from the very depths of one’s being...the part of us that is capable, by the grace of God to respond to the Spirit of God. Location and method is trumped by motivation and deep, intimate honesty. Jesus is later quoted as saying that to find unity with God ( or to acquire eternal life) one must not only be a physical being ( born of water ) but also be born again...born of the spirit. The person he was talking to, Nicodemus, was an elite, educated, religious man. The concepts they discussed were deep, intellectual, yet, this well rounded individual, Nicodemus, found himself looking deeper for eternal significance...for the spirit. So, from my understanding of the Christian perspective of spirit, a person can exist in a physical sense, have engaged their mind, intellect and inner consciousness, yet be “unborn” or waiting to take that first breath in a spiritual or metaphysical sense.

The mind, intellect, emotions, will, consciousness, and perhaps even some aspects of intuition, make up the soul, or psyche of a person. This is the person inside. Psychologists tell us that our minds are constantly thinking, churning through the equivalent of 1,300 words per minute. Plato defined this thinking as the soul’s conversation with itself. If we could audibly speak 1,300 words a minute we would sound like some kind of robot, but our minds are thinking at this incredible rate, constantly. Our thoughts, mind will and emotions are still captive to time and space...but not so much as our bodies. We daydream and time seems to fly. Or when we have a traumatic event, like a car accident, our minds kick into overdrive, and the result is that time kicks into slow motion. I recently had hernia surgery, and as I was getting onto the operating table, I recall the radio was playing music quite loudly in the background, then the anesthesiologist told me he was injecting some happy juice into my IV, and suddenly I felt all warm and fuzzy, and the music disappeared...the next thing I knew it was an hour and a half later, and I was still in happy-land, slowly waking up. I had temporarily been completely unaware of time and space, but thankfully all went well and I am here in the physical world once again! Deja vu is another phenomena where we “escape” time, because as we experience something in the present, we have a sense or memory of seeing this before - in the past. But perhaps it is just our brain playing a trick on us, and the mental processing of the present ( short term memory ) takes a detour through the part of our brain that usually processes and stores long term memory ( the past). Still, the experiences in the de ja vu memory are chronological , in that the memory has a beginning, middle and end and location, so we still are within the realm of time and space.

But when you wake up in the middle of the night, thinking about Uncle Fred in Newfoundland, and then the next day you get the phone call and find out that he had a heart attack last night...we have now escaped the realm of space, but still confined to time. Intuition and premonition are truly interesting phenomena.

Our mind, or psyche is the soul. The doorway between the body and the spirit. The deeper you get into the core, or essence of your mind, I believe you begin to approach the spirit. Yet I don’t believe the spirit is contained or defined, or limited to the confines of the mind, or soul. It is truly a mystery.

Some Christian theologians don’t make a distinction between the soul and the spirit, but I think there is a case for a 3 part being...body, soul and spirit. Yet the 3 are connected. The brain is the physical CPU if you will, making electrical and chemical impulses, and the mind makes sense of those impulses. Yet, with drugs, we can fool the mind into thinking we are happy, or sad, or pain free, or invincible. But the spirit, is beyond the physical, electrical, or even emotional aspect of the mind...but not far away. It is the part of our core being that is connected, or has the potential to connect to the eternal existence that is beyond the confines of space and time.

So back to music. Music ( and sound) is very much a slave of time and space. Rhythm or the pulse or beat of music is certainly a slave of time. One beat follows another. The spacing of the beats is predictable and consistent. When it is not, we might think the musician’s performance was rushed, or it dragged, or was sloppy. Pitch is simply really fast rhythm. It is fast changes in air pressure. Someone who has good pitch can control the number of cycles per second there are in the sound wave leaving their vocal chords or instrument. Someone who sings flat, or sharp simply does not have a good sense of time and so they sing a pitch that is faster or slower than the one intended. If music is a clock, pitch is the second hand, and rhythm is the hour hand, both being defined by time. Good musicians have a very good sense of time. They work well with other musicians, anticipating their actions, and reading cues, almost as if they feel the music, thinking ahead - speeding up time internally, yet keeping in step with the realtime music that we all hear and enjoy.

If you are not near the space where the music is audible, you would be unaware of the music. If you are moving quickly toward the music ( or the music toward you ) the sound of the music is altered, because the speed of the movement combines with the speed of sound and the rate of cycles per second of the sound wave, and we end up hearing a different pitch ( like when the ice cream truck is driving toward you... and you are running towards it, the pitch of the music sounds higher, and then when the ice cream truck stops, the music sounds different. Just imagine if you could become like God, and not be limited by space or time....seeing the beginning and the end at the same time. Music would be different. Pitch, rhythm and tempo would be meaningless. So now perhaps you will agree with me that audible music is very much restricted to the realm of time and space.

