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December 30, 2006

Bumper Sticker.

Just got back from lunch with family and, through the window near our table, I saw another bumper sticker I'd never seen before.

If God hadn't made homosexuals there wouldn't be any.

On the one hand I find this a shaky statement as an argument -- you could just as easily say if God hadn't made alcoholics or murderers or pedophiles, etc., etc. And I'm not equating any of those things by the way, just saying you could justify any and all behavior with that statement.

On the other hand, what a terrible place to be in if you really thought God had made you a certain way and yet there were societal, religious and personal pressures saying you were somehow made wrong. I mean, I have certain sins that beset me, but I don't say God made me that way so I should indulge...rather I say those are my particular burdens to bear and overcome with God's help.

I'm pretty sure I spoke to this in a post awhile back, but it is my belief through some different reading I've done that homosexuality has not been proven to be 100% genetic. However, even if it was proven at some future point, that wouldn't change my belief that it is something to be overcome, just as a genetic predisposition to alcoholism or violent tendencies or other things that have genetic evidence backing them up.

Payback.

Under the category of what goes around comes around...I read a funny article in the paper today. I couldn't find it on the Idaho Statesman website, but here's a link to the same article quoted elsewhere. Basically, it talks about fears of celebrities where HDTV is concerned. All their wrinkles and etc. brought to high definition life on the 52-inch screen of someone's home theater. :p

I have to admit, I'm one of those that occasionally snickers when I see an especially bad picture of a celebrity as I'm walking through the grocery checkout stand. They spend so much time and money making sure we only see them at their best and most radiant -- it's just kind of nice to know they sometimes look like crap when they go to the grocery store at 10 o'clock at night for a bottle of milk. ;)

Bumper Sticker.

Over the past couple months of traveling I've seen some fascinating bumper stickers and car art. I'd be interested to know where this phenomenon came from -- slapping our cars with our feelings and beliefs! My favorite bumper sticker, though profane, still remains one I saw years ago "Romeo, Romeo, Where the Hell Art Thou?" :p

Yesterday I saw a sticker that made me really sad. It said "Jesus, protect me from your followers." I wondered how this person had been hurt by one or more of my brothers and sisters. Heck, I didn't look to closely in the window, so it might have even been me who did that to her. On the long list of things I don't understand about God's ways is that He uses us -- hypocritical, mean and small -- to represent Him here on earth. God help us to do it better.

December 29, 2006

Justice.

If I've done my figuring correctly, Saddam Hussein is hanging right now. May God have mercy on his soul.

The Nativity Story

Just got back from a big Friday night date -- watching The Nativity Story and going to Fuddruckers with my parentals. We used to go to a Fuddruckers in Portland years and years ago and I have to say it hasn't aged well in my memory. Good burgers, don't get me wrong, but over $10 for burger, fries and shake is a bit much.

But the movie...wow! It was just wonderful. I don't know how many of you had the same reaction I did to The Passion, but when that first scene opened it brought tears to my eyes because it was so beautifully filmed and I thought finally we have a quote-unquote Christian movie that is done to full Hollywood potential. I can't say I enjoyed much else in The Passion -- it was too excruciating to watch -- but I had that same sense of joy throughout the entire movie tonight.

So many things I liked -- a couple of them new ways of looking at the story I'd never thought of. It was so moving to me when Elizabeth turned around to greet a very anxious Mary and started speaking verses I've read over and over. Overall, it was just really, really well done imho and a beautiful counterpoint to the other garbage masquerading as Christmas movies.

December 28, 2006

Lessons from Little House

Most of the glasses were dirty so I had to rummage through my parent's cupboard in search of a cup with which to take my Airborne. Some might say taking Airborne at this point is like closing the barn door after the animals have escaped, but I'll try anything after several days of head cold.

What I found was an old, blue tin cup. We used to use it when we went camping and it reminded me of an episode of Little House on the Prairie I saw recently. I only caught the last couple minutes of it, but Mr. Edwards was struggling through a blizzard to make it to the Ingalls' home on Christmas Eve. He finally arrived, and as he sat in front of the fire thawing out, he told the girls he'd run into Santa and agreed to pass along their presents since Santa might have trouble getting over the swollen river since he had so many other places to go.

