If anyone takes the word of Christ seriously, they are not believable. It's good that my salvation doesn't depend on my belief or lack there of. Every so often, I begin to think about what I’m really saying and believing.
I regularly confess the Apostles Creed.
I believe in God, the Father almighty,
creator of heaven and earth.
I believe in Jesus Christ, God's only Son, our Lord.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit
and born of the Virgin Mary.
He suffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into hell.
On the third day he rose again,
He ascended into heaven.
He is seated at the right hand of the Father
and He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy catholic Church,
the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting.
Do I really believe? Was there really a Christ that was both fully divine and fully human? Did this Christ take away my sin at His expense? There’s life after my flesh dies and my body will be resurrected?
This is impossible. I am only a lowly human, why would any god care about me? Can God possibly know what I’ve done and not done and still cleanse my sins? Why does God take my sins? What does God get out of this? The nature of God is puzzling. It just doesn’t make sense.
God has power, and for me, power corrupts me. How is God still good? How am I subject to sin but God isn’t. Why am I trying to bring God down to my level?
It is uncomfortable to know that I have nothing to do, say or think to secure my salvation. The Holy Spirit has already claimed me, through nothing I could’ve done or not done. I want God to be understandable in human terms, here and now. For now, I wait, watch and listen as Christ is led to Golgotha.
2.28.2006
2.27.2006
The Wall
Today is sound off day. After a weekend with friends, I’m catching up on the news and responding.
My latest scream goes out to the US – Mexican Wall. This is absurd. The wall will not change the number of undocumented immigrants entering the US. There will always be ways to get into the US without documents.
What about labor? The US could not function without it’s undocumented immigrants.
The thought that people need papers to travel to areas outside of a certain border is absurd. Borders are artificial lines humans have been constructed to make the preschool saying, “you’re not my friend” law. I don’t like you, you can’t come where I am. We call it national security. Doesn't this make us more unsecure? We are more restricted than ants, owls, lizards and lions. Is anyone else tired of living in the cage of borders?
Ending Abortion in South Dakota
According to the Minnesota Daily, “both houses of South Dakota’s legislature passed a bill banning almost all abortions, with the only exception being to save the mother’s life. Now the bill is waiting for the signature of abortion opponent Gov. Mike Rounds, who says he is inclined to sign it.”
Another part of the law states, “if a woman who is raped becomes pregnant, the rapist would have the same rights to the child as the mother,” (CNN).
All of this makes me scream, STOP! Do lawmakers know what they’re doing? The state only has one abortion clinic, which performs an average of 800 abortions a year - less than 3 a day. I can’t imagine that this would become the law of the land. I also can’t imagine how the bill got this far. I would expect this craziness from Bible Belt of West Virginia, not an awesome state like South Dakota.
Another part of the law states, “if a woman who is raped becomes pregnant, the rapist would have the same rights to the child as the mother,” (CNN).
All of this makes me scream, STOP! Do lawmakers know what they’re doing? The state only has one abortion clinic, which performs an average of 800 abortions a year - less than 3 a day. I can’t imagine that this would become the law of the land. I also can’t imagine how the bill got this far. I would expect this craziness from Bible Belt of West Virginia, not an awesome state like South Dakota.
2.26.2006
Home Moves to Minnesota
This weekend Shannon came from Ohio, Mike came from South Dakota and Rene came from Nebraska. Thus, Lori, Aaron and I each had a taste of our home states come to Minnesota. We had a blast. Friday night Aaron and I hosted our first American Idol party. American Idol is a Play Station 2 game with a dance pad, think Dance Dance Revolution. Check out the photos!
On Thursday, I began to get really excited about Shannon’s visit, and I took a trip down memory lane. Shannon and I have been ‘best friends’ for almost 10 years. Since I moved away from Ohio, she’s traveled at least two times a year to visit me, that’s more than everyone else combined! Even with 750 miles between us, nothing has really changed. I love my Shannon!
On Thursday, I began to get really excited about Shannon’s visit, and I took a trip down memory lane. Shannon and I have been ‘best friends’ for almost 10 years. Since I moved away from Ohio, she’s traveled at least two times a year to visit me, that’s more than everyone else combined! Even with 750 miles between us, nothing has really changed. I love my Shannon!
