So...that's an old song from my childhood: Bullfrogs and Butterflies have both been born again...yeah, don't ask. Atleast I didn't have to listen to that annoying Charity Churchmouse :X
This morning I was listening to Morning Edition and they covered this story.
When caterpillars go into their chrysalis to become buterflies/moths, their entire body basically becomes mush (I believe the lady used "minestrone" to describe it) and then reforms as the new insect. After always associating butterflies with rebirth/new life in God through Christ, this kind of made me think...they become completely new...and yet.....
Research suggests that even though their brains get gooified with the rest of their bodies, they can still "remember" (bug style) things from their caterpillar days. Interesting...as our mind still remembers (in its human style) that old lifestyle it used to lead. And even more interesting: they tested this by applying negative receptors: shocks, poison-type gas. How much of our brain remembers old things which were negative which are now gone because of what Christ did for us?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Struggling with stories
I'm having a really hard time with this story thing - I usually end up somewhere between an ambiguous testimonial and rambling philosophy. I really like to write, but something about the pressure of sitting down and doing it has kept it from happening.
Here's part of a song I am working on though, that tells a little bit of my mental state, and maybe something of a story.
Lord I'm in need of some help now
For I just cannot go on
Doing these things that I hate now
Knowing right but always choosing wrong
The thing that I fear is not flesh and blood
But the hurt that I do to my friends
Your hands want to use me and oh, I am longing
Teach me to love you once again
Lord, save me from who I am
How I need your grace again
Here's part of a song I am working on though, that tells a little bit of my mental state, and maybe something of a story.
Lord I'm in need of some help now
For I just cannot go on
Doing these things that I hate now
Knowing right but always choosing wrong
The thing that I fear is not flesh and blood
But the hurt that I do to my friends
Your hands want to use me and oh, I am longing
Teach me to love you once again
Lord, save me from who I am
How I need your grace again
Pithy Stories
I've been pondering the idea of just having a smattering of "confessional" type stories...just a sentence or two. Hit reply and post any you think are cool.
Here's mine:
~There are some days when I feel more restored by a cup of coffee than anything else. Is that bad?
Here's mine:
~There are some days when I feel more restored by a cup of coffee than anything else. Is that bad?
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Benjamin's Blog
I have some stories.
I think one that I have experienced recently, not directly me, was seeing the transformation of my step-father after his business bankrupted. After our heated meeting yesterday, I was talking with Tim about how male comradery is restoring, and it made me think of Wild at Heart. My step dad liked the book. There...the dots are connected.
My step dad owned Wildflour Bagel Co. It went bankrupt for God knows why, but it really put him in a deep depression. The summer following the bankrupcy, he sought employment. When he wasn't seeking employment, he badgered us about Everything.
House isn't clean enough.
Chores aren't being done right.
The boys are too wimpy.
Etc.
My brothers and I found ourselves swimming and going to the library constantly, mainly to avoid him.
Anyways, he wasn't in a good spot. But with the help of finding a job and being successful at it, along with love from us and my mom, he is gradually becoming a happier dude.
So I know this is a prelim' story, but I think that it may be a valid inclusion.
Tag, your're it.
I think one that I have experienced recently, not directly me, was seeing the transformation of my step-father after his business bankrupted. After our heated meeting yesterday, I was talking with Tim about how male comradery is restoring, and it made me think of Wild at Heart. My step dad liked the book. There...the dots are connected.
My step dad owned Wildflour Bagel Co. It went bankrupt for God knows why, but it really put him in a deep depression. The summer following the bankrupcy, he sought employment. When he wasn't seeking employment, he badgered us about Everything.
House isn't clean enough.
Chores aren't being done right.
The boys are too wimpy.
Etc.
My brothers and I found ourselves swimming and going to the library constantly, mainly to avoid him.
Anyways, he wasn't in a good spot. But with the help of finding a job and being successful at it, along with love from us and my mom, he is gradually becoming a happier dude.