Music certainly affects our souls - or our psyche. Neurologist have determined that our brain processes music in at least three different parts of the brain. One part analyzes and processes the rhythm ( or the second hand of the clock...the slow pulses within the music..the part you tap your toe to) another location in the brain receives the information in music that is recognized as pitch ( the fast rhythm, or oscillating cycles..the part that you hum along to ). and yet a third part of the brain responds to the timbre of the sound ( the tone of the guitar, or the texture of the voice, these are human, individual elements that make the sounds unique. Like how your voice sounds similar to, but yet different than your Mom’s. It’s the fingerprint of the source of the music sound.) Some people’s brains don’t process one or more parts of this information normally, and so the music sounds different to them. Perhaps not unlike a person who is color blind sees differently than someone with “normal” vision. All these three parts are then sent to another part of the brain where it puts them back together, and our brain experiences the sensation of music, storing it away in a different part of the brain set aside for “musical” memory. It’s the part of the brain that goes ” That’s our song!” and reminds you of when you danced with your sweetheart for the first time. Alzheimer’s patients have shown significant ability to remember people and events they have forgotten, when you play them an old song from their past. Musical memory finds a back door to the memories they can’t get to via the normal process of cognitive activity due to the onset of dementia. ( see more about music and the mind here http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/show/CTVShows/20090115/musical_brain/20090202/ )

Music can also evoke strong emotions. A minor key sounds sad, while a major key sounds happy. Fast tempo’s can increase our heart rate, make us want to dance. Slow tempo’s can help us relax, unwind, or even sleep peacefully. Music is a catalyst for emotional response. Combine music with visual stimulation such as visual art, dance, theatre, or film and the music enhances the effect of the visual medium, and vice versa.
Same thing with poetry and creative writing. Listen to a certain cd while reading a captivating book, and every time you hear that music again, you will remember the book ( even if the lyrical content, or musical tempo was different than what the book was about - the two in your mind are connected ) Horror films are not nearly as scary when you turn the sound off, because you have just bypassed one of the senses.

Music is basically patterns and designs with sound, or air pressure that we can detect with our ears. Some of our other senses are capable of feeling music and sound as well, but not as acutely as the ears. A musician is someone skilled and often naturally talented with the ability to create intricate patterns for the rest of us to enjoy. Most of us appreciate good music. As with other forms of art, some styles take a while to acquire a taste for. At first it sound foreign, like another language. We hear it and it sounds like nonsense. But with time, we learn to notice the repeating patterns, and the fine details, and then we begin to understand and appreciate the patterns, cadences and designs in the musical style. To one person jazz sounds like cacophony, yet one who has a good sense of rhythm and frequency ( really two ways to say the same thing ) can really appreciate the complicated patterns in the time and pitch. Others are drawn to appreciate the “tone” or timbre of the music. They don’t hear sharp or flat, but they hear the richness of the singer’s deep, sultry voice, or the emotion of the blues guitarist’s tone.

Some people play music by reading musical notation of someone else’s composition, and they repeat what the composer created. They are basically mimicking what another has already said. Other’s hear music inside of them, and they find a way to express it with their voice or instrument in a way that works in our limits of time and space. Perhaps a soundtrack to the 1,300 words a minute processed as our soul is in deep conversation with itself. As our soul connects to our spirit, our soul, will, emotions, and psyche can be moved by the spirit, and from that inspiration music can be expressed, and perhaps someone else can hear that music, and join in with the song, the brain processes the sound and thus their soul is engaged. If that person’s spirit is awake, it can likely recognize the stirring of the soul, and that the original source was from the Spirit, and their spirit echo’s the Spirit song. Psalm 42 talks about “Deep calling out to Deep, and how God’s song is with us in the night. In the new testament, Paul encouraged the Ephesian and Colossian believers to sing spiritual songs to each other, and to sing and make music in their heart.

The music of the heart. I think we all have music in our heart, whether we are musically gifted or not, there is a soundtrack in our soul, that echos the spirit world. Some of us are gifted musically, and can find a way to express that music in the physical world, so other’s can hear it and join in the song. But all of us, musically talented or not, would do well to respond to the spirit echo, the deep that calls out to deep, and seek to come alive and be born again in a spiritual sense, so the song can return, make full circle to the One, the transcendent creator who first sang it and us into existence.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Humble Pie and an Old Earth


OK, so I've come to accept that the earth is very old ( probably 4.5 billion years). Most people would look at a statement like this and yawn. Scientists have been saying this for years, what's the big deal? Well, for a kid who grew up in a somewhat fundamentalist background, to say that the earth is old, is almost like asking to be burned at the stake:-) Ok, maybe not that bad. But much of my schooling and raising included the idea that - to be a Christian, includes accepting that the earth is about 6000 years old. Anyone who tells you otherwise, is either an atheist or a communist - or both;-) I spent much of my life defending this position, telling people that the fossils were all a result of Noah's global flood, and that dinosaurs and man must have co-existed. I even remember watching a documentary about how they had discovered Noah's ark on Mt Ararat, but the US government and CIA had suppressed the evidence in a big cover-up.