Transfiguration
This semester I'm taking a preaching course. Below is the sermon I preached this week on Mark 9:2-9.
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“This is my Son, the beloved ,listen to him!”
“This is my Son, the beloved ,listen to him!”
“This is my Son, the beloved ,listen to him!”
Many voices say, ‘listen to me.’ Just this morning I have listened to numerous voices. I woke up to the voice of my husband which was quickly followed by NPR’s weather forecaster, field reporters, national commentators, and audio clips of politicians. I must not omit your voices, including yours Dr. Rogness’ which I obviously listened and responded to, after all, I am standing before you.
These voices have all said “listen to me” within the two hours I’ve been awake. I expect that throughout the rest of my day I will also hear voices of Hollywood celebrities, Olympians, musicians, political commentators, the children I nanny, other classmates and professors and even the voice of my mother.
The critical concern becomes, why listen? What is each voice trying to tell me? Why are they telling me this? What are they trying to get me to do? What are the benefits of listening? Don’t get me wrong, these voices are not the epitome of evil and to be avoided at all cost. These voices have their place. These voices are important. Yet, in the midst of these voices there is a voice from a cloud, “This is my Son, the beloved, listen to him!”
It is appropriate to realize this is not the first time the words “this is my Son, the beloved” are spoken in Mark’s gospel. In the first chapter of Mark, after Jesus was baptized in the Jordan, a voice came from heaven saying, “you are my son, the beloved, with you I am well pleased.” Here the announcement is addressing Jesus. This is in contrast to the transfiguration proclamation addressing Peter, James and John. In both cases, Jesus hears a voice from above. Jesus has been claimed “This is my Son, the beloved, listen to him!”
In the very sentence that claims Jesus we are given a command – listen to him. The truth is we don’t listen. We don’t even want to listen to him. We shout over Jesus’ words. We listen to the voices in and of this world.
In the chapter before the transfiguration Jesus “began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him." A crucified messiah is too much for Peter and it’s too much for us. We don’t want Jesus to be crucified either. If he’s crucified and is raised he’s not just a wise teacher and his words are not mere abstract principles or abstract things. They’re the words of God for us. They’re the words of God speaking to us.
And yet, how well do we listen? The skeptic in me asks, when do I ever listen to God? My hope is that I was listening to God’s call when I came to seminary, when I sat with the friend who struggled with an unplanned/unwanted pregnancy and when I teach Sunday school. Yet, I constantly want things my way. I do not want to surrender myself. I want to be my own god.
Unlike myself, the disciples were with Christ. We have seen how well the disciples listen to Jesus and they were with Jesus.
Our turning point comes through faith. No matter what we or the disciples do, Jesus’ saving work does not change. As Jesus is claimed through water and the word, we too are claimed in the water and word of our baptism. This happens despite even with bad listening skills.
The disciples did not listen, yet Christ was crucified, died and was buried and on the third day he rose again. Luther’s explanation of the second article of the Apostles Creed explains Christ’s salvific work.
"He has redeemed me, a lost and condemned human being. He has purchased and freed me from all sins, from death, and from the power of the devil, not with gold or silver but with his, holy, precious blood and with his innocent suffering and death. He has done all this in order that I may belong to him, live under him in his kingdom, and serve him in eternal righteousness, innocence, and blessedness, just as he is risen from the dead and lives and rules eternally."
It is fitting that we spend this, the last Thursday before Lent recalling the voice from the cloud, “this is my son, the beloved, listen to him!”
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“This is my Son, the beloved ,listen to him!”
“This is my Son, the beloved ,listen to him!”
“This is my Son, the beloved ,listen to him!”
Many voices say, ‘listen to me.’ Just this morning I have listened to numerous voices. I woke up to the voice of my husband which was quickly followed by NPR’s weather forecaster, field reporters, national commentators, and audio clips of politicians. I must not omit your voices, including yours Dr. Rogness’ which I obviously listened and responded to, after all, I am standing before you.
