Cage Stage

Old Razormouth article, but still a good read: Why I Left Calvinism. (Not Really.) “I heard George Grant say one time that every new Calvinist should be locked in a cage for the first two years of ‘Reformed Enlightenment.’ He called those two years the ‘cage stage.'”

I think a lot of us go through a “cage stage” — not necessarily a Calvinist one — at the point of switching from one belief system to another. I was a cage-stager in my first few years after leaving Roman Catholicism to become a bible-thumping fundamentalist evangelical Protestant (“Oh, that poor cult of Mary-worshipping traditionalist cannibals!”), and I went through a cage-stage-Lite when I discovered Calvinism (“But the ‘L’ in TULIP is asbolutely crucial!“). I’ve seen converts to Catholicism, Orthodoxy, Buddhism, Amillenialism, Atheism, Christian Hedonism, Old-Earth Creationism, Poststructuralism, and other -ism’s, go through conniptions of righteousness, flush with the joy of discovering The Truth, and quick to denounce all ideological threats to its Glorious Wonder — which usually covers just about everything from Disney movies and Chicken Soup to Jabez and the Rapture. Some believers and unbelievers never outgrow the phase, and go on to become pastors, writers, activists, and bloggers.

On the other hand, I don’t want to turn into a cage-stage anti-cage-stager, and fall into the trap of undiscerning ecumenical relativism. I will never cease to affirm the central truths of the Word: faith in Christ alone, and love for God and neighbor; and my spirit stays on guard against the legion of errors and stumbling blocks the enemy has laid for the believer. Yet it bears knowing that sometimes my own pride and passion for the truth can be one of those stumbling blocks, especially when my ears do not listen.

A harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.

More good stuff: “Faith Alone in Faith Alone?”

On Broccoli-Nuking

Microwaving broccoli leaches nutrients? I had thought that the microwave was healthier than boiling, since there was less water to dissolve the nutrients. I guess I should just start eating more of it raw. With dip. Or does that dissolve precious fluids too?

Vanity

Wade Hodges has a biblical alternative to 40 Days of Purpose. Heh heh.

(Okay, okay, so I’m a bit bitter. When I was in Baltimore, I attended several services at a PCUSA church which got so Purpose-Driven-Crazy that they showed a Rick Warren merchandise video at the call to worship, and the pastor filled his Easter Sermon with Purpose-Driven plugs. I stopped attending there pretty soon after. But before I get too elitist about this, I shall sober myself with an Outland admonition. Humble humble.)

Go Yankees

Thanks to Amy’s influence, I’m now rooting for the Yanks. (At least until Washington DC revives the Senators.) My sympathies to all you Sox fans out there. I remain receptive to contrary views.

To Kris and Hell and Back Again

I had little to say for Kris Aquino’s latest debacle because most of what I thought at the time, I had written just over a year ago.

(Backgrounder for those just arriving: Kris is the daughter of a national martyr and a former president, who is now a shrill and ditzy talk/game show host, and makes a habit of consorting with rich, married, high-profile movie stars. Now she says her latest boyfriend, a city mayor, was physically abusive, pointed a gun at her, and gave her a venereal disease.)

I cannot bring myself to feel sympathy or admiration for her. I know I tread on eggshells when I say that; certainly no woman deserves to be so treated for not having known better — even when she should know better. But when the lady publicly gallivants with married macho men, runs home to mommy after being jilted/abused, makes a showbiz spectacle of herself, then repeats the whole cycle all over again; at what point in this recurring drama are we supposed to consider her a heroine or a role model?

Lia points us to an important bit of perspective here: Incredible Kris (also published in shortened form in Inquirer). Meanwhile, another commentator considers other takes on Kris’ story.

At first, I had thought of commenting on Kris’s poor taste in men as typifying the Erap-esque macho stereotype which so pervades the Filipino psyche. Then I tried paralleling Kris’s own repetitive relational disasters as symbolic of the country’s penchant for electing, ousting, forgiving, and re-electing the wrong politicians. Then I thought about the fiery circus surrounding Kris’s “shocking revelations” and how the Philippine media milked the debacle for all it was worth, little helping the nation’s collective IQ.

Finally, I decided to just empty my mind and let Teta do the Tohking.

Photos / of

Photos are back, now with pretty URLs. This was achieved with mod_rewrite and a line in .htaccess:

RewriteRule ^photos/of/(.*)/([0-9]+)$

/photos/album.php?directory=$1&photo=$2

(on one line)

That line takes the info from the album script’s query string and puts them into the new URL, thus hiding default cruft. The result: friendlier, more human navigation.

(I’ve tested it, but please inform me if any problems are encountered.)