The Honour Cycle

22 January, 2017 § Leave a comment

This is a brief thought that I have been wrestling with the last couple of days:

To give honour to someone is to interact with them in light of their identity in Christ; to recognize the weight that has been attributed to their name because of what God has done through Christ Jesus. Honour leads to respect; our own gift to that person of admission and recognition of their value and identity in Christ. Respect leads to submission as the recognition of God’s name, His servant and His sent one calls us to give them precedence over ourselves and assuming the towel of servitude we wash their feet in an effort to identify with Christ–honouring them through our submission.

black-couple-fighting-100Honour, respect, submission, this cycle of selflessness is what we are called to in the scriptures in all of the “one another’s” in the New Testament. But often we come out of the cycle and demand one or other without the rest. Submission without respect is slavery and respect without honour is the blind leading the blind. You cannot come out of the cycle and demand that a wife respect her husband or that a husband love his wife if neither of them honour one another for who God has said that they are; the helpmeet–the headship and go forward from their identity into their deeds.


100 Years of Poetry: Re-Reading Reviews by Joel Brouwer

22 August, 2012 § 13 Comments

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Check this out! This is the best review of literature reviews that I’ve read in a long time.

100 Years of Poetry: Re-Reading Reviews by Joel Brouwer.

The Last, Last, Last, Last Frontier

4 June, 2012 § 1 Comment

It’s characteristic of us as humans to talk about things we have no business talking about in absolute words; every, always, very–so when I hear some white coat talk about the last frontier for humanity I liken it to that bad advertisement technique that Lucas employed for his vhs edition of the Star Wars Trilogy “For the VERY! LAST! TIME!”
Give me a break. In my mind the greatest hubris of humanity is to think that we have discovered all that there is to know about everything able to be known. This is the same principle for when somebody cusses to put power behind their statement. If what you are saying doesn’t come across as overly important, absolute words and a vulgar vocabulary are not going to the trick either.  Calmly, clearly and briefly spoken truth is the way to go every time.

Changing Bulbs | Part 2 of 3

11 May, 2012 § 1 Comment

Chronological scaffolding is when what I write reflects who I have been reading. The chronological scaffolding of your work is like the ladder that changes the light bulb that shines a brighter light on your work for your reader’s/viewers benefit. It is the chair that gives a leg up to those who are a little too short to reach the top shelf without a little help. In essence: it is your favorite authors, poets, screen writers, directors, painters, sculptors and so on and so forth. Of the two kinds of scaffolding, chronological scaffolding is the kind that you do not mind to see as you are walking through the halls of a fine establishment, because you know it means that due diligence has been made to ensure a quality outcome.

Next Friday: Mechanical Scaffolding

Don’t forget to read the first in the triology: Intro to Scaffolding

The Holes in My Jeans

23 March, 2012 § Leave a comment

The holes in my jeans let me know they have been worn–let me know that they are my jeans with my holes that I wore into them. Nobody else is responsible for the holes in my jeans. My holes that speak of knees that work and play hard. The holes that my legs have to navigate when I wear my jeans so as not to cause further damage from a caught toe. The holes in my jeans let me know they are mine.

A Matter of Standard

20 March, 2012 § 2 Comments

Today I spent an hour kidding myself as I wandered the stacks at my local community library. I came to get the first in a series of books but it was checked out and on hold a dozen times over. I thought perhaps by perusing I might entice myself to another interest but to no avail.
I walked out empty handed.

I wonder at my stubborn will to read one novel but pass over decades of novel’s yet to be read. Am I selfish? I want, what I want, how I want , when I want it.


It’s the same, I’ve come to realize, as my habit I have developed in picking a pare of tennis shoes to buy. I like a certain color and shape and feel and if I can not find it that day I would rather walk one more day in my decaying tennies than to settle for less than for what I came to buy.

Pleading the Proverbial Fifth

17 February, 2012 § 7 Comments

I’m going through a reduction of conversations in life: time, money, writing–in order to communicate a clearer message. Today at 5:15pm I will be deactivating my Facebook account. Not in pointless protest of change or any such ridiculous thing, but in order that I might more intentionally live life and share in life’s immediate conversations more poignantly.    There are two reasons for taking this measure and they are the pressure of being present and my philosophy of people.

Having given it 24 hours since I announced my leaving of Facebook, I have already spoken to one person who feels freer now to deactivate her Facebook account because my wife and I are leaving. This led to a realization that I hadn’t quite fully grasped, but had an idea of, when I announced my leaving. People, especially friends and family who we’ve both recently moved away from, expect a great deal of involvement in their lives because of our presence on Facebook, and when that involvement isn’t met there is hurt and resentment. The pressure of being present on Facebook is enormous. I have a friend who never bought into the whole, “get a Facebook” craze, because of the pressure involved, and now I understand some of that.

Not only is the pressure of our presence so poisoning (had to), but I’m also realizing that my philosophy of people doesn’t agree with the philosophy that Facebook promotes of how to build an effective relationship. Information alone doesn’t constitute a healthy relationship. On Facebook, you don’t even really have to know the person to know their birthday, relationship status and what they ate for breakfast. In this ever shrinking world, with implements like Facebook, texting, twitter and the like, you are never sure who heard (or misheard) you. That analogue afternoon never happens. I can really only keep up with so many conversations before the input that I have to give in these conversations becomes so paltry that I might as well have not spoken.  I don’t want to speak in every conversation. Neither I nor anyone I know is a true renaissance man, and to be honest, I don’t want to be.

I plead the fifth.

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