These voices have all said “listen to me” within the two hours I’ve been awake. I expect that throughout the rest of my day I will also hear voices of Hollywood celebrities, Olympians, musicians, political commentators, the children I nanny, other classmates and professors and even the voice of my mother.
The critical concern becomes, why listen? What is each voice trying to tell me? Why are they telling me this? What are they trying to get me to do? What are the benefits of listening? Don’t get me wrong, these voices are not the epitome of evil and to be avoided at all cost. These voices have their place. These voices are important. Yet, in the midst of these voices there is a voice from a cloud, “This is my Son, the beloved, listen to him!”
It is appropriate to realize this is not the first time the words “this is my Son, the beloved” are spoken in Mark’s gospel. In the first chapter of Mark, after Jesus was baptized in the Jordan, a voice came from heaven saying, “you are my son, the beloved, with you I am well pleased.” Here the announcement is addressing Jesus. This is in contrast to the transfiguration proclamation addressing Peter, James and John. In both cases, Jesus hears a voice from above. Jesus has been claimed “This is my Son, the beloved, listen to him!”
In the very sentence that claims Jesus we are given a command – listen to him. The truth is we don’t listen. We don’t even want to listen to him. We shout over Jesus’ words. We listen to the voices in and of this world.
In the chapter before the transfiguration Jesus “began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him." A crucified messiah is too much for Peter and it’s too much for us. We don’t want Jesus to be crucified either. If he’s crucified and is raised he’s not just a wise teacher and his words are not mere abstract principles or abstract things. They’re the words of God for us. They’re the words of God speaking to us.
And yet, how well do we listen? The skeptic in me asks, when do I ever listen to God? My hope is that I was listening to God’s call when I came to seminary, when I sat with the friend who struggled with an unplanned/unwanted pregnancy and when I teach Sunday school. Yet, I constantly want things my way. I do not want to surrender myself. I want to be my own god.
Unlike myself, the disciples were with Christ. We have seen how well the disciples listen to Jesus and they were with Jesus.
Our turning point comes through faith. No matter what we or the disciples do, Jesus’ saving work does not change. As Jesus is claimed through water and the word, we too are claimed in the water and word of our baptism. This happens despite even with bad listening skills.
The disciples did not listen, yet Christ was crucified, died and was buried and on the third day he rose again. Luther’s explanation of the second article of the Apostles Creed explains Christ’s salvific work.
"He has redeemed me, a lost and condemned human being. He has purchased and freed me from all sins, from death, and from the power of the devil, not with gold or silver but with his, holy, precious blood and with his innocent suffering and death. He has done all this in order that I may belong to him, live under him in his kingdom, and serve him in eternal righteousness, innocence, and blessedness, just as he is risen from the dead and lives and rules eternally."
It is fitting that we spend this, the last Thursday before Lent recalling the voice from the cloud, “this is my son, the beloved, listen to him!”
2.20.2006
Wesley in Thailand
In January, 2005, Wesley and I met for one last hug in Port Columbus. I was headed for Florida, and he was heading to Thailand for 2 years to join Peace Corps. Wes and I met our freshman year of high school. As long as I can remember, Wes has had a dream of becoming a missionary. While he isn’t directly linked with a large church body, but he is giving 2 years of his life for others. In response to many requests for photos and info of his time, Wes began a blog of his experience. He has done a fabulous job telling his story with words and photos of this far away place. If nothing else, check out the photos. Check him out@ Wesley in Thailand
2.17.2006
More Nestingen
Through a blog search I found some more info about Nestingen. Check out a quote from Nestingen's brother.
http://revsteve1967.blogspot.com/2006/02/nestingen-retirement.html
http://revsteve1967.blogspot.com/2006/02/nestingen-retirement.html
Could it be...
Today has been filled with questions and rumors. Aaron and I had an interview at 8am and the pastor began by asking us about Nestingen. After listening to a recording of the student question session, Aaron arrived at a new theory about the resignation, I mean retirement, but even Lull can't keep these two straight. Maybe Nestingen had a problem with the newly established administration, namely Bliese and Lose, as well as the new direction of Luther. So, they went out to Oregan to try to find common ground. Lori observed that Lose seemed to hold back while Lull was giving the students what she knew. Lose would be at the center, know it all and be on of the ones that the personal conflict existed between. Hmm, theories abound. Tonight we're going out with a rather large group of fellow theorist students. Well, for this week, commandment 8 is smashed to pieces.