Laura and Mary were thrilled when Mr. Edwards passed them their new Sony PlayStation 3's...not! :) They each got a tin cup, and they were effusively thankful. I remember thinking WOW when Laura said how cool it was that they wouldn't have to share a cup anymore. Obviously she didn't say cool, but that would be the modern translation. I wonder what kids will be thinking is cool twenty years from now.

The Flu and other Tales of Christmas.

I wonder if the CDC has ever done a statistical study regarding the relationship between Christmas and the prevalence of flu. Grandma's house was an incubator for a couple different types. Luckily, I only caught the "head weighs 1,000 pounds" variety -- in my opinion much preferable to the "spend the night in the bathroom" variety.

We were playing cancellation hearts one day when we heard we were about to receive envoys from the "night in the bathroom" house so we all quickly created face masks out of towels, napkins and the like. Grandma actually had a mask she'd bought for spraying insecticide, but the rest of us looked pretty silly -- which, to be fair, is what we were going for. The Kerby family motto is anything for a laugh. Although, now that I think about it, that is the default motto after the original and still going strong second place is the first loser. ;)

I could tell you a few stories of what a Kerby will do for laughs, but I did have a serious topic to write about today. It's not news to anyone who knows me that I have a pretty high opinion of my parents. They made a few mistakes when I was growing up -- namely giving my brother a way easier time of it after I, the first-born, had plowed the way. <jokes>

They have some habits that really irritate me -- mostly the ones that I unfortunately inherited from them and don't like about myself. ;) But on the whole, they're pretty much awesome. I'm not writing them a tribute or anything, just trying to explain what I felt when Mom surprised us by reciting from memory the Christmas story in Matthew. She skipped the opening geneology, but from there on out recited almost perfectly and said she was planning to try to memorize all of Matthew. I was actually awed.

You see, early on in my adult life I realized that aspiring to be like Christ was, for me, a losing proposition. He is perfect after all, and though the Bible gives us a pretty good character sketch, it doesn't show Him deciding whether to tithe 10% from gross or net income or dealing with a situation at work that has no absolutely right or wrong option. However, mere mortals like my parents could be observed as they struggled on, trying to live rightly in this fallen world. I could watch my best friend to see how to be a better servant, or my grandma to show me how to be more gracious.

Bottom line, I strive to be like people I admire, but watching my Mom recite the Christmas story reminded me that they are striving also. Maybe sometimes it feels like slogging through knee-high mud with a 100-pound pack on our backs...but one day we will arrive at that destination we only see infrequent glimpses of now. One day our striving will be over.

December 21, 2006

Let it Snow!

Just got back from running some errands and my wish has been granted -- snow and more snow! Although, it's now slicker than snot as my dad would say. ;) I slid several times going slowly around corners, but nothing too bad. I'm sure glad I don't have to be driving in this for rush hour traffic!

If you want a laugh you can look here to read about the latest poor 5-year-old written up for sexual harassment. Further down in the article it cites a poor 4-year-old. I can't conceive of a child at that age understanding anything about the adult idea of sexual harassment. Poor kid. At least the charges don't follow him to middle school, although I imagine the rumor mill will.

December 20, 2006

Ahmadinejad

How in the world have we let this man get as much power and international acclaim as he has? The man is a self-proclaimed believer in the fact that he is supposed to bring about Armageddon. Oh sure, let's impose some economic sanctions, that'll take care of the fact that he's desperately trying for the Bomb...

"Today, it is the United States, Britain and the Zionist regime which are doomed to disappear as they have moved far away from the teachings of God," he said in a speech in the western town of Javanroud.

Read more here.

Rice Krispies.

Dad and I just returned from picking up my brother and sister-in-law at the airport. On the way we dropped off Bertha at the repair shop to have the door rebuilt. When driving home from Vegas a couple weeks ago I looked back and saw the top of the door flapping in the wind...hopefully this will solve that little inconvenience. :)

Something about picking up family at the airport has finally made it seem like Christmas. I guess it has something to do with the deep-seated emotion of family tradition -- doesn't seem quite real until everyone is home. And now that they made it in, I can hope wholeheartedly for a big snow storm tonight! Of course everyone is now napping and I'm racking my brain for a cheerful podcasting topic for today's episode. I just finished making a triple batch of rice krispies. I tell you what, if someone invented a device that made it so not everything in the kitchen ended up covered in sticky marshmallows -- that person would have my gratitude. ;)

December 18, 2006

Still Shopping?

