Unorganized Religion

It always amuses me how “spiritual” folk go on and on about how they hate “organized religion,” without bothering to consider that worship of God among the religious cannot but be organized in some way or another. (Link, by the way is from Remora Remora, a blog which happily picks the cliches from our linguistic fur.)

Let’s do away with this sophomoric idea that “organized religion” is something to be rebelled against in favor of some nebulous idea of self-determined personal faith. Yes, Jesus touches us in a deeply personal manner, but his love is something we share with in loving interaction with a community of believers. If we spiritually keep to ourselves without that sense of community, we will only stagnate.

As this Navy Chaplain puts it:

Unorganized religion doesn’t build hospitals or schools. Unorganized religion doesn’t create nursing homes and orphanages. Spiritual prima donnas with no accountability and no network may think that feeding the hungry is a great idea, but the hungry starve unless folks get organized to feed them.

Is there hypocrisy in the “organized” institution of the church? You betcha. But there is even more hypocrisy in maintaining that one is too “spiritual” to mingle with an imperfect church. To forsake the community of the faithful is to deprive oneself of wider horizons, and is disobedience to the God who ordains orderly worship.

So abandon whatever preconceptions you might have about “organized religion” and get with it. And if you think something’s wrong, then work to fix it — once you yourself are right with God. If one can work past disillusionment at hypocrisy and learn instead to fix eyes on Christ rather than the faults of imperfect people, then faith will grow and flourish.

Rift Among Bloggers

What with the media-induced hullabaloo over the press’ attempts to simplistically dichotomize “old-school” and “war” bloggers, it’s worth noting that that bifurcation already exists on a subtler level with the E/N scene. Often misrepresented by “StileProject”-type sites which broadcast mostly pornography and shocking death photos, the E/N world holds itself apart from the blogging world, with E/N websites loathe to be identified as “blogs,” though strictly speaking, they work on the same principle of regularly, remotely updated content.

I might be way off, though, so I don’t mind correction in this, but I think it’s safe to say that, barring further attempts at goading by the mainstream media, this “warblogger” thing should blow over and, at worst, settle into an E/N kind of tension with the so-called “old school.”

More from Kottke, and some interesting precognitive insight at HYCW.

Jose Padilla Dirty Bomb

“Dirty bomb” terrorist apprehended. Hmm, his real name is “Jose Padilla”; that name is either Hispanic or Filipino. There’s no determining ethnicity from these news reports, though; looks like they’re being PC about his race.

More on Dirty Bombs from Fox News, an In-Depth FAQ from CNN, and another FAQ from TerrorismAnswers.com. Perhaps some potassium iodide pills for citizens here in DC would be nice. Um, hello? Federal government? You guys in your bunkers listening? ;)

kris10 says mission trips are a crock

[Followup: Updates here, two years later.]

“Miss Kris10” here thinks mission trips are a “crock,” while at the same time she claims to be a Christian. (No relation, by the way, to this kris10, who is on hiatus.)

Pardon me, “PassTheDutchie,” but missionaries do not do the backbreaking work they do in third world countries just to “bribe the natives” into accepting Christ, nor are they scared into doing into it with threats of Hell.

Missionaries like the New Tribes Missions, of which Martin and Gracia were a part, do these things because we are called by Christ to go out into the world to love and serve all people, just as He came to this world to love and serve us by His sacrifice. Whether the people come to Christ or not, missions workers will have no regrets about the service they do. Just as Jesus Christ did not revile those who tortured him, insulted him, and ultimately crucified him. Even hanging upon the cross, he called forgiveness upon his executioners, and carried on to death the sacrifice by which he saved us all.

I hope to finish my MA next year, and after that, I plan to go into missions and ministry work, part-time or maybe even full-time, as a graphic designer and web developer for Christian causes in the third world. And I will not be doing this for fear of punishment in Hell, nor out of idiocy, but because it is the command of the God whom I love. Will you, Kris10, then take me to task for my stupid naivete in suffering pointless tedium for the sake of the stupid natives?

Rail away, then. But I prefer to be filled with the love of our Lord Jesus; and I am far happier spreading the overflow of that love to those less fortunate in the world, rather than spewing selfish misanthropy from a blog. Christianity, despite what misconceptions you may cling to, does not consist entirely of WWJD bracelets and “Jesus Saves!” bumper stickers. Perhaps you should open your mind.

[link via Lia]

Update: Well, she remains cocky and outspoken. Let her be cocky and outspoken on her own, then. Myself, I’m going to stick with my horrible evil organized religion. ;)

Skating DC Memorials

It’s been an excellent weekend for skating, and DC’s a great town for it. I was out on my wheels for four hours yesterday and four more hours today, and my legs sure are tired. Yesterday I went down New Hampshire to Dupont Circle, down Massachusets Ave. to 16th Street, stopped at the White House to watch some roller hockey players at President’s Roadblock, then circled around down the Mall to the Smithsonian Museums.

I switched to sandals at the National Gallery of Art and checked in my backpack and skates to wander about the galleries and look at paintings. Beautiful collection! I got to see works such as Copley’s Watson and the Shark, Rembrandt’s Apostle Paul, Da Vinci’s portrait of Ginevra de’Benci, and an especially intriguing series of four narrative paintings by Thomas Cole: The Voyage of Life.

From there, I skated up to the Washington Monument, then around the Tidal Basin to the Jefferson Memorial, where I stopped to take photos of the view from the Memorial to the White House. From there, I struggled down the rough gravel paths along the opposite end of the Tidal Basin to the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial, a pleasant affair of fountains and carvings decorated with quotes by FDR.

Today was a Mall-and-Reflecting-Pool Day. After hanging out again at the Washington Monument and lounging a bit on the grassy hill to watch kitefliers, I went around the Reflecting Pool a few times, then took off my skates to view the following Memorials, in order: Korean War, Vietnam War, and the Lincoln Memorial. Then, I rolled back down the Reflecting Pool and back up to the Monument to watch the sunset. As it grew dark, it was a long, grueling uphill skate back around the White House and up Meridian Hill to get back home.

Whew! Some additional skating notes for beginning and aspiring DC skaters tomorrow. (And Aaron might also have some advice.) I’m exhausted.

Mobile Blog

With the Blogger API up and running again, I can post to my mobile blog once more; only now it’s published to my blog sidebar on this page. (Which leaves me at a loss as to what to do with the blogspot space. Ah, forget that.)

Well, it’s such a nice day, I’m off to skate down to The Mall so I can hang around one of the Smithsonians. See you in the mobile sidebar! :D