2.16.2006
Cleaning House
Today I received this email from Luther Seminary President Rick Bliese.
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Students,
This announcement concerns Jim Nestingen and his retirement from Luther Seminary. If you would like the opportunity to find out more about this situation and ask questions about Professor Nestingen’s retirement, we will be holding two open sessions for students on Friday morning (tomorrow) from 8 to 9 AM (OCC Board Room) and Tuesday morning, February 21st from 8 to 9 AM (OCC Board Room). I hope that you will take the time and join the session.
Thank you for your prayers and support.
Pax,
Rick Bliese
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On January 31, 2006, Dr. James Arne Nestingen announced his intention to retire as of January 31, 2006. Professor Nestingen offered his retirement as part of an effort to resolve some claimed interpersonal difficulties within the faculty. Luther Seminary has asked Professor Nestingen to continue to teach on a limited basis and direct graduate students as Professor Emeritus of Church History and he has agreed. Both Luther Seminary and Professor Nestingen are pleased to have arrived at a solution that enables the Seminary to take advantage of his skills as a theologian and gifts as a teacher.
In accepting Professor Nestingen’s decision to retire, while asking him to continue teaching, Luther Seminary emphasized that Professor Nestingen’s retirement is not due to any allegations of heresy or misconduct, sexual or otherwise. In addition, the Seminary did not ask Professor to retire or resign.
Rick Bliese
President
Luther Seminary
Jim Nestingen
Professor Emeritus of Church History
Luther Seminary
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What’s up with the faculty? In January, Kelly Fryer left after not being able to comply with the sexual policies of the ELCA. Before classes even began this semester, Aaron and I heard rumors that Nestingen had been ask to leave Luther. It was hard to let Fryer leave, but it was her decision. Nestingen’s retirement, on the other hand, seems like a cleaning move by Bliese and the board. Nestingen didn't even write to the students, Bliese did. Why did he leave without the fanfare and praise he deserves right after rumors began? Fishy!
It’s no secret that Luther’s faculty is deeply divided. Many students would buy tickets to sit silently in the corner to watch the faculty go at each other. We know what the divide is. We know who is in which camp. We hear rumors and murmurs of faculty meetings, and faculty often walk into class on Thursday mornings with a smile to be with students and away from some of their colleagues. This news shocks those outside of Luther. Luther is a seminary after all and we should all be Minnesota nice and love each each other as God loves us. The truth is the discussions here are deep. We’re talking about God. We are talking about Martin Luther. How can debates and theological understand not lead to divisions? For now, the Pharisees are still at it. I have a feeling they always will be.
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Students,
This announcement concerns Jim Nestingen and his retirement from Luther Seminary. If you would like the opportunity to find out more about this situation and ask questions about Professor Nestingen’s retirement, we will be holding two open sessions for students on Friday morning (tomorrow) from 8 to 9 AM (OCC Board Room) and Tuesday morning, February 21st from 8 to 9 AM (OCC Board Room). I hope that you will take the time and join the session.
Thank you for your prayers and support.
Pax,
Rick Bliese
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On January 31, 2006, Dr. James Arne Nestingen announced his intention to retire as of January 31, 2006. Professor Nestingen offered his retirement as part of an effort to resolve some claimed interpersonal difficulties within the faculty. Luther Seminary has asked Professor Nestingen to continue to teach on a limited basis and direct graduate students as Professor Emeritus of Church History and he has agreed. Both Luther Seminary and Professor Nestingen are pleased to have arrived at a solution that enables the Seminary to take advantage of his skills as a theologian and gifts as a teacher.
In accepting Professor Nestingen’s decision to retire, while asking him to continue teaching, Luther Seminary emphasized that Professor Nestingen’s retirement is not due to any allegations of heresy or misconduct, sexual or otherwise. In addition, the Seminary did not ask Professor to retire or resign.
Rick Bliese
President
Luther Seminary
Jim Nestingen
Professor Emeritus of Church History
Luther Seminary
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What’s up with the faculty? In January, Kelly Fryer left after not being able to comply with the sexual policies of the ELCA. Before classes even began this semester, Aaron and I heard rumors that Nestingen had been ask to leave Luther. It was hard to let Fryer leave, but it was her decision. Nestingen’s retirement, on the other hand, seems like a cleaning move by Bliese and the board. Nestingen didn't even write to the students, Bliese did. Why did he leave without the fanfare and praise he deserves right after rumors began? Fishy!
It’s no secret that Luther’s faculty is deeply divided. Many students would buy tickets to sit silently in the corner to watch the faculty go at each other. We know what the divide is. We know who is in which camp. We hear rumors and murmurs of faculty meetings, and faculty often walk into class on Thursday mornings with a smile to be with students and away from some of their colleagues. This news shocks those outside of Luther. Luther is a seminary after all and we should all be Minnesota nice and love each each other as God loves us. The truth is the discussions here are deep. We’re talking about God. We are talking about Martin Luther. How can debates and theological understand not lead to divisions? For now, the Pharisees are still at it. I have a feeling they always will be.
2.08.2006
"To love another person is to see the face of God!"
Tonight Lori, Aaron and I are going to see the last touring performance of Les Miserables. For once I knew how to answer when Mom popped the question, "what do you want for your birthday?" We have awesome seats (no balcony tonight!) thanks to Mom! This is the musical I have always wanted to see. I know every word to the score. I woke up in a panic this morning. The tickets are in the bag with the mail, but where's the bag with the mail? So, at 7a I was running through the apartment looking for the tickets instead of getting ready for my 8a Confessions course. I am happy to report all is well, the tickets are on the kitchen table and at 8p tonight we'll begin a night I've spent years dreaming of.
2.05.2006
Back in MN
After 4 weeks, Aaron and I have landed safely in St. Paul. Over the last two months, we’ve traveled to South Dakota, Nebraska, Illinois, Wisconsin and Ohio. We’ve enjoyed being away and seeing many faces and places, but being home is good too. Some of our travels are documented on my pics page. More later, off to get ready for the super bowl!
1.29.2006
This I Believe
Today my friend, 'Big Poppa' sent me a forward to end all forwards. I endorse this link and think everyone should forward it to everyone in their address book. Click on the link below and enjoy!
URGENT: End Forwards Now!
URGENT: End Forwards Now!
1.17.2006
Chicago
Aaron and I are on week two of our S.C.U.P.E. (Seminary Consortium for Urban Pastoral Education) course. We are part of a group of 23 seminarians traveling through Chicago to hear from community visionaries and leaders. Our Professor is internationally known and has been called the best African American preacher in the U.S. Her network has allowed us to hear from THE leaders in the city. We’ve traveled to infamous areas Cabrini Green, Robert Taylor Homes, Cicero, South Chicago and many other places. We’re learning about the projects and issues that these leaders now face as gangs fight for new turf after being displaced. We're hearing the problems associated with gentrification and how racism, economic injustice and violence are perpetuated by the powers and principalities.
By day we learn and by night we explore Chicago’s nightlife. Last night we were at the Green Mill. “One of famous gangster Al Capone's former speakeasies from the Prohibition-era roaring '20s (check out his photo on the baby grand behind the bar); it was also a fav of Charlie Chaplin and Gloria Swanson. The oldest jazz club in the US (and presumably the world), under Dave Jemilo's care, it remains one of the city's liveliest jazz venues and still serves a mean Manhattan and martini.” Tonight it’s off to Rush Street for my fav Chicago piano bar/ steak house, Gibson's.
By day we learn and by night we explore Chicago’s nightlife. Last night we were at the Green Mill. “One of famous gangster Al Capone's former speakeasies from the Prohibition-era roaring '20s (check out his photo on the baby grand behind the bar); it was also a fav of Charlie Chaplin and Gloria Swanson. The oldest jazz club in the US (and presumably the world), under Dave Jemilo's care, it remains one of the city's liveliest jazz venues and still serves a mean Manhattan and martini.” Tonight it’s off to Rush Street for my fav Chicago piano bar/ steak house, Gibson's.