What could be finer than a personally autographed book from an up-and-coming author? ;) I'll give you a great deal up to Christmas -- free priority mail shipping on any books you order by Wednesday. You can contact me by e-mail if you want to arrange an order.

In From the Cold.

The propane ran out Saturday night. When I woke up it was 25 degrees inside Bertha and Cali's water dish had frozen solid...so last night we moved into my brother's old room. My room, in the tradition of all empty-nesters, has become something else entirely. ;)

Interesting survey done in the UK -- kids said the best things in the world are 1) being a celebrity, 2) good looks, 3) being rich. "God/heaven" squeaked into the top 10, but just barely.

December 15, 2006

Jolly Holly Christmas.

I signed off last night in perfect ignorance to the firestorm of fury I'd be directing toward a certain BG this morning when my computer restarted from a Windows security update like I had just taken it out of the box. After quite a bit of searching I found all my files are technically intact, they're just in a completely different location. All my settings are wiped out, I have to reconfigure every program I use and an hour later it's still not back to normal. Coincidentally, just yesterday I was looking with covetousness in my heart at the new MacBook Pro and the Apple store. If I won a $2,100 lottery this afternoon I would set fire to this laptop. Although I should clarify, Dell has been wonderful to me. The only thing I fault them for is using such a creppy operating system.

December 14, 2006

Crack Me Up!

This is just too funny -- a group of Christmas carolers was asked to stop singing at an ice skating rink in California because Jewish skater Sasha Cohen might be offended. I could get really bothered over this and start wondering what must the world think of us when we put up with this nonsense...but I'm just going to laugh it off.

The Season of Giving.

Someone forwarded me this article about giving myths. The liberal care much more about the poor than those stingy conservatives, right?

"You find that people who believe it's the government's job to make incomes more equal, are far less likely to give their money away," Brooks says. In fact, people who disagree with the statement, "The government has a basic responsibility to take care of the people who can't take care of themselves," are 27 percent more likely to give to charity.

Here's my favorite part of the article -- a little tiny light shining:

Religious people are more likely to give to charity, and when they give, they give more money: four times as much. And Arthur Brooks told me that giving goes beyond their own religious organization:

"Actually, the truth is that they're giving to more than their churches," he says. "The religious Americans are more likely to give to every kind of cause and charity, including explicitly non-religious charities."

This makes me feel as good as an article I read that said those horribly depressing surveys showing that those who call themselves Christian have the same percentage of divorce rate, teenage pregnancy, etc., etc. as the country as a whole are not an accurate representation. If you put in any caveats such as "attends church once a week" or "reads Bible once a week" as a so-called religious test, the numbers start skewing a lot different.

December 13, 2006

Author Bio: Indonesia

In the summer of 1995 I went along with a group from my church to Irian Jaya, Indonesia. We began in Sentani at the MAF base there, then split up in several different directions. One night my family had dinner with an MAF pilot who spent the night regaling us with stories of how the local airline had lost over half their planes in crashes. Of course I was thrilled when I waved to my parents and brother as they got on one of that airline's planes the next morning...

I ended up in Mulia, which those of you who've read my book might recognize. We flew for hours over green jungle, then made an abrupt turn to land on a seriously tilted airstrip. Taking off was much worse since you went barreling down the hill and jumped right before a huge cliff.

I was there to help take care of a 2-year-old while the missionary mother was having her second baby. As it turned out, another missionary was there having a baby at the same time and I was getting a tour of the clinic when she went into very quick labor. It was so quick that I was sent to bring the "trolley" from the delivery room. I'd run halfway down the hall before I realized I didn't know what a trolley was. ;) I ended up holding a flashlight over the pertinent area for almost an hour and got a serious education!

