By some quirk of shuffled shared family reservations, I have a nice 1BR suite all to myself at the hotel, so I can enjoy my last night as a single man in solitary luxury. Now if only they would get the internet access working. Ah well, off to rehearsal.
On Marriage
“This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church.”
My ideas concerning love and marriage were strongly shaped by my Jesuit upbringing, such that I view marriage as a sacramental institution, given by God as a “visible sign of invisible grace.” (To clarify, I no longer subscribe to the Roman Catholic principle of sacraments as channels of *salvific* grace, but I do retain some aspects of the “sacramental principle,” which holds that nodal areas of life and creation can be signs of God’s grace in ways real and symbolic.)
There is a tension between a romantic relationship and the worship of God — a constant danger of romance turning into idolatry, as the believer’s priorities can easily be overtaken by the selfish lusts and desires of love. It is part of the curse of our fallenness, that classic boy-girl love can be at odds with our relationship to God. Marriage, then, is given as a means by which God redeems our romantic relationship by turning it from an inward-looking selfishness to a life-consuming act of symbolism — the union of man and woman illustrating to the world the love of God for his people. It is something that goes beyond a casual or superficial “dating” relationship: marriage carries the binding weight of a covenant, man and woman agreeing to give to each other, for eternity, the fullness of each other’s lives. In the same way, our covenant with God in faith is a giving of our lives to him, because he as Christ the Son has given his life for us. Hence Paul’s admonition in Ephesians regarding marital submission as likened to the relations between God and his church.
I love Amy. There are many reasons I can give for this love: the many years we have spent together, her remarkable artistic sensitivity to detail and beauty, her intelligence and warmth and physical attractiveness, her subtle sense of whimsical humor, the selfless willingness with which she helps carry the burdens of my life. And yet, if she were to change, or if I were to meet someone else who shared these attributes, I would still love Amy, and I would try to adapt to her changes, as I know she would adapt to mine. To love her is not to love her qualities so much as to love her herself, and continue loving her no matter what.
To apply the covenantal symbolism, God does not love his people because they are advantageous to him or because of their good works. Rather, he loves those whom he has foreordained to salvation and called to himself. He loves whom he chooses, and sees beyond sin and blemish. Likewise, Amy is whom I love because she is whom I choose. And because I am certain of whom I have chosen, I believe it is the right time to commit wholly; why hold back any longer, when Christ did not hold back when it came time to redeem his people?
(Of course, the likeness has limits: I do not see myself as omnipotent savior to her sinful humanity. We are partners in our fallenness, and as part of our love we choose to be partners in being signs of God’s redemption.)
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My brother Javi at the Lincoln Memorial. Spent a day doing the whole museums and monuments DC tourist thing.
(JaviLinc.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
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Homeless derelicts with shopping carts can be the most ardent patriots.
(BumFlags.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
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Looking toward the capitol dome from the Botanic Garden jungle catwalk.
(USBGcptl.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
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Caturday!
I dug up the old Oregon Scientific Thincam DS6628 and tried it on Pandora today, and the results are fairly hit-or-miss — mostly miss. This was the only good photo out of 13, and that only after a run through Auto Levels in Photoshop. There’s also this photo of Amy in the kitchen, but everything else I took with the camera this morning was just too dark and fuzzy. The Thincam works a lot better outdoors.
iminur()
iminur() – My First Python Script
So I’ve been learning Python this week, and coming from a PHP background, it’s been a bit difficult wrapping my head around a language where arrays are called “lists” (or “tuples” when they’re “immutable”), associative arrays are called “dictionaries,” everything is an object, and hierarchies are defined by layers of obsessively controlled white space. That said, after a bit of fooling around in IDLE, I present to you my very first Python script, posted here for your admiration and amusement:
def iminur():
a = raw_input("A Noun: ")
b = raw_input("A Verb: ")
c = raw_input("Another Noun: ")
if (b.endswith('ing') == 0):
b += 'ing'
x = "im in ur %s %s ur %s" % (a, b, c)
print x.upper()
iminur()
That is all. Note how it checks to see if you entered the verb in the progressive tense and then adds “ing” if you haven’t. I’m in your Python, correcting your verb tenses.