1.04.2006
West Virginia Miners Trapped in Mine
Photo: The road leading from the coal company owned homes to the coal mine in Beards Fork, WV.
Today the nation learned of 12 miners killed in a West Virginia. Exacerbating this horrendous situation was a three-hour period of joy when the 12 were reported to be alive.
While I have never lived through the horror of a mine collapse, the news hits close. In my family, men had a choice between working in the coalmines and joining the military. I am the granddaughter, great niece and cousin of many miners. Eubert, my great uncle was killed in the mines. Mom’s best friend growing up, Sheila, lost her husband in the mine. Tracy, another great uncle, died of black lung. Grandpa still waits for his black lung settlement.
A few years ago, I heard the stories of mine collapses in Beards Fork, WV. My grandma told of the horror of waiting for ‘Daddy’ to come home after the news of a collapse. During the 2004 collapse in Russia, I was visiting my grandpa. He was glued to the cable news channels and would not sleep while their fate was known. Miners know danger. They are also a tight bunch who cling to each other for survival.
With this collapse, I feel a mix of sadness and rage. I rage against Ben Hatfield, the company president, for letting the families celebrate a lie that their men were alive. Mostly, I grieve for the families that will never be the same. I grieve for all families, including my own, who have lost loved ones for coal.
1.02.2006
SD and NE
Photos from my first South Dakota Christmas!
Photos from Lori and Tyler's New Years Eve wedding!
12.21.2005
NYC
I’ve been back in the cities for 24 hours…it’s about time I posted a few pictures from my latest adventure. I know a few of them are from places where photography is banned, oops!
1 – Time Square - take two
2 – Tina’s hairpiece
3 – Ceiling at the Metropolitan Opera
4 – Tina’s pop-over
5 – Grandma’s smile
6 – Street outside Macy’s where the parade action happens at Thanksgiving
7 – Painting by Pablo Picaso
8 – Star above an intersection - I think it's supposed to be famous
9 – Bergdorf’s window
10 – Grandma and Tina at a place I can’t recall
11 – Rockefeller Center
12 – Grandma and Tina in front of THE tree
13 – A headless singer at Don’t Tell Mama’s
14 – Inside the W
15 – Light show across from Rockefeller Center
16 – Time Square take three
1 – Time Square
2 – Sign for the W (it’s an awesome she-she hotel)
3 – George singing Sweet Transvestite at Don’t Tell Mamas, before this photo he served us drinks in nothing but a apron
4 – Tina eating pizza at 4a (the bars had just closed, yes, bars close at 4a in NYC)
5 & 6 Inside the Metropolitan Opera (Grandma and I saw Tina jump on the lead’s back during a fight, the whole audience laughed at her)
7 – Grandma and I at Macy’s
8 – Tina and Grandma in front of Macy’s
9 & 10 Stuff inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art
11 – Me posing for Playboy
12 – All I want for Christmas
13 – Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree!
14 – Grandma and Tina at Café Lalo (Meg Ryan met Tom Hanks there in You’ve Got Mail)
15 – Grandma and Tina laughing as a friend of Tina’s sang Blue Suede Shoes for Grandma at Don’t Tell Mamas
16 – Store window at Bergdorf’s
1 – Time Square - take two
2 – Tina’s hairpiece
3 – Ceiling at the Metropolitan Opera
4 – Tina’s pop-over
5 – Grandma’s smile
6 – Street outside Macy’s where the parade action happens at Thanksgiving
7 – Painting by Pablo Picaso
8 – Star above an intersection - I think it's supposed to be famous
9 – Bergdorf’s window
10 – Grandma and Tina at a place I can’t recall
11 – Rockefeller Center
12 – Grandma and Tina in front of THE tree
13 – A headless singer at Don’t Tell Mama’s
14 – Inside the W
15 – Light show across from Rockefeller Center
16 – Time Square take three
1 – Time Square
2 – Sign for the W (it’s an awesome she-she hotel)
3 – George singing Sweet Transvestite at Don’t Tell Mamas, before this photo he served us drinks in nothing but a apron
4 – Tina eating pizza at 4a (the bars had just closed, yes, bars close at 4a in NYC)
5 & 6 Inside the Metropolitan Opera (Grandma and I saw Tina jump on the lead’s back during a fight, the whole audience laughed at her)
7 – Grandma and I at Macy’s
8 – Tina and Grandma in front of Macy’s
9 & 10 Stuff inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art
11 – Me posing for Playboy
12 – All I want for Christmas
13 – Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree!
14 – Grandma and Tina at Café Lalo (Meg Ryan met Tom Hanks there in You’ve Got Mail)
15 – Grandma and Tina laughing as a friend of Tina’s sang Blue Suede Shoes for Grandma at Don’t Tell Mamas
16 – Store window at Bergdorf’s
12.14.2005
Warm clothes...
“Pack lots of warm clothing because when you walk a few blocks it feels really cold, and we’ll be doing a lot of walking since taxis will be hard to get with the possible transit strike.” Tina left this message on my voice mail this evening. In 48 hours, I will be landing at LaGuardia in NYC. According to the New York Times, in 30 hours over 33,000 transit workers might be striking.
It’s illegal for the transportation union to strike, but they’re threatening a 12:01 am walk-out Friday morning. This could make our trip to NYC an interesting one. The last time I visited Tina I left the day the strike was set to start. She arranged for a car to take me to the airport from her apartment, but the strike never happened. I wonder if this year is my lucky year. Here’s to hoping transit workers are working this weekend!
It’s illegal for the transportation union to strike, but they’re threatening a 12:01 am walk-out Friday morning. This could make our trip to NYC an interesting one. The last time I visited Tina I left the day the strike was set to start. She arranged for a car to take me to the airport from her apartment, but the strike never happened. I wonder if this year is my lucky year. Here’s to hoping transit workers are working this weekend!
A-Ron Strikes Back
Yesterday Aaron began another blog. Somehow I think he has the giddyup to really get into it this time. Below is his first post. Check out his progress and send a note of encouragement. Visit him at A-Ron Strikes Back.
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This is Aaron Matson, Northern State University Alum, 2002 candidate for SD State Legislature, former intern for Senator Tim Johnson and the South Dakota Democratic Party, and former liberal columnist for NSU's student paper. Currently, I am a second year student at Luther Seminary in Saint Paul, Minnesota, on my way to becoming an ordained minister of Word and Sacrament in the ELCA. I have seen the damage done by fundagelical Christians in politics around the country, and especially in my beloved home state of South Dakota. This blog will be dedicated to countering the fundagelical movement, what has been called a theology of glory, and promoting a theology of the cross in social, political, and religious setting. One of my basic arguments is that the liberal boogey-man that conservative leaders are alway running against, and claiming to be reacting against, simply is a phantom menace. These reactionary leaders distract with wedge issues to gain power and to blind us of the true role of faith in politics: as an agent of justice and grace. I look forward to entering the discussion on this great website and blogoshpere.
Shalom,
Aaron
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This is Aaron Matson, Northern State University Alum, 2002 candidate for SD State Legislature, former intern for Senator Tim Johnson and the South Dakota Democratic Party, and former liberal columnist for NSU's student paper. Currently, I am a second year student at Luther Seminary in Saint Paul, Minnesota, on my way to becoming an ordained minister of Word and Sacrament in the ELCA. I have seen the damage done by fundagelical Christians in politics around the country, and especially in my beloved home state of South Dakota. This blog will be dedicated to countering the fundagelical movement, what has been called a theology of glory, and promoting a theology of the cross in social, political, and religious setting. One of my basic arguments is that the liberal boogey-man that conservative leaders are alway running against, and claiming to be reacting against, simply is a phantom menace. These reactionary leaders distract with wedge issues to gain power and to blind us of the true role of faith in politics: as an agent of justice and grace. I look forward to entering the discussion on this great website and blogoshpere.
Shalom,
Aaron
12.12.2005
West Virginia: Sounds of Down Home
Tonight I listened to an NPR story, West Virginia Floods Offer Lessons for Katrina Victims. 
While listening to the voices from southern WV, I heard my family. I realized that southern accents are different. Each woman I heard sounded like my aunts, grandma or great-grandma.
The stories of homes lost to the floods a few years ago were those of my family. I heard talk of condemned houses and thought about Uncle Charlie who lost everything and of my aunts who had considerable damage though their homes were salvageable.
This past August Aaron and I visited my grandpa at his trailer up Johnson Branch. When we entered his place, we entered a home that was distinctly grandpas (notice the photo in the lower left corner). One of many topics covered was a recent stabbing in the nearest town. Grandpa said that he wouldn'’t go to get his black lung check cashed there because someone was stabbed during the day. The problem is that's the only place to get a check cashed for roughly 50 miles. He has made choices that fit him, a retired West Virginia coalminer. He was born in a holler and will always live in a holler. He knows who he is and what he wants and no one can convince him otherwise.
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All photos were taken during August 2005.
While listening to the voices from southern WV, I heard my family. I realized that southern accents are different. Each woman I heard sounded like my aunts, grandma or great-grandma.The stories of homes lost to the floods a few years ago were those of my family. I heard talk of condemned houses and thought about Uncle Charlie who lost everything and of my aunts who had considerable damage though their homes were salvageable.
This past August Aaron and I visited my grandpa at his trailer up Johnson Branch. When we entered his place, we entered a home that was distinctly grandpas (notice the photo in the lower left corner). One of many topics covered was a recent stabbing in the nearest town. Grandpa said that he wouldn'’t go to get his black lung check cashed there because someone was stabbed during the day. The problem is that's the only place to get a check cashed for roughly 50 miles. He has made choices that fit him, a retired West Virginia coalminer. He was born in a holler and will always live in a holler. He knows who he is and what he wants and no one can convince him otherwise.
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All photos were taken during August 2005.
Death All Around
In a speech given in Philadelphia today, Bush said an estimated 30,000 Iraqis have been killed since the beginning of the war. After hearing this number, I began contextualizing this.
Killed in Iraq since March 2003...
2146 U.S. Soldiers (according to the DoD)
30,000 Iraqis (according to Bush'’s estimate)
This means that .11% of the Iraqi population has been killed over the past 2 and a half years. Proportionally, if .11% of the US population were to be killed 340, 251 would be dead. What would our response be then? Would we wake up from our mindlessness that allows this to continue? How many more must die in Iraq?
Of the 2146 US soldiers killed, I knew one, Eric Bernholtz. Eric and I went to school together for 2 and a half years. Over 12,000 mourners celebrated his life at his funeral. It's amazing how inner-connected we are. Eric touched thousands of lives. He, like so many others, was killed in Iraq in a war that cannot be won. When will this stop?
Also today, California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger denied clemency Stanley Tookie Williams. Whether Williams is guilty or not, capital punishment is barbaric. What leads to the thinking that violence can ever be answered with violence to bring peace and justice?
I pray for the day when war and capital punishment will seem as senseless as slavery and genocide.
Killed in Iraq since March 2003...
2146 U.S. Soldiers (according to the DoD)
30,000 Iraqis (according to Bush'’s estimate)
This means that .11% of the Iraqi population has been killed over the past 2 and a half years. Proportionally, if .11% of the US population were to be killed 340, 251 would be dead. What would our response be then? Would we wake up from our mindlessness that allows this to continue? How many more must die in Iraq?
Of the 2146 US soldiers killed, I knew one, Eric Bernholtz. Eric and I went to school together for 2 and a half years. Over 12,000 mourners celebrated his life at his funeral. It's amazing how inner-connected we are. Eric touched thousands of lives. He, like so many others, was killed in Iraq in a war that cannot be won. When will this stop?
Also today, California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger denied clemency Stanley Tookie Williams. Whether Williams is guilty or not, capital punishment is barbaric. What leads to the thinking that violence can ever be answered with violence to bring peace and justice?
I pray for the day when war and capital punishment will seem as senseless as slavery and genocide.
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