One of the other interesting things I did in Mulia was spend the night in a hut in celebration of my 21st birthday. It was the women and children hut and you had to get on your knees to get in the door. Inside we sat on a bed of straw around a smoky fire, from the ashes of which they pulled our sweet potato dinner. We also got a bowl of greens that made me gag with the first bite -- luckily the gal I was with was able to knock them back so we switched bowls in the dark and I continued to gnaw on my potato.

That was one of the longest nights of my life. I laid awake for 8 hours, counted almost minute by minute on my watch. I was really sick and had to get up a couple times and stumble around with a flashlight looking for the appropriate hole in the ground. There was also a rat or something scratching in the hay at my head that gave me the willies. :)

Battle Cry

I stayed up way too late last night finishing the book I've been working on this week -- Battle Cry by Leon Uris. I think I can say that it is one of the best books about World War II I've ever read. Unfortunately, I have to give a warning that the language is pretty atrocious -- but it's not gratuitous, if that makes sense. For some reason, it makes a difference to me if the language is there because, for instance, that's the way Marines in WWII talked to each other, as opposed to f-this and f-that thrown in just to make a novel or movie more edgy.

The book followed a group of recruits from their decision to join up, through boot camp, and the three main campaigns they fought in: Guadalcanal, Tarawa, and a third hideous island that I'd never heard of and can't remember the name of since I don't have the book with me.

It wasn't about history so much as culture. For instance, Flags of our Fathers by James Bradley is a great description of Iwo Jima and the events surrounding that most famous picture. Flyboys, by the same author, is an absolutely fantastic explanation of the roots of WWII and the Japanese samarai culture. It will make you sick to your stomach if you're anything like me, but I think it should be required reading in America.

But back to Battle Cry. Like I said, it included history obviously, but was more about explaining the distinct Marine culture -- how these men loved each other like brothers and why they would do the enormously heroic things they would do to protect one another. It was amazing, actually. I got a spiritual application from it, but I'm going to use it for today's podcast episode so you'll have to pop over there to listen if you want to know more. ;)

December 12, 2006

What Man Intends for Evil.

Reading another blog, I was alerted to a post on crooksandliars that writes they are horrified by a group called Christian Embassy who minister to politicians and political appointees on the Hill. They're trying to get the word out about these horrible folks who put God ahead of country. I actually found the video very encouraging. It's 12 minutes long, but if you have the time and are interested in seeing that there are a few Christians struggling to find their way in D.C., you can take a look at this entry for a different opinion on the subject, then link to the video from there. Warning: there is some profanity if you follow this link (not on the video obv.).

Better Words.

I have to say, now that I'm on my self-imposed no bad news kick til Christmas...I have trouble finding things to post about news-wise. I completed my tour-de-internet this morning and just found more and more bad/sad/chilling news articles. So...I'm going to revert to printing the best news out there.

Don't you know that when you offer yourselves to someone to obey him as slaves, you are slaves to the one whom you obey—whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness? But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness. Romans 6:16-18

December 11, 2006

Active Christian Media Book Review

As I mentioned a couple weeks ago, I...or rather, my sneaky and supportive brother went behind my back and...hired an internet advertising company to do a little blog advertising for the book. The first review has been turned in and can be viewed here.

Podcast: The Toilet Demon.

FYI, for those of you who haven't checked out the podcast yet -- today's episode relates a story my parents told me upon returning from Senegal Saturday night. I think you might find it interesting.

USMC

I may have been reading too many books about the Marines in too a short time. A couple weeks ago I finished Making the Corps; now I'm halfway through Battle Cry by Leon Uris. Subsequently, two nights ago I dreamed I was in boot camp, not doing very well. ;)

Though I'm only halfway thru, Battle Cry reaffirms why Leon Uris is one of my favorite authors. He's not writing Christian fiction, so I can't recommend it without a PG-13 rating, but he is so good at well-researched history wrapped in a great story. I nearly fell out of bed laughing last night at one scene, even though I know that the boys are just getting ready to go into some horrific battles after half the book has explained the preparation.

December 09, 2006

Ho Ho Ho.

