Matt W Cook

writer.former fundamentalist.christianly fellow

Sticks and Stones

There’s a bill in the pipes in America right now.  Read it.

So they’re hoping to make it a crime to ’cause substantial emotional distress’ through the Internet.  A crime to stress people out?
The bill claims that 60% of mental health professionals have treated, within the last five years, someone who has had a ‘problematic’ Internet experience.  Problematic?  C’mon guys, I have a problematic experience almost every day, Internet or no Internet.  A crime to stress people out?
So when did we become so thin-skinned?  When did it become an unbearable burden to have someone say a negative thing?  When did we lose the ability to endure stress?  We’re wimps!
And this bill, which I doubt will ever go through, would only make things worse.  The Law becomes that big brother who makes sure his wimpy brother doesn’t get into trouble at school.  The only problem is, that wimpy brother remains, perpetually, a wimp.  He loses the ability to think or fend for himself.  When threatened he doesn’t try to solve it on his own – he runs to his brother.  And woe to him the day his brother cannot save him.
Our hearts and minds have become fragile.  Good thing we’re told that there is a different kind of big Brother who won’t keep our problems from us, he’ll just make sure that our hearts and minds get whatever protection they need.

Sticks and Stones

There’s a bill in the pipes in America right now.  Read it.

So they’re hoping to make it a crime to ’cause substantial emotional distress’ through the Internet.  A crime to stress people out?
The bill claims that 60% of mental health professionals have treated, within the last five years, someone who has had a ‘problematic’ Internet experience.  Problematic?  C’mon guys, I have a problematic experience almost every day, Internet or no Internet.  A crime to stress people out?
So when did we become so thin-skinned?  When did it become an unbearable burden to have someone say a negative thing?  When did we lose the ability to endure stress?  We’re wimps!
And this bill, which I doubt will ever go through, would only make things worse.  The Law becomes that big brother who makes sure his wimpy brother doesn’t get into trouble at school.  The only problem is, that wimpy brother remains, perpetually, a wimp.  He loses the ability to think or fend for himself.  When threatened he doesn’t try to solve it on his own – he runs to his brother.  And woe to him the day his brother cannot save him.
Our hearts and minds have become fragile.  Good thing we’re told that there is a different kind of big Brother who won’t keep our problems from us, he’ll just make sure that our hearts and minds get whatever protection they need.

Off to the woods

I’m heading off on a canoe trip tomorrow morning. You know, one of those manly, father-son & other men sort of bonding time. Should be good.

I’ve been pretty regular with the blog lately, eh? Not too bad if I do say so myself. But I guess I won’t really be doing much on it for the next few days. Wi-fi isn’t so good up at 6-Mile Lake.

See ya!

You…twit

Okay, so I did it.  I’m a twit.

I resisted getting into Twitter for a few reasons.  I mena, I really still have hardly a clue about what it does.  And it’s not like I need another techno-thingy to take up my time.
But I got it anyway.  I don’t know if I’ll actually be using it.  Probably not, I guess.
I get excited about a lot of new things that I use for about a week, total.  Remember that poetry blog I had?  Or the short stories?  Or exercising?  I used to do a lot…but I only did it for a week.  Fads.  Lots of fads.
Sometimes it’s good for personal fads to die.  I find myself drifting away from Facebook.  Probably not a bad thing.  But I drift away from things that I want to be permanent fixtures in my life.  Discipline.  Activity.  The good that I know to do.
So I’m a twit.  I have a truck load of good resolves, and I flirt with them from time to time.  But very rarely do they stick.  How do I make them stick?  Do you have any good resolves that you’ve managed to make permanent parts of your life?  How did you do it?  Let me know!

Another one

I just stumbled across another blog I like. Maybe you’ll like it, too.
The Art of Nonconformity.

In other news, I’ve got a few neat projects just starting up. What are they? I’m not gonna tell you. And it’ll probably be months before they’re ready. By that time you’ll likely have forgotten all about it. So why tell you at all? Because jumping the gun is one of my favorite things to do.

Up, up and away

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, / neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD. / For as the heavens are higher than the earth, / so are my ways higher than your ways / and my thoughts than your thoughts.

You remember how in Narnia Aslan seemed to grow with the children? When Lucy got older she commented on how Aslan also seemed bigger. I guess it was suggesting that as we grow in our understanding and perspective, we see Christ as bigger because we are able to see him clearer than before.

Today God and his ways and thoughts seem very high and other to me. I have never really been able to understand skeptics who insist on judgin God by a human standard and putting him into human-made logic puzzles to try to keep him from existing.

A rock so big he couldn’t lift it? The question makes no sense.

I’ve always loved this verse. It reminds me of his transendence. How he is just so friggin’ beyond and above me. It reminds me to never allow myself to think of him after my own image. Comforting.