But, my Christian upbringing also taught me that you should be honest, and to search for understanding, wisdom and knowledge like you would mine for silver and gold, not being taken by fools gold, but testing the ore to be sure that it was true. Search for the truth, and the truth will set you free. So an inquisitive mind begins to wonder ( dangerous).

Light travels really fast, but they say that some of the stars are billions of light years away? That means it took billions of years for that light to get here. There are super novae ( exploding stars ) that we can see that are millions of light years away, and that means the star blew up millions of years ago ( and obviously existed before that).

Then there are trees in California that have 8 to 11 thousand annual growth rings in them. That means they are at least 8,000 to 11,000 yeas old ( survived the flood, and predated young earth creation...maybe they are gopher wood?)

Some lakes today have 35,000 plus layers of sediment in the bottom of them, so they must be older than 6,000 years.

The core samples of the ice layers on Antartica show 50,000 to 180,000 years worth of data, such as which years had more snow, which had volcano eruptions, what kind of living organisms happened to fall out of the sky and get trapped in the ice for us to discover years later.

Then there are the fossils, billions of fossils. Most dead animals and plants rot when they die. Fossils don't happen very easily, so there must have been a lot more life than what was fossilized. That much life takes time...lots of time. Otherwise we would have literally been buried deep in all the living animals who were waiting for Noah's flood to put them out of their misery...

In Yellowstone National Park there are layers of preserved forests. A volcano must have buried the first forest, then eventually, a new forest grew on top of the buried forest...the volcano blew again, and buried that one...27 or so layers of petrified forest...that must have taken more than 6000 years to happen.

There are many layers of rock on the earths crust. I was taught that these layers were all formed during the flood, but there's just too many different layers with different types of fossils organized in the different layers to be explained by a single recent global flood.

There is more coal and other organic material in the earth's sediments than could have possibly been living on the planet at the time of a global flood.

There are evidences of the magnetic north pole trading places with the south pole, based on the orientation of iron in the earths crust. These changes take a long time... probably more than 6,000 years.

So what? What's the big deal if the earth and life on earth is old? Well, it makes us read our Bibles a little differently. It makes us a little more humble, considering we used to talk about how those stupid evolutionists didn't know anything, and we were so smart. Humble pie don't taste so good, but they say it's packed full of vitamins. But humility aside, what about faith. I've heard young earth creationists say that if the Creation Story is not literally true ( as in - it happenned in six 24 hr days, 6000 years ago) then the rest of the Bible is hooey as well. But I have to tell you what got me thinking... Being a songwriter & musician, I couldn't help but notice that if you read the Creation Story, it's written more like a song, than a science text book. It has repeating phrases, each day's work is like a new verse, and the the refrain comes in with "evening and morning, the first ( second...) day". Some Bibles even indent the creation "song" just like the Psalms and other poetry in the Bible are formatted. Songs were used by the ancients, to teach things, and pass on oral traditions. Maybe there is some truth to the story, or even a lot of truth, it's just that you have to dig into it, like studying the lyrics of a song, or poem, to find the true underlying meaning.

The ancient Egyptians had some real neat creation myths of their own. They actually date older than the oldest estimated date of writing for the book of Genesis. In those stories, there were many gods. One god arose out of the sea, hovering over the water and created the land by the command of his word. Another fashioned man and the animals out of clay and then offered them the breath of life into their nostrils. The people were made to grow food and to work for the gods, ( the Pharaohs wanted the people to think they were gods, and so they perpetuated these myths to get their subjects to grow food for them, and build them pyramids) . I wonder if maybe Moses ( the supposed author of Genesis), didn't maybe write the creation story ( or song/hymn) as a protest song against the slavery imposed on the Hebrews. The song was a means to teach the people that the One True God was not a Pharaoh, or a monster out of the sea, or the sun...but He was transcendent, greater than any celestial being, or the Universe, for that matter. I studied the ancient Hebrew text, and found that the Creation song included some shoobie doowap background vocals that were left out of the standard english translation and the complete song roughly translates like this: "In the Beginning God created the heavens and the earth...Shoobie doowap - Pharoah is a wienie, you can take this slavery and shove it....ooh Lah Lah, Lah" and so on, so forth. It probably was what made Pharaoh's heart so hard, because he hated that song so much, and he couldn't get it out of his head. Moses was teaching the Hebrews, and us...that God was the Creator of man, plants and animals the earth, the sun, the sea, and everything else. To worship the sun, or the sea, or a jolly old pharoah would be to insult the creator of all these (remember how ticked off Moses was when he came down the mountain with the 10 commandments, and found the people worshipping a golden cow?). There are many "polemics" against the Egyptian creation myths in the Genesis account.