I've just finished wrapping a bunch of presents while listening to Christmas music and have suddenly kicked into the Christmas spirit. It took me a lot longer this year than it usually does. Might have had something to do with the fact that I didn't have to pull out my 20 plus pairs of Christmas socks to start wearing to work...or maybe because I haven't spent much time in stores so I haven't heard the Christmas muzak since the day after Halloween. Regardless, I'm there now!

Towhit, I've decided to impose a moratorium on this blog regarding grim political and/or opinion articles until after Christmas. I'm saving those I feel like commenting on, but I'll try not to blast you with them all the day after Christmas! ;)

December 08, 2006

Bookstores.

I've just been out doing a little last minute Christmas shopping. Costco was not the madhouse I expected, although it was busier than normal. But what to my wandering eyes did appear when I went to the outlet mall? The Book Warehouse was going out of business -- all hardcovers $4 and paperbacks $2. I tell you what, if Barnes and Noble ever had a sale like that you would have to back a truck up to receive my purchases. As it was, at this funeral home of old, broken down books I was able to find eight that looked promising (or at least, 2 buck promising). Not very Christmasy to buy things for myself, but I managed to find a few other gifts. ;)

December 07, 2006

Will Gay Marriage Lead to Polygamy?

Very interesting post today on a blog I read regularly, speaking to the idea that opening up the definition of marriage could have broad implications.

Episode 7: Movies

I just uploaded today's episode of A Line in the Sand which is about how I personally struggle with the immorality of Hollywood. Since I'm currently wrestling with the issue I wanted to make a space here where people could comment if they wanted to. So...comment away. ;)

December 06, 2006

Author Bio: The All Night Train

When I was 19 I went on my first short term mission project to the Ukraine. It was the summer after my second year at Multnomah, so I pretty much knew everything. <jokes>

I could easily write a couple pages about that trip but I'll restrain myself and just speak to the adventure on the train. We were in Kiev for, I think, four weeks before we took an all-night train to Harkov. The way there was an adventure in itself in that I had to use the restroom facilities while underway. After four weeks I was used to the, shall we say, splendid variety of options available in that department. I'd seen the hole in the ground and the ceramic hole in the ground and the metal hole in the ground...and the occasional lovely pot with seat that I was so fond of from my homeland. The train had one of those lovely pots but I'm pretty sure it hadn't seen a scrub brush since the fall of the Soviet Union. I kid you not, that image is burned into my mind as one of the top 5 grossest things I've ever seen. You couldn't even stand near it, that's how bad it was. Finally I decided to stand on top of it and the swaying of the train was enormously unhelpful.

Therefore, on the ride back to Kiev I very purposely didn't drink anything, but I did walk thru about five cars to visit our other cabin of folks before getting into bed. Unfortunately I didn't realize they locked the first class cabin doors once underway. We weren't in first class, of course, but I had walked through it from my cabin to the other. So there I was, in my pajamas which luckily were very respectable shorts and t-shirt, with no way to get back to my cabin or let them know I hadn't been kicked off the train. We stopped at one point and I thought of making a dash out the door, up five cars, then back onto mine -- luckily the gal with me put the kabosh on that idea. It was dark, I was ID-less and in my aforementioned pj's. She was one smart gal. ;)

Suffice it to say I spent the night sitting upright on the edge of someone else's bunk with their feet in my lap and in the morning had to make a mad dash through the crowd of disembarking passengers to find my clothes and bag.

The Mouse, part 2

Ok, I let Cali loose in the garage for an hour yesterday. I have no idea what the outcome was but I didn't find any unidentifiable rodent bits laying on the floor. ;) Thanks for all the advice -- I think I might also run down and get a couple traps.

I had a bit of dog trouble last night as well. All of a sudden I heard some major whining coming from the back yard -- went out and found the dog had fallen into the window well. No injuries or anything, but it's about 4 feet and he couldn't get out. I had to crawl down in there in the dark with all kinds of grody bits clinging to my pajamas and push his big dumb carcass out.

December 05, 2006

A Mouse in the House!

Ok, not technically...it was in the garage. When I arrived unexpectedly early for Christmas, I inherited care and feeding of my dad's dog since my parents are out of the country. He's a good sort of dog. Big collie, jumps all over everyone with his muddy paws, trips you when you're walking because of his insistence that he stick his nose and feet at your ankles. But I digress.

