Pop

April 21, 2009 at 7:00 pm (Art) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

One of single greatest pop-culture events of our generation.  You need to watch it again.  Now.

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Frozen

March 14, 2009 at 6:28 pm (Art) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Behold the power of 200 frozen people:

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Isaac

February 20, 2009 at 2:47 pm (Culture) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Terminator 2

Terminator 2: Judgment Day

A future filled with fully automated autonomous robots may not be just the stuff of entertainment.  Read this, from the Times Online:

Military’s Killer Robots Must Learn Warrior Code
by Leo Lewis

Autonomous military robots that will fight future wars must be programmed to live by a strict warrior code or the world risks untold atrocities at their steely hands.

The stark warning – which includes discussion of a Terminator-style scenario in which robots turn on their human masters – is issued in a hefty report funded by and prepared for the US Navy’s high-tech and secretive Office of Naval Research.

The report, the first serious work of its kind on military robot ethics, envisages a fast-approaching era where robots are smart enough to make battlefield decisions that are at present the preserve of humans. Eventually, it notes, robots could come to display significant cognitive advantages over Homo sapiens soldiers.

“There is a common misconception that robots will do only what we have programmed them to do,” Patrick Lin, the chief compiler of the report, said. “Unfortunately, such a belief is sorely outdated, harking back to a time when . . . programs could be written and understood by a single person.” The reality, Dr Lin said, was that modern programs included millions of lines of code and were written by teams of programmers, none of whom knew the entire program: accordingly, no individual could accurately predict how the various portions of large programs would interact without extensive testing in the field – an option that may either be unavailable or deliberately sidestepped by the designers of fighting robots.

The solution, he suggests, is to mix rules-based programming with a period of “learning” the rights and wrongs of warfare.

A rich variety of scenarios outlining the ethical, legal, social and political issues posed as robot technology improves are covered in the report. How do we protect our robot armies against terrorist hackers or software malfunction? Who is to blame if a robot goes berserk in a crowd of civilians – the robot, its programmer or the US president? Should the robots have a “suicide switch” and should they be programmed to preserve their lives?

The report, compiled by the Ethics and Emerging Technology department of California State Polytechnic University and obtained by The Times, strongly warns the US military against complacency or shortcuts as military robot designers engage in the “rush to market” and the pace of advances in artificial intelligence is increased.

Any sense of haste among designers may have been heightened by a US congressional mandate that by 2010 a third of all operational “deep-strike” aircraft must be unmanned, and that by 2015 one third of all ground combat vehicles must be unmanned.

“A rush to market increases the risk for inadequate design or programming. Worse, without a sustained and significant effort to build in ethical controls in autonomous systems . . . there is little hope that the early generations of such systems and robots will be adequate, making mistakes that may cost human lives,” the report noted.

A simple ethical code along the lines of the “Three Laws of Robotics” postulated in 1950 by Isaac Asimov, the science fiction writer, will not be sufficient to ensure the ethical behaviour of autonomous military machines.

“We are going to need a code,” Dr Lin said. “These things are military, and they can’t be pacifists, so we have to think in terms of battlefield ethics. We are going to need a warrior code.”

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Robots in rebellion?  Unmanned warcraft?

What sort of a future are we in for? 

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Stop

January 28, 2009 at 3:40 pm (Church, Prayer) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

As we experience a cold, cold winter, many of us are enduring the hardships of ice, while others are enjoying a day of rest a good day of snow can only provide.  Through these winter months, and especially on snowy days, I am reminded of the following verse from Job 37:

God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding.  He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’  So that all men he has made may know his work, he stops every man from his labor. 

God sends us snow so we may rest from our labor, from our work, from our week of filled schedules, so we can, if for a moment, behold God’s power.  We marvel at the inspiring beauty of snow and ice, even while we endure its inconveniences. 

Just remember, though, that it was always God’s intention to provide the snow of winter, and the storms of spring, so that even the visible weather would testify to the invisible God.

May you enjoy your rest today.