For God to be God, he would be without beginning, without equal, all mighty, all knowing, all in all. He had to be eternal. The first words of the Bible are "in the beginning, God..." There was nothing before God. God always is, was, will be. Everything exists at His command. Even to consider the theory of the Big Bang, one must ask "Who started the Big Bang? Who pulled the trigger? What caused 'nothing' to explode, and form the vast universe we inhabit?" Even leading atheists like Richard Dawkins default to deism, in that he cannot explain how life first started. What made the first cell actually come to life? In an interview with Ben Stein he suggested that perhaps aliens seeded life on this planet. I think it's more reasonable to believe in a creator God than in Johnny Apple Seed aliens, but even if aliens did actually deposit life on earth, who made the aliens? Eventually, you get to a point where the only reasonable answer is that a transcendent God must have started life and space and time. So an old earth does not sway my belief in God. It does shake my trust in well meaning ( I hope ) pastors, teachers, parents and such who so devoutly taught that the earth must be young, or the Bible not true. I trust that they too will consider the evidence, and be willing to eat some humble pie with me. I lose some faith in myself for taking so long to honestly examine the evidence and consider the facts. I say this with the disclaimer that if I am proved to be wrong, and in fact the earth is young, I will eat more humble pie and burn my copies of "Coming to Peace with Science" and "The Language of God" . Actually, it's not so bad, tastes kind of like "foot in mouth""loaf but less salty. Life is too complex and intricate, and amazing for there not to be a Designer. The Bible is too amazing to be a bunch of bunk, even if my interpretation needs a little tweaking now and then. My own stumbling, fumbling and bumbling faith in Jesus Christ who has called me to walk with Him is too real for me to ignore, and so is the evidence for an ancient earth. So maybe the earth is old, but I believe God is older. Now if I could just figure out what wine goes best with humble pie? Oh yeah, Christians are not supposed to drink...I better save that for another post. Cheers!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Who I AM


Who Am I? I am fortunate to know my parents, so I can say I am the son of Tuomo and Marja. I was fortunate to be born in Canada, so I can proudly say that I'm a Canadian. The last time I got naked, the mirror reminded me that I am an almost middled aged, blindingly caucasian, slightly overweight, hairier than yesterday and smellier than the day before male who still likes the way his wife of sixteen years looks in her birthday suit. My 5 kids call me Dad. Their friends call me Mr. Kostamo (except for this young man who appears to be interested in my daughter. He's afraid to talk to me...and so you could even say that to some I'm a scary gun owner. * OK, I have to update this, The young man did come and talk to me. I showed him my gun collection and my shooting skills, and collection of dead animals... and he still comes around. I'm running out of ideas....) To the cashier, I'm a customer who she wishes will have a "nice day." To the driver I cut off on the highway, I'm worthy of giving the universal hand signal that means "You're Number One!" To my neighbor's dog, I'm the nice man who keeps scooping the poop, has anger management issues, and has a really sexy leg. To the mountain I am the climber. To the fish I am the fisherman. To the map, I am lost. To the ocean I am the sailor, but alas, to my desk I am a prisoner. In the amazing race I am Truth's pursuer and every time I think I've finally found her, it turns out I just missed her. But she left behind a map and another clue. I am a human being; distinct from all other animals, and naked before an invisible God who has left His fingerprints all over this planet and the seemingly endless universe, which is unable to contain Him. So again, who am I? A wise man once suggested that the better question is: "Who's Am I?" Our identity is tied up in our relationships to our ancestors, heritage, family, nature and surroundings. All these exist somehow, by God's providence, and so my identity is ultimately found in Him.
Acts 17:28 "For in Him we live and move and have our being."

I AM



In the 17th century AD, the philosopher René Descartes said " I think, therefore I am."

Sometime around the 15th Century BC, God Almighty is quoted as simply saying " I AM"

Most of us accept that we exist, and that there must be a God who allows us to do so.
The question is: How do we coexist? Man with man, and man with God.
We seem to have trouble with that one.