And today I noticed something else about it. Read it. Check out the context. The verses before it talk about how God will abundantly pardon and forgive the wicked if we come to him. And the declaration that he is not like is is meant as a comfort.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hold a grudge, like you would. I won’t act in spite, like you would. I won’t fall into self-pity when you insult me. I won’t grow self-conscious if you ignore me. I’m not like you. And because I’m not like you I stand at the gate waiting for you to come back to me. And when you do I’ll kill the fattened calf and have a party, nevermind how much youve been screwing up. Don’t worry about it – I’m not like you.”

Stuff that keeps me up at night #1

This.

I mean, seriously, the size of a man’s hand?  Kill a dog with one bite?  Hisses when pissed?  Frig!
I really can’t stand spiders.  I know they aren’t going to actually leap five meters and attached themselves to my face while they empty my eyesockets, but I feel like that’s what they’re going to do.
Once, while in Murree, we noticed a massive spider hanging on the wall above our bed.  It had a diameter of about two inches.  If you add in freak-a-dex factor (like Humidex, but related to freakiness instead of humidity) it was at least two feet and had blood dripping from its fangs.  Now, you would think that seeing such a thing would motivate me, the noble husband and father, to get into protect-family-mode and grapple with the beast.
Nope.
First I tried to get Ruth to kill it.  When she refused I ran downstairs to see if my buddy Jon was home.  He wasn’t.  His wife was.  She saved us, squshing it with a plastic golf club while I screamed like a girl.
It’s too bad, really.  Because I know spiders won’t hurt me.  But I feel they will.  I guess that’s just another way we’re screwed up, right?  My knowledge, experience and reason all take a back seat to the nearly all-powerful god of motivation: feelings.

Kill the Jerk

Michael Savage is a jerk.

I mean, seriously, he’s a total jerk.  He says a lot of hateful things about subjects that he seems painfully ignorant about.  I was particularily offended when he claimed that autism was ‘a brat who hasn’t been told to cut it out.’  Total jerk.  Would never invite him over to my house for dinner.
But the fact that he has been banned from Britain because of his jerk-ness scares me.  Him along with a few other jerks.
I can understand keeping militants out of your country, of course.  I get that.  I agree with it, no less.  But Savage and the Phelps family are nothing more than an ignorant bunch of jerks.  I worry only because the qualification for banning them is a subjective judgment of their character.  I worry about where a descion like this might lead in the future.  I realize, of course, that we cannot demand to enter a foriegn country.  If I want to go to Britain, and they refuse me, there is no reason for me to feel my rights have been infringed.  I understand that.  What I don’t understand is why being a jerk can become a real reason to keep someone out of a nation.

Fragile State of Things

Have you ever stopped to think about what civilization is actually built on?

I was thinking about that today. What is our mighty, human empire founded on? What is the foundation that we continually are adding to as we build up to the skies. What one thing, if it were gone, would send us over the edge into anarchy? What is the ‘official’ that keeps us from killing society?

I thought it might be the economy, but then realized that paper (or digital) money has no real inherent value. So I started wondering where money got its value from, and the answer was a little surprising. General Agreement.

The only reason a dollar is worth a dollar is because you, me and everyone else I know agrees that it’s worth a dollar. The dollar is an empty symbol. A picture of value, rather than value itself. It is a request that begs ‘Please accept this instead of something valuable.’ And we all honor it, because if we didn’t there would be nothing to base our commerce on.

And I think, in our age of democracy and freedom, that is how government works, too. Government is run, by and large, by public agreement. The general public decides (generally) who runs the show, what laws to have, and other such things. For the people, by the people, and all those other democratic slogans we chant.

But I start to wonder, are we, as a mass of people, really qualified to run our own show? I have been reading a bit about some of the anti-intellectual trends in the western world over the past thirty years. And I start to wonder, are we wise enough? Are we good enough? And if we’re not…then what?

Fragile State of Things

Have you ever stopped to think about what civilization is actually built on?

I was thinking about that today. What is our mighty, human empire founded on? What is the foundation that we continually are adding to as we build up to the skies. What one thing, if it were gone, would send us over the edge into anarchy? What is the ‘official’ that keeps us from killing society?

I thought it might be the economy, but then realized that paper (or digital) money has no real inherent value. So I started wondering where money got its value from, and the answer was a little surprising. General Agreement.

The only reason a dollar is worth a dollar is because you, me and everyone else I know agrees that it’s worth a dollar. The dollar is an empty symbol. A picture of value, rather than value itself. It is a request that begs ‘Please accept this instead of something valuable.’ And we all honor it, because if we didn’t there would be nothing to base our commerce on.

And I think, in our age of democracy and freedom, that is how government works, too. Government is run, by and large, by public agreement. The general public decides (generally) who runs the show, what laws to have, and other such things. