Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Integration of Faith and Culture

I'm on a cabinet here at school called IFC for "Integration of Faith and Culture" we were asked to write about how we view that phrase. So I'm just copying what I wrote.


In the movie Never Been Kissed, the main character is a journalist, and she starts her article like this: “Somebody once said, ‘to write well, you have to write what you know.’ Well here’s what I know.” So to quote a quote that quotes a quote, I’m going to write what I know because I, too, am a journalist. Well, I’m a Media Writing major, which is essentially the same thing.

When we talk about culture, we think of American vs. international culture, Taylor vs. other college cultures, even different dorm cultures. I believe cultures intertwine; we’re not in specific ones that we can necessarily pinpoint, but we’re in a mixture of cultures that make up who we are as individuals. I have my cultures that shaped me: my family, town, home church, mission trips, Taylor, internships, vacations, friends, my specific major, etc. Each one of these little cultures combine together to form me and my passions.

I could talk about how I mix the American culture and my faith. But I think we’ve been taught, especially here at Taylor, what it means and how we should do it. But what I’m talking about is the big picture. The integration of culture with my faith, for me, is where everything meets in the middle, and it feels like an epiphany, and it feels like “this is it. This is what life is.” To me, life is half culture, half faith: the things that make us who we are in this world, and the God who makes us who we are in the spiritual world.

I never knew what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wanted to be a writer, but I didn’t know what kind or what I would write about. I listened to people talk about what makes them feel alive, without being able to relate, because although I’ve been privileged enough to do a lot of awesome things in my life, I never knew the feeling of being “alive,” or at least I didn’t understand the meaning until it happened.

This summer, I worked for Operation Mobilization, which is an international mission organization. For two weeks, I joined their team in London for a mission trip. I guess you could say that I was a special case, because while everyone else there was there to participate in this two-week mission trip, I was going to do the same thing, except at night or on a day off, I would write stories for the organization. I process things with the written word, not verbally, so it worked. Never before had I gone on a mission trip where I was expected to process my experience in writing.

One day, when we got back from street evangelizing, my team talked about their individual experiences and conversations. After we had processed it together, I got out my computer and started writing about it. I remember thinking, “This is it. This is what fits.” It was like my life had built up to that moment. Not that the moment was the climax of my life, but it was like all my little cultures and my faith had built me up to that moment just to reveal that this was it for me. Never have I felt more apart of the kingdom of God than when everything in my life just met in the middle.

So I’m not saying that missions is for everyone, or that’s what is going to make things click. But I am saying that there are moments in our life when things feel completely right, and that is when our small cultures that define us on earth meet with our faith that defines us to God, and it fits.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Fairy Tales


Hey everybody, it has been awhile since my last post. There are lots of life updates I could give, but for now, I will just say that I took a photography class for one month. I may post up my best pictures from the month later, but for now I'm going to post up my final project. The requirements were 10-20 photos, and they needed a theme. So my theme was fairy tales. I know some of them aren't the greatest composition-wise, but I had a lot of fun, and thought I'd share them with you.

Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp


















Alice in Wonderland
































Hansel and Gretel





























Pinocchio


















Goldilocks and the Three Bears












Snow White


















The Tale of Peter Rabbit




















Humpty Dumpty













Little Red Riding Hood

















































Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Christmas around the world

Being the naive American I am, I kind of assumed that Christmas was one of those world holidays where everyone celebrated it the same way or another. Sure I've read Mickey's (stay-as-secular-as-possible) Christmas Around the World pop-up book that informed me in some countries they used shoes instead of stockings or don't use a tree, and the only thing really different is the style of their houses and skin color. But this year, due to friends being world travelers and informing me of such holiday traditions, I realized I am once again oblivious to the world around me.

I'm just typing word-of-mouth things without doing research, so here's what I've gathered. In Spain, it's much more of a religious holiday than anything. There are few decorations, but not as crazy as other places. Mainly, they celebrate the birth of Jesus. And it's not the typical Dec. 25, it's January 3rd.

In the Netherlands, these things take place on December 5th, but it's not a religious holiday. It's when Pere Noel (okay, that's french, i just mean some form of Santa Claus) comes and puts goodies in shoes and knocks on the door and leaves a bag of presents.

In Ireland, it is celebrated like us, and I sure know they like to decorate Dublin a lot. That I've personally experienced.