So I know this is a prelim' story, but I think that it may be a valid inclusion.
Tag, your're it.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Stories
Wow. I don't know why, but there seemed to be so much tension tonight. I really hate conflict. In my friendships and relationships I tend to avoid conflict as much as possible. However, somehow, working through conflict is what eventually makes a relationship stronger. I was thinking about two quick stories. The first has no restoration, but it leads into the second, which does.
1 - When I first moved to Greeley, I was a sophomore at UNC. I became friends with a girl named Moriah from my dance class. Really, she was my first friend here. She ended up moving in with me because of roommate troubles on her end. When the semester was over, we decided we were going to move into this cool old college house with a bunch of other kids from the Green party - most of whom were pot-heads. I only knew Moriah, but I could sense the environment would not be good. In December of that year, I became a Christian. The leader of the bible study that I had been going to, Jeff Cook, and his wife said that they had a room opening in their basement. At the last minute, I called Moriah and told her I would not be living with her. When she asked me why, I told her it was because I was now a Christian and I felt like I wanted to be in a place where I could discover what that meant. (By the way, Moriah considered herself atheist and was turned off by Christianity.) Really, what I was saying was that she was a bad influence on my new life. I did not explain it in a tactful way. That was the last time we ever spoke. Later, I wrote Moriah several letters apologizing, and trying to make up, but she never wrote back. I have no idea where she is now, or what happened to her.
2- Eventually, I moved into Kelly and Jeff's basement and I started to discover what it meant to be a real friend. Tim, Rob, Eric, Kelly, and all of them had been friends since college. At some point, they all just decided that they were family. And with family, you don't quit. They pulled me in and I became part of that tight community. I can't count how many times one or the other of us has hurt someone else's feeling or said something hurtful or been unfair. And yet we always work through it. It is hard, and sometimes you just want to quit. But it is always worth it.
1 - When I first moved to Greeley, I was a sophomore at UNC. I became friends with a girl named Moriah from my dance class. Really, she was my first friend here. She ended up moving in with me because of roommate troubles on her end. When the semester was over, we decided we were going to move into this cool old college house with a bunch of other kids from the Green party - most of whom were pot-heads. I only knew Moriah, but I could sense the environment would not be good. In December of that year, I became a Christian. The leader of the bible study that I had been going to, Jeff Cook, and his wife said that they had a room opening in their basement. At the last minute, I called Moriah and told her I would not be living with her. When she asked me why, I told her it was because I was now a Christian and I felt like I wanted to be in a place where I could discover what that meant. (By the way, Moriah considered herself atheist and was turned off by Christianity.) Really, what I was saying was that she was a bad influence on my new life. I did not explain it in a tactful way. That was the last time we ever spoke. Later, I wrote Moriah several letters apologizing, and trying to make up, but she never wrote back. I have no idea where she is now, or what happened to her.
2- Eventually, I moved into Kelly and Jeff's basement and I started to discover what it meant to be a real friend. Tim, Rob, Eric, Kelly, and all of them had been friends since college. At some point, they all just decided that they were family. And with family, you don't quit. They pulled me in and I became part of that tight community. I can't count how many times one or the other of us has hurt someone else's feeling or said something hurtful or been unfair. And yet we always work through it. It is hard, and sometimes you just want to quit. But it is always worth it.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Shipyard - Artist Community
So, this is a collective of artists who have built a community gallery thing by putting studios in these big metal shipping crates. They do a lot of mechanical/ kinetic/ electronic art.They've apparently had a lot of trouble staying in one place, because the city isn't sure how to zone them.
The pictures and website aren't all that descriptive, but I think the general idea is amazing.
www.theshipyard.org
Monday, March 3, 2008
Oy There Good Friday Folks!
If you would, please post your station ideas here, so we've got them all in one place? I'm sure we'll have some time to chat about them on Wednesday as well.
If you're needing some brainstorming time, please let me know! I can certainly help you :)
~H
If you're needing some brainstorming time, please let me know! I can certainly help you :)
~H
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