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Kiss

January 26, 2009 at 4:05 pm (Happiness) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

She has been given several names throughout her incarnation.  Called Talia, and Briar Rose, we know her best as Aurora, and her tale has inspired millions of little girls as Walt Disney retold her story in Sleeping Beauty.
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The Sleeping Beauty, by Sir Edward Burne-Jones, ca. 1870.

It is also the subject of a classic English painting, done by Sir Edward Burn-Jones, a nineteenth century artist.  Burne-Jones, inspired by Renaissance painters, believed the kiss of the story of Sleeping Beauty could be a metaphor for needed change in England, and it inspired him to paint the now-famous image.  But it is, above all, a classic tale, first told in the seventeenth century, of an evil witch, a curse, fairies, and a princess who slept the sleep of death, only to be awaken by a kiss of true love.  And now, this story is true.

Emma Ray, and her husband Andrew, were shopping just a few days after the birth of their child, when Emma c0llapsed.  Andrew, in desperate attempts, tried to revive her, and her heart was eventually restarted while in the care of a local hospital.

The diagnosis was grim, when Andrew was told that his young wife, Emma, was in a coma, and may never wake up.  In the doctor’s own words, Andrew heart that his wife could remain a “sleeping beauty.”

Desperate, he stayed by her side, caressed her hand, spoke to her, and played recordings of their newest baby, crying, hoping that somewhere, somehow, Emma would hear those cries and respond.  But all of that was to no avail.  Emma showed now signs of response.

And then, in a moment of desperation, almost two weeks after Emma collapsed, Andrew leaned over his wife and asked her for a kiss. 

Emma then turned her head, opened her eyes, and readied her lips, and gave her husband a kiss.  Of all the things that Andrew tried, it was the kiss which woke his wife.

And though her recovery has lasted for almost two years, she is alive, and well, because of true love, and a hope that never died.

You can read more about them here.

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Beam

January 15, 2009 at 11:12 pm (Art, Culture) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Over the town of Sigulda, Latvia, designer Aigar Truhins took the following images with a “standard digital camera.”  Upon seeing the phenomenon, it was reported that his son thought we were being visited by extra-terrestrial beings.

See for yourself.

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Sigulda, Latvia

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Sigulda, Latvia

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Sigulda, Latvia

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Sigulda, Latvia

Scientists have determind that the beams are actually reflections of light from the lamp posts, as that light reflects from ice crystals in the air. 

It is simply the stuff of wonder and amazement that beauty is created in ways which we seldom understand.

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Fine

January 7, 2009 at 5:21 pm (Thinking) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.  And if it’s the end of the world, we would know it.  Here are five ways that may happen:

Five Ways the World Can End
by Paul Wagenseil

Massive asteroid impact: Asteroids and comets crash into our planet all the time, with varying degrees of damage. The last big one was 100 years ago in Siberia, but in such a remote area that no one died.

Yet scientists keep finding new evidence of medium-sized impacts that caused at least regional devastation — near New York harbor around 300 B.C., in eastern Canada about 11,000 B.C., the famous Meteor Crater in Arizona 50,000 years ago.

Much larger asteroids have been tied to mass die-offs in biological history — the end of the dinosaurs 65 million years ago, and the even more devastating Permian-Triassic extinction event 251 million years ago in which some 80 percent of animal species vanished.

It would take an asteroid the size of a small planet to really snuff out life on Earth.

Something very much like that seems to have happened when an object the size of Mars hit the Earth about 4.5 billion years ago, and the resulting debris formed the moon. Fortunately, there was no life on Earth yet.

Life on Mars, if it ever existed, might not have been so lucky. Most evidence indicates that the Red Planet was warm and wet in the distant past, and there are signs it had a strong magnetic field to shield the surface from solar radiation.

But recent studies indicate that Mars’ entire northern hemisphere may be a gigantic impact crater, the result of a collision 3.9 billion years ago so huge it may have destroyed the planet’s magnetic field.