After that around-the-world tour of Christmas, you're probably not as enlightened as I was. But, as I was listening to recounts of tales and travels and updates on international holidays, I was reminded that despite the differences and ways these traditions have evolved in different countries, there's still a common background. No celebration of countries gaining independence, no feasts with pilgrims only in our land, no celebrating the Queen's birthday, but celebrated something international. And to beat around the bush as much as possible without actually saying the ever-cliche sermon topic of Christmas Eve "Jesus is the Reason for the Season," I will leave you with this:

Il y avait, dans cette même contrée, des bergers qui passaient dans les champs les veilles de la nuit pour garder leurs troupeaux.Et voici, un ange du Seigneur leur apparut, et la gloire du Seigneur resplendit autour d'eux. Ils furent saisis d'une grande frayeur.Mais l'ange leur dit : Ne craignez point ; car je vous annonce une bonne nouvelle, qui sera pour tout le peuple le sujet d'une grande joie : c'est qu'aujourd'hui, dans la ville de David, il vous est né un Sauveur, qui est le Christ, le Seigneur. Et voici à quel signe vous le reconnaîtrez : vous trouverez un enfant emmailloté et couché dans une crèche. Et soudain il se joignit à l'ange une multitude de l'armée céleste, louant Dieu et disant :

Gloire à Dieu dans les lieux très hauts, Et paix sur la terre parmi les hommes qu'il agrée !



And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger." Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."



Wednesday, October 28, 2009

procrastinating.

This isn't for my web writing class, yet I find myself writing about another "Christian issue."

Any time I write a paper, I flip through some of my favorite books to get good quotes so it looks like I have cool sources. I'm now writing a paper for Astronomy, so I figured it was time to pull out the good ol' Mere Christianity. I must admit I'm a poser Christian. I've owned this book forever, and alas, I've never read the whole thing. But since I was writing about space and the universe and all that, I figured it was a good time as ever to read the chapter titled "Time and Beyond Time."

Of course this is one of those times where I'm least expecting it and God shows up and says "learn THIS about me!" and I learn a little bit more about my creator.

I guess since the majority of people who read this are Christians, you've probably already read this book/chapter and don't need me to talk about it because of course you already know. But it's one of those situations where I have to process it, and we all know I can't process anything without writing it down.

Anyway, the passage I'm talking about is this:
"God is not hurried along in the Time-stream of this universe any more than an author is hurried along in the imaginary time of his own novel. He has infinite attention to spare for each one of us. He does not have to deal with us in the mass. You are as much alone with Him as if you were the only being He had ever created. When Christ died, He died for you individually just as much as if you had been the only man in the world."

I think if maybe I had put two and two together, I could've figured it out myself, however never as eloquently as that. But I knew these things about God: he's out of time and space, and He died for me individually.

I think I always have viewed God like I view a popular person. Like the good popular person. The one that knows everyone's names, even the nerds and unlikeables of the school. The one who is personally invested in everyone's lives, and everyone is willing to tell this person everything. Everyone wants to be their best friend. I viewed God as a large-scale popular person. He knows everyone's names and personal stories, he listens to everyone when they talk and I kinda waved off the fact that 6 billion people were his concern at every moment. He's God, He can do what He wants.

So I think I also always assumed that when Jesus died on the cross he ran through his mind everyone's name that will ever exist and what sins they committed and took them on himself. Which, to some extent is what He did, but I was thinking along the popular kid lines like if this kid was having a party, he'd quickly go through everyone's name and put it on the list. We all mattered, but it wasn't that personal.

But this author/not constrained by time illustration just blew that out of the water. "He does not have to deal with us in the mass." So I got to thinking. I'm an author. What if I wrote a book about someone? I was their creator, so I automatically knew everything about them. What if I invested my whole life into this one book and it took me a lifetime? It reminds me of Stranger Than Fiction. This author is writing about someone's life and when she realizes that it's a real person, she is so invested in him because she actually "knows" him, she can't kill him like she had planned. Also, she doesn't kill him because the man knows he's going to die, and accepts it, but ends up alive. What if the author had to die so that her character would live?

So, since God is out of time and space, and to really stretch this metaphor for all it's worth, I imagine him picking up a blank book and completely investing a lifetime or more to get to really know me by creating me and being my author. Just me and Him. To me, that makes Jesus dying for me extremely more personal. When Jesus died, He was spending that lifetime with me and reading all my flaws in the book and knowing that to save me, he would have to die. What a personal God we have.




Monday, October 5, 2009

Fall Festival

This week, the fall festival started in my hometown. Every year, my brother calls me and leaves a voicemail of an improv song about it. So I thought with my new technology, I'd make a small video out of his talent.


video

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Mysteries

After a weekend at home for Labor Day, I was driving back to school listening to my ipod. Of course I'm tired of the over-430 hours of music I own, so I was brainstorming what else I could listen to. Then I remembered some podcasts I had downloaded at the beginning of the summer.

