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Friday, 30 January 2009

  • Chinese food gone bad

    Friends, Romans, countrymen, allow me to present to you....a post on my xanga. It has been quite a while since I have posted anything; too long for my liking.

    At the moment I am curled up on my living room sofa in pain. My sister, Emily, is moaning in the kitchen. I have a fierce stomach nausea, and Emily, a headache. Why? Quite simply, we made the mistake of eating a wee bit of questionable Chinese food. Not a pleasant experience. Maybe it wasn't all bad...maybe it was just the miscellaneous pieces of cooked celery that made us feel bad. Or maybe it was the pieces of meat....we think it was chicken. Now you may be thinking that I wrote this post to tell you how bad I feel, and also how much I NEED your sympathy (and, of course, a bailout from the government). You're wrong. I'm writing draw a parallel.

    In our present economic crises we all may be facing stiff times ahead, and I think there are some good lessons to learn from my chinese food experience. Instead of approaching these trials with a frown, we should look to them as an opportunity to grow and be stretched. Keep in mind that it won't last forever (I'm hoping that my chinese food doesn't). Remember that there are always things in every trial that can be laughed at. Emily and I are doubled over laughing at our desperate plights. Don't rely on the government, it will be too late if it does get here at all. And last of all, look to God for your source of strength. He is the cure for economies and upset stomachs.

Sunday, 16 November 2008

  • Hope for America

    Note: This is the same version I posted on Facebook.
    Since last Tuesday’s election results, it has been tempting to grow despondent. We possibly witnessed the election of America’s most liberal president. Democrats made massive gains in Congress. Abortionists are swarming into positions of power. If Obama gets his way, the next few Supreme Court justices won’t be conservative in the least. We have hate crime legislation and gun control like never before to look forward to. Things in some ways appear grim. Regardless, after reflecting on the election, I believe that there are many good reasons to be positive, even excited, about what happened surrounding the election. Here are a few I came up with off the top of my head. I’m sure you can think of more:

    1. In the days leading up to the election, we saw Christians on their knees like we have not seen in years. Special prayer gatherings were held across the nation, some filling entire stadiums. Christians were on their knees repenting and crying out to God. Personally, my church had a special prayer service specifically for the election. Even though we didn’t receive what we thought was best, God heard America’s prayers, and if Christians will continue to repent and pray, God promises He will heal our land.

    2. Sarah Palin didn’t become VP. However, she did exemplify something which will have an impact long after this election’s excitement subsides. Sarah Palin’s decision not to abort her son Trig even though she knew he had Down’s Syndrome, has demonstrated to thousands, even millions of women, the beauty of choosing life. No amount of advertising from the pro-life movement could have positively affect so many people as Sarah’s obvious love and devotion for her son.

    3. During the election, voters once again resoundingly voted in favor of traditional marriage, giving a clear signal that while the media and politicians may declare that homosexuality is acceptable, main stream America doesn’t agree. Now, thirty states (including this election’s miraculous victory in California) have amended their constitutions to define marriage as between one man and one woman. [Just a side thought, do you remember the California Supreme Court decision that overruled the pro-marriage referendum and caused the whole thing? Had the court not overturned that statute, Christians would not have been motivated to pass the constitutional amendment defining marriage in California, and California would have been in serious trouble when Obama’s policies began hitting the books. God is indeed sovereign, and what may have looked like a curse was actually a blessing in disguise.]

    4. Admittedly, the Republican Party is in shambles right now. That may be good. It was getting hard to tell the difference between a Democratic and Republican Senator anyway. Now, the Republican party has a chance to reorganize and reinvent itself. Hopefully, the battle lines will be much clearer next election!

    5. As Conservatives, we learned who our friends are…and aren’t. Some of the revelations were shocking. People such as Colin Powell showed their true colors and changed parties. I even had friends who cast their ballot against everything they knew was right. But we also saw groups such as the Mormons, not considered traditional friends of evangelical Christians, playing enormous roles in getting pro-marriage amendments passed. Valuable lessons learned.

    6. Hillary didn’t win! (There is justice in this world.)

    7. America stayed out of World War II until we were attacked at Pearl Harbor. It took a direct assault to get us involved. Christians in America have been in a spineless stupor. God may use Obama and his cohorts to finally wake us up and help us realize “there’s a war out there!” Now that would be a blessing, albeit in unattractive packaging.