It's been in the teens at night so I bring him into the garage where his little cottage with heater awaits. Sadly, there have been signs of mice in the area. I won't go into details, but it involves the byproduct of stealing dogfood...

Last night I saw what I could swear was a mouse running into the garage from the outside. I went over with my flashlight (because of course the light has burned out and I haven't replaced it yet) and spied a mouse in the bottom of a small trash can. It was laying flat with it's beady little eyes reflecting in the light. I thought it was just trying to play dead so I would move on. It was not. The cold must have got to it.

So now I'm in the throes of a moral dilemma. Do I allow my cat a few solitary hours in the garage to do her thing, or do I allow the little mice to live and keep eating dogfood and keep leaving "byproduct" all over the place? I have a feeling I know what my parents would say, but I just can't bring myself to let Cali go all huntress on me, then come back after the kill and want to lick my hand and sleep on the corner of my bed. It kinda creeps me out.

December 04, 2006

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What if we're wrong.

Someone sent me this USA Today opinion piece a couple weeks ago and I've been mulling over talking about it ever since. The title "When religion loses its credibility" refers to the author's insistence that the church needs to accept homosexuality because it is genetic --> therefore the person has no choice --> therefore there is no moral culpability. He suggests the Church will soon need to issue a statement along these lines:

Correction: Despite what you might have read, heard or been taught throughout your churchgoing life, homosexuality is, in fact, determined at birth and is not to be condemned by God's followers. 

He gave his opinion. Here is mine.

The author continues that the Church is in trouble if it continues its:

...pattern of discrimination against gays and lesbians in the face of mounting scientific evidence that sexual orientation has little or nothing to do with choice. To the contrary, whether sexual orientation arises as a result of the mother's hormones or the child's brain structure or DNA, it is almost certainly an accident of birth. The point is this: Without choice, there can be no moral culpability.

I disagree with the premise that calling something a sin is discrimination. There is no organization that I know of called GLAD (Gossips and Liars Against Defamation). I've never heard of a Murderers Pride Parade or a Protection of Disobedient Children Act being considered in Congress. My point is, Christians point to the Bible to say that x, y and z is sin and we try to live by that. Not rules or legalism, but trying to live with a Biblical worldview. And we all break them all the time -- but it doesn't stop us from trying. Cherry-picking or "selective enforcement" as the author calls it seems to me to be happening on the other side -- picking homosexuality as the sin that is being discriminated against rather than calling for an end to discrimination against all sin, if that's truly what calling a sin a sin amounts to.

As to the genetic argument, I disagree in more ways than one. However, I'm not going to bother with the studies I've read that refute his premise. Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that a "smoking gun" was found -- a specific gay gene. I'd like to know what that would prove in a moral discussion.

There are mounds of evidence that a genetic predisposition to alcoholism exists. If we were to follow that to a similar conclusion, we should be giving special rights to alcoholics. Perhaps separate sentences for DUI's -- a longer sentence if you're not an alcoholic, a pat on the back if you are. There have been studies that suggest criminal behavior is also a genetic predisposition. What about a study that says testosterone is a leading cause of divorce?

The author says, "Without choice, there can be no moral culpability." If that statement is true, we are in a world of hurt.

Speaking of selective enforcement, the author says:

A better reading of Scripture starts with the book of Genesis and the grand pronouncement about the world God created and all those who dwelled in it. "And, the Lord saw that it was good." If God created us and if everything he created is good, how can a gay person be guilty of being anything more than what God created him or her to be?

Ok, so we have to follow this to its logical conclusion. AIDS is good. Cancer is good. War and incest and rape and murder is good -- because God created the person who perpetrated it. That is taking the word "good" and giving it a meaning not many would agree with.

The last quote I'd like to respond to is this:

So, I ask you. Would you want to be discriminated against? Would you want to lose your job, housing or benefits because of something over which you had no control? Better yet, would you like it if society told you that you couldn't visit your lifelong partner in the hospital or file a claim on his behalf if he were murdered?