Okay, I'm not the most intellectual podcaster. My podcasts consist of Rhett and Link, MuggleCast (the Harry Potter Podcast), and Secrets of the Lord of the Rings. My more nobler podcasts are short stories by classic authors and NPR's talk of the nation. Okay, I've listened to the latter twice.

At first I chose the short stories and listened to a few by Oscar Wilde, Mark Twain, and H.G. Welles. I was drawn to the Secrets of Lord of the Rings podcast, but the first time I tried listening to it, the man speaking spent the first 15 minutes describing his walk through the gamer version of The Shire and Bilbo's house. I decided to give it a second chance and listened to the one titled "Tom Bombadil" and that brings me to the subject and reason of this post.

Tom Bombadil is first featured in the Fellowship of the Ring in the Lord of the Ring series by Tolkien. (PLEASE before you disregard this as a nerdy analyzation of a character, know that I will describe Tom Bombadil just to preface what conclusions I have come to because of his character.) Throughout Tokien's trilogy, different characters refer to Tom by different names, but all have around the same meaning- the Eldest. Some say the oldest being on earth, some say ancient, etc. Tom also puts on the ring and nothing happens to him, he makes it disappear and brings it back, and he also can still see Frodo with it on. The podcast explained that Tom is such a carefree person, and that he cares only for peace and not for power, the ring has absolutely no effect on him. It also answered the question I had asked, "why didn't Tom carry the ring?" he was too carefree with it. It had no meaning to him so he probably wouldn't understand the grave task, and either lose the ring or not care who got it.

But nonetheless, Tom remains a mystery. Where'd he come from? Why is he so carefree? Why do the trees and the rest of nature listen to him? The thought crossed my mind that to Tolkien, this could be the God figure. But i came to the conclusion that Tolkien, though his stories have Christian themes, is different from C.S. Lewis. There isn't a black-and-white God figure. There isn't even a black-and-white good and evil except the ring/it's maker is evil and destroying it is good. But Frodo, he's supposed to destroy it, but even in the end he can't really do it. Gollum is evil, but he has Smeagol which was his once-good side. Gandalf the grey dies and comes back to life as Gandalf the white but even he can't take the ring because he knows it will use him for evil.

I think in our culture, we used to like things black and white, especially in dealing with good and evil (superman, james bond, action movies in general, etc.) but even in relationships, it's always guy gets girl. But our culture is shifting. We no longer like the black and white. Movies like The Dark Knight make Batman neither good nor evil. The movie He's Just Not That In to You took relationships to that grey area.

I think people like these more because it's closer to truth than black and white. Nothing is truly good except for God. There's a definite evil, but rarely do we run into something or someone that is truly evil. Good and evil are intertwined in this life. So I think Tolkien got it right. Evil is in this world, and it's wrapped up in everything. But there's also light, and glimpses of God in that light. God can be seen through the sacrifice a person makes for someone, or He can be seen through a gentle, peaceful mind of another.

I saw a movie today where there were nine parts that functioned on their own, but together they formed something beautiful. I guess it could be seen like the Church, and how each person has a role to make up the entire Church. but God is also like this, that goodness inside each of us, that act that we do that someone else notices was a little piece of Love itself, and one day, we're going to see those pieces together, and all that Love combined and it's going to be overwhelming in a beautiful way.


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

whirlwind

I can't believe the last time I posted anything was during TeenStreet! I apologize for the lack of updates.

After TeenStreet, I had about five days until my parents and friend from Taylor, Maggie, came to visit me. They arrived on Thursday, August 13 and spent some time in Carlisle and met the people I had worked with over the summer in the office (especially my supervisor boss lady).

On Saturday, the four of us left for Scotland which was an adventure of its own, and later I will retell the tale and post pictures. But for now, I must be quick.

We arrived back in the States late Friday (Aug 21st) night, which as soon as I got home, I slept for 12 hours. Since then, it has been a whirlwind of visiting people, dinners, showing pictures, etc. I barely had time to unpack, wash my clothes, and repack. But thanks to mom, that was all possible.

In the morning, I leave for Upland, Indiana to embark on my last year at Taylor. I'm a senior...eep!

This isn't the end of my blog though, as it is titled there and back again. So in the next few updates I'll talk about Scotland, final thoughts on the summer, and then I'll start doing updates of my senior year since I will be co-editor of the Life & Times section of my school newspaper, and have various things (including more traveling!) planned for the year.