    8. Theodore Roosevelt once said, “Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.” Nobody cares when 5000 defeating 100. But when 100 defeat 5000, history never forgets. Soon, or maybe years from now, we may be confronted by difficult days, but we may also be presented with a unique opportunity gifted to few generations: overwhelming odds. At the Alamo, 182 hopelessly outnumbered patriots cut out for themselves a swath of glory that still stirs the most despondent heart. Now granted, things aren’t all that bad…yet. Regardless, we to may be granted the opportunity to stand our ground and tell our enemies, “Come and take it.” There is no greater privilege than being allowed to stand and fight when the odds are long. During the darkest hours of World War II, Winston Churchill gave one of histories most stirring speeches. Europe had been swallowed whole by the Nazi blitzkrieg. The Allied army defending France had been crushed, narrowly escaping annihilation. Paris had fallen, and on June 18, 1940, the last glimmer of light was extinguished when France surrendered. On that day, Winston Churchill addressed the House of Commons and related the disastrous turn of events. “What General Weygand called the Battle of France is over. I expect that the Battle of Britain is about to begin. Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilization. Upon it depends our own British life, and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us.” He closed his address with one of history’s most legendary challenges, “Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour'.” No matter what happens, may we also so resolve.


    God Bless America,
    Ben Nicholson

    P.S. Any thoughts? Additional points?

Sunday, 28 September 2008

  • Saving the cat

    This struck me as pretty funny…after it was all over.

     

    Last Monday evening it had poured down rain the hardest I’ve seen in a long time. About 11:00 p.m., it temporarily stopped. I was all ready for bed and decided to walk around barefoot in the wet grass and enjoy the cool weather for a minute. It was great. The damp breeze and cold, soggy grass felt magnificent. After walking around for a minute, I headed back to the house all primed for a good night’s sleep…..then I heard it above me meowing. The cat was stuck on the roof!

     

    My first response was “if it can get up by itself, it can get down by itself.” I knew how it got up there. My dad and I had built a wooden trellis that stood about eight feet high and close to the roof. The cat must have climbed the trellis and somehow jumped up on the roof from there. I have somewhat of a merciful streak, so, for the sake of my sisters (who were sound asleep somewhere far away) and the cat’s kittens, I decided to get her down.

     

    I climbed up using a sort of ladder, but every time I tried to pick her up, she’d whack me with her paw and swear at me! Ungrateful blackard! Feeling “very” appreciated I decided that I would get her down whether she liked it or not. (“You will not talk to me like that young lady!”)

     

    I coaxed her around to the wooden trellis. She wouldn’t jump back on it and come down like a sensible cat. So what was I going to do? By this time I was pretty damp from being out that long in the misty weather. I decided a little more wouldn’t hurt so I climbed up on the trellis (not as easy as it sounds) which was very slippery and covered with saturated rose-bush vines. Even from the trellis I couldn’t get that cat to jump. In desparation I lunged trying to grab. She clawed me, and I let go. Thanks, cat!

     

    I decided I would make my final desparate move. I jumped up on the roof. Picture this: At 11:20 p.m. I’m in my t-shirt and sleeping shorts (which are wet and very muddy by now from climbing on the trellis) running around barefoot in the dark on a slippery roof trying to chase down a cat who doesn’t want to be caught! I finally coaxed the cat to me. I quickly grabbed her hoping to avoid her flailing claw and tossed (ok, threw) her onto the trellis. I climbed down, my pajamas slightly worse for the wear. The cat knew how to get down from off the trellis so she scampered off without a single word of gratitude.

     

    Next day she was as sweet as could be. You just never know with cats.

Monday, 11 August 2008

  • How do you run?

    The Olympic games, the epic struggle for fame, glory, and gold, have always fascinated the world. When an athlete, after years and years of constant, grueling training, “runs his course” and conquers, we thrill with him as he mounts the podium and receives his gold medal.  All the glory of the moment, the emotions of triumph, the beauty of talent justly rewarded – it’s truely thrilling.

     

    There’s a reason we feel that way. We also are in a race, running for a prize. It’s different, but the same.

     

    “Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? And every man that striveth for mastery is temperate in all things.”

     

     “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

     

    “Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown, but we an incorruptible.”

     

    “So run, that ye may obtain.”

     

    How do you run?

     

     

     

    Quotes from I Cor. 9:24-25, Heb. 12:1-2

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