I'd like to reference again the alcoholic. Genetically predisposed, given no "choice" other than to give in to his programming. Do we give this person a pass? Do we say it's ok, you may have killed that family when you were driving drunk, but you had no "choice." Actually, we don't.

A genetic predisposition, a homosexual gene, does not release a person from moral culpability. They have as much responsibility for their actions as the person who is genetically predisposed to disobey their parents at age 16. If calling a sin a sin is discrimination, homosexuals shouldn't be discriminated against any more than any other sin -- but until the government starts making laws that favor the alcoholic, liar, gossip and covetous neighbor, we shouldn't be creating special rights for them.

The reasons we have homosexual pride organizations, political action committees and high school clubs when we have no corresponding groups for pro-drunks, pro-liars or pro-gossips are varied and deserving of an entirely separate response. Bottom line, there are at least two things wrong with this article. First, the idea that the Church tries to live by and point out Biblical morality only until science proves them wrong and when science finds the gay gene holy grail the Church will have to apologize. Second, that the discovery of a gay gene makes a moral difference.

December 02, 2006

Three

Last week I read Ted Dekker's Three and it was one heck of a thriller. In fact, I stayed up til 4 in the morning finishing it because I just couldn't stand not knowing what was really going on. And contrary to most of the books I've read -- the ending was an actual jaw-dropper that I literally had to re-read to make sure I'd understood correctly. I would highly recommend it. Unfortunately I can't even talk about what was so amazing to me because it kind of gives the plot away, but if any of you decide to read it let me know so we can talk about it. :)

It's quite a bit different from my other faves of Dekker's, the Circle Trilogy (Black, Red and White) which are the best Christian fantasy books I've read since C.S. Lewis. They follow a man in our "reality" who falls asleep and wakes in another "reality" that is in the throes of it's own sin-redemption timeline. Every time he falls asleep in one world he wakes up in the other, and soon events in each start to coincide. In my opinion, the Circle Trilogy books rank right up there with the last Star Wars entry as some of the best metaphors about various aspects of Christianity in current media.

December 01, 2006

A Line in the Sand.

My new podcast launches today. If you'd like to hear what it's all about, click the ad on the right.

Author Bio: First International Flight

Since I'm not traveling in December, other than a Christmas visit to grandma's house in Weiser, I thought I'd tell you the expanded version of the things listed in my author bio. That is, the bio I submitted that the publisher cut the heck out of. :) It was:

Jodi Cowles caught the travel bug when her parents took her on her first international flight at six months of age. Since then she’s been in over 30 countries. Along the way she’s gotten locked out of her cabin on an all night train to Kiev, helped deliver a baby in Indonesia, taught English in South Korea, gone spelunking in Guam, hiked the Golan Heights and laid bricks in Zimbabwe. Her interest in politics stems from hunting Easter eggs on the south lawn of the White House as a child. For her 30th birthday she ran the LA Marathon and promised to get serious about publishing. Jodi resides in Boise, Idaho and this is her first novel.

My mom was an army nurse when I was born at Ft. Bragg in North Carolina. She was one of the first, if not the first, to get pregnant and want to stay in the army. It was very common for women in that time to join up and have the Army pay for school, then get pregnant right after graduation. This gave them an early release without having to pay back their time. My mom was an anomoly -- she wanted to stay. In fact, she had to make her own maternity uniform by sewing pieces of two uniforms together!

A few months after I was born mom got shipped to Germany and had to leave me with my dad, but not long after we joined her there. My brother was born in Germany and my first memory is of my parents stopping on the steps of the hospital to let me hold him -- I hadn't been allowed to hold him inside the hospital due to some regulation or other.

Unfortunately I don't remember anything else about Germany, even though we lived there a little over two years. It's aggravated me to no end that I don't remember anything about my mom's whole family coming over for a month and touring all over Europe in an old VW bus my dad purchased for the occasion. I don't remember the Porsche my parents bought that my mom used to whip around the country on her public health assignments. It was a two-seater so they used a belt to strap me in between them while they drove the Autobahn. One of my favorite stories, though I don't remember it either, is of my mom at the commissary. Her job at the time was to teach parenting classes and when I threw a tantrum and lay screaming on the floor she went into the next aisle so no one would recognize her! :p