Were that to happen on Earth, the few surface organisms that survived the impact and resulting earthquakes and fires would be fried by solar rays.

Massive volcanic eruptions: An alternate theory for the low, flat, featureless Martian northern hemisphere is that huge lava flows simply erased any previous features.

Similarly, there’s good evidence that the dinosaurs back on Earth were killed not by an asteroid, but instead, or additionally, by enormous eruptions in what now is India.

Even moderate eruptions, which kick up huge amounts of soot and dust, blocking sunlight, can have climatic effects. The eruption of Mount Pinatubo in the Philippines significantly cooled the planet in 1991-92, as did Indonesia’s Krakatoa in 1883.

More effective was Mount Tambora on the other end of Java in 1815, which cooled things so much that Europeans called 1816 “the year without a summer” — it snowed in June, and summer frosts killed crops across the Northern Hemisphere.

Moving up the scale, the Mount Toba supervolcanic eruption in Sumatra 75,000 years ago may have cooled the planet enough to force the early human population through a genetic “bottleneck” as most people died, leaving the few survivors to repopulate the world.

And the Yellowstone supervolcano — that’s right, Yellowstone National Park sits atop a massive magma chamber — will probably take out most of the people living between the Rockies and the Appalachians next time it erupts, which could literally be tomorrow.

But neither of those would end life on Earth. For that, it would take something along the lines of the long-ago prolonged eruptions that created India’s Deccan Traps and the Siberian Traps in Russia.

In both instances, giant fissures in the ground simply opened up, oozing lava that spread in every direction for hundreds of miles, releasing huge amounts of deadly gas, smoke and soot into the atmosphere. These events went on for tens of thousands of years.

The Deccan Traps eruptions took place just before the dinosaurs disappeared and formed much of the landmass of the Indian subcontinent. The Siberian lava flows happened 251 million years ago and are the likely cause of the aforementioned Permian-Triassic mass extinction.

In the latter case, 3 million square miles were covered by layer upon layer of lava. It doesn’t take much extrapolation to conclude that an eruption event two or three times the magnitude of the Siberian one could end life on Earth.

Nuclear war: Few people have uttered the phrase “nuclear winter” since the end of the Cold War, but it was a very real fear during the 1980s.

The notion was that a full-scale nuclear war between the Soviet Union and United States would kick huge amounts of dust, smoke and soot up into the atmosphere and blot out sunlight for months or even years, causing mass extinctions as most plants died and most animals starved.

Life has squeaked by in such instances in the past, but the deadly post-nuclear radioactive particles carried around the world could land a deadly second blow on the surviving organisms.

Since the ’80s, further research has indicated that the atmospheric soot would also destroy the ozone layer, letting in more extraterrestrial radiation and further cooling the planet.

The odds of total nuclear war between the U.S. and Russia seem remote now, and no other nations currently have the thousands of warheads it would take for such a doomsday scenario to occur. But there’s always a chance of a full-scale nuclear exchange between future superpowers.

Black hole: Bottomless gravitational pits from which not even light can escape were first theorized in the 1960s, but since then they’ve been “spotted” throughout the universe.

It’s now thought that every spiral galaxy, including our own, has a supermassive black hole at its center.

Smaller black holes are formed by the collapses of large stars, and can be expected to keep moving in the same orbits around galactic centers as they did before the collapse.

The problem is that we’d no longer be able to see them, and would have to watch the behavior of other astronomical bodies to figure out where they might be lurking.

Were a black hole to approach our solar system, we’d begin to notice changes in the light of other stars as it was bent by the black hole’s massive gravity.

Then the orbits of the larger planets would begin to change as they were pulled toward it. The sun would become elongated, and the Earth’s own orbit would shift.

Finally the sun, planets and asteroids would go into spiral orbits around the hole and gradually be sucked into it, one by one, like water going down a drain.

Thanks to the massive tidal disruptions on Earth, not to mention the lack of reliable sunlight, we’d already be dead.

Some think it’s also possible that we could create our own black hole right here on Earth.

Last year, a flurry of lawsuits accompanied the firing up of the Large Hadron Collider outside Geneva, Switzerland, from people worried it could create a mini-singularity that would gobble up the planet.

Fortunately, the machine broke down after a few days. The end of the world will have to be pushed back to next summer at the earliest.

The expanding sun: If all else fails, the Earth will almost certainly come to an end in about 5 billion years when it falls into the expanding sun.

It’s perfectly natural — stars like ours simply turn into red giants near the end of their lifespans, and their inner planets become toast.

Terrestrial inhabitants need not worry, since they’ll be boiled off much earlier by the sheer heat of the growing star.

Some scenarios say we’ve got only a billion good years left on this planet — rather gloomy, since life in some form has been around for about 3.7 billion years and this means we’re already close to the end.

Then again, it’s also possible that scientists of an advanced future civilization could simply tow out Earth to a safer orbit, after having presumably rendered Mars and Venus inhabitable as well.

That’s if they don’t manage to accidentally destroy the planet first.

And I feel fine.

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Sparkle

December 30, 2008 at 3:55 pm (Art) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Mat Kearney is a poet.

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When I first opened his album Bullet, in 2004, I was completely overwhelmed at his acoustic stylings, playing against spoken words and great hooks. And then I dissected each song, and was drawn into the music.

I burned it, though, played it until I was no longer interested, until I picked up my acoustic and learned a few of the tunes, and that catapulted my interest again. This week, the album is once again spinning, and this time I was drawn to his song “Girl America.” The song itself, as well as Bullet, was repackaged into his second album, Nothing Left to Lose, and right now, I am awaiting his third album, and trying to be patient.

When you first listen to his song Girl America, you’re left a bit confused. He speaks the words so fast, and the chorus and the bridge, the songful parts of the tune, are good, and you start to wonder a little. And then you break apart the song, find the lyrics from a Google search, and realize that the song itself is quite powerful. And quite poetic.

I’m not sure what he planned for this song. I’m not sure if he thought he was writing something so poetic and contemporary and raw. And maybe, through the fiasco of the last presidential election, with all of the image and pomp and American degradation, this song speaks to me even more now. I’m not sure, but I have found a new realness in this song that was somehow missed in all of the previous listens.

Click here for his site, and listen to the song by shuffling through his tracks in the music tab at the top. Then read these lyrics, and then maybe you’ll see America in a much different way.

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Girl America
by Mat Kearney

My girl America is just a youth in this world,
Her smile is more precious than the sparkle of pearls.

And though her age reads, she’s just a young girl,
The age behind her eyes show the pain that she’s swirled, through the hand that’s been dealt,
Though it’s quiet as kept,the weight that she felt last night when she slept,
And as she crept into the dreams of the things of her past.

Seems to have grown so fast, way beyond her own class,
Though they’re right there with her, her brothers and her sisters.
A natural born leader even when her peers dis her.

My girl, she’s at a crossroads, people praying for her.
Some are preying on her.

Magazine ads, sex, drama, smoking marijuana,
Longing for a father to call her “daughter.”

She’s part of a generation longing for reconciliation,
And this future that they’re facing and this poison that they’re tasting,

My girl, I know this love you’re chasing.

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My girl America’s crying when she’s lying on her bed at night,
I can see that she’s screaming when she’s dreaming for her freedom.
My girl America’s dying while she’s trying just to stop this fight.
Don’t stop believing, my girl America.

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Boys with hungry eyes have been beating her door,
Telling her that’s what she’s for, trying to rob at her core,
Then leave calling her a whore, but still she knows there’s more.

I know she knows there’s more because there is a voice she can’t ignore,
‘Cause it was founded in the foundations, from the day of her creation.

“In God we trust” engraved on the treasures of her nation,
And the void that the boys can’t fill,
With the tipping of the bottle or the popping of the pill.

But still most of her friends don’t care as they glare,
Ready to drown down the funnel as they frown down the tunnel.
They stumble and they tumble breaking down into rubble.
My girl America, stop! Can’t you see?

It’s not the circumstances that determine who you’re gonna be,
But how you deal with these problems and pains that come your way.

It’s for you that I pray with hope for a brighter day,
And so I say, your deliverance is coming.

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My girl America’s crying when she’s lying on her bed at night,
I can see that she’s screaming when she’s dreaming for her freedom.
My girl America’s dying while she’s trying just to stop this fight.
Don’t stop believing, my girl America.

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Faith like a child from your first birth.
You left it in the dirt on your worst hurt.
And I see each tear and every scar,
The hands that have held you where you are.

And I can see we’ve strayed so far.
A king born under that morning star.
As a crown of thorns was placed to erase
Each tear that’s touched your face.

And his palms and sides were pierced with spears
He hung in love just to draw you near
My girl, out of this whole world,
Can’t you see this is where we started?

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My girl America’s crying when she’s lying on her bed at night,
I can see that she’s screaming when she’s dreaming for her freedom.
My girl America’s dying while she’s trying just to stop this fight.
Don’t stop believing, my girl America.

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Powerful, isn’t it?

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Room

December 22, 2008 at 11:08 pm (Culture, Thinking) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Christmas Celebration in Bagdad included a poster of Jesus.

Joy to the world, the Lord has come!
Let earth receive her king!
Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing!

That may be possible …

The following story is from CNN, and you can find it here.

And maybe, just maybe, every single heart can prepare him room.  Even the heart which has never believed.

Baghdad Celebrates First Public Christmas Amid Hope, Memories
by Jill Dougherty
CNN.com

From a distance, it looks like an apparition: a huge multi-colored hot-air balloon floating in the Baghdad sky, bearing a large poster of Jesus Christ. Below it, an Iraqi flag.

Welcome to the first-ever public Christmas celebration in Baghdad, held Saturday and sponsored by the Iraqi Interior Ministry. Once thought to be infiltrated by death squads, the Ministry now is trying to root out sectarian violence — as well as improve its P.R. image.

The event takes place in a public park in eastern Baghdad, ringed with security checkpoints. Interior Ministry forces deployed on surrounding rooftops peer down at the scene: a Christmas tree decorated with ornaments and tinsel; a red-costumed Santa Claus waving to the crowd, an Iraqi flag draped over his shoulders; a red-and-black-uniformed military band playing stirring martial music, not Christmas carols.

On a large stage, children dressed in costumes representing Iraq’s many ethnic and religious groups — Kurds, Turkmen, Yazidis, Christians, Arab Muslims not defined as Sunni or Shiite — hold their hands aloft and sing “We are building Iraq!” Two young boys, a mini-policeman and a mini-soldier sporting painted-on mustaches, march stiffly and salute.

Even before I can ask Interior Ministry spokesman Major-General Abdul Karim Khalaf a question, he greets me with a big smile. “All Iraqis are Christian today!” he says.

Khalaf says sectarian and ethnic violence killed thousands of Iraqis. “Now that we have crossed that hurdle and destroyed the incubators of terrorism,” he says, “and the security situation is good, we have to go back and strengthen community ties.”

In spite of his claim, the spokesman is surrounded by heavy security. Yet this celebration shows that the security situation in Baghdad is improving.

Many of the people attending the Christmas celebration appear to be Muslims, with women wearing head scarves. Suad Mahmoud, holding her 16-month-old daughter, Sara, tells me she is indeed Muslim, but she’s very happy to be here. “My mother’s birthday also is this month, so we celebrate all occasions,” she says, “especially in this lovely month of Christmas and New Year.”

Father Saad Sirop Hanna, a Chaldean Christian priest, is here too. He was kidnapped by militants in 2006 and held for 28 days. He knows firsthand how difficult the lot of Christians in Iraq is but, he tells me, “We are just attesting that things are changing in Baghdad, slowly, but we hope that this change actually is real. We will wait for the future to tell us the truth about this.”

He just returned from Rome. “I came back to Iraq because I believe that we can live here,” he says. “I have so many [Muslim] friends and we are so happy they started to think about things from another point of view and we want to help them.”

The Christmas celebration has tables loaded with cookies and cakes. Families fill plates and chat in the warm winter sun. Santa balloons hang from trees. An artist uses oil paint to create a portrait of Jesus.

In the middle of the park there’s an art exhibit, the creation of 11- and 12-year-olds: six displays, each about three feet wide, constructed of cardboard and Styrofoam, filled with tiny dolls dressed like ordinary people, along with model soldiers and police. They look like model movie sets depicting everyday life in Baghdad.

Afnan, 12 years old, shows me her model called “Arresting the Terrorists.”

“These are the terrorists,” she tells me. “They were trying to blow up the school.” In the middle of the street a dead “terrorist” sprawls on the asphalt, his bloody arm torn from his body by an explosion. Afnan tells me she used red nail polish to paint the blood. A little plastic dog stands nearby. “What is he doing?” I ask. “He looks for terrorists and searches for weapons and explosives,” Afnan says.

Her mother, the children’s art teacher, Raja, shows me another child’s display called “Baghdad Today.”

“This is a wedding,” Raja explains. “Despite the terrorism, our celebrations still go ahead. This is a park, families enjoying time. And this is a market where people go shopping without fear of bombings. This is a mosque where people can pray with no fear.”

In the middle is a black mound that looks like a body bag. Policemen and Interior Ministry forces surround it. “This is terrorism,” she tells me. “We killed it and destroyed it, and our lives went back to normal.”

A Christmas tale perhaps, I think, but one that many Iraqis hope will come true.

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Confused

December 15, 2008 at 2:42 pm (Entertainment) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

A neighboring church hosted a group of bell ringers from a local university to perform a concert in their full and beautiful auditorium. Exquisite woodwork adorned the foyer, and once inside, my eyes were treated with a Christmas tree, tall and adorned in white angels. Candles burned before every stained glass window. As the concert began, the minister stood before us to pray that we would receive the gospel in the bells. Soon after, a group of people walked into the nave of the auditorium, singing a carol and playing their brass bells in perfect timing, soon arranging themselves at the altar of the church, and playing Christmas carols in beautiful music.

But the prayer of the minister, a simple prayer with eloquent language, broke my heart. I received the gospel that night, and was again, reminded, that Christmas is a celebration much larger than ribbons and bows.

And yet we continue to celebrate a practice of excess during this most wonderful time of the year, for Americans will spend close to $450 billion this year for gifts to be unwrapped on just one day — gifts which will lose their meaning quickly in the mix of other gifts you and I will open.

Just a tenth of that amount could provide clean water and food for the starving of the world for an entire year. Some estimates say that one could stretch $40 billion over two years, and still provide enough sustenance for the starving.

The recipients of our gifts are people with means. They have an abundance of gifts under a tree in their home, and have spent much money to give, so much so that the practice of giving is really nothing more than the practice of trading. We exchange gifts with similar costs, and feign surprise when we unwrap a package and discover an item disliked. We have displaced the specialness and warmth of giving a gift with the thought and guilt of doing the same. Long gone are the days when one person holds some special place in our heart, and we treasure the time and the day when they can open a gift given with such thought.

We give our children the idea of gift-giving because of obligation, while on Christmas morn, there are some in our world without food and water, and we forget those people, once we are taken and consumed with an excess of things beneath a tree and the food on long tables. We participate in conversations when families are long gone, when we silently complain about the gathering of our family, or the time we wasted when giving a better gift.

We have sorely, and to our demise, confused the meaning and thrust of Christmas with packaging and tape and plastic cards.
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I want to encourage you, today, to visit a website. Called the Advent Conspiracy, it is a movement designed to spur our thinking about Christmas, about our worship, about our expenses, and about true giving. I’ll say no more here, in hopes you visit, and spend a moment of your time there, today.

You may just change the way you see Christmas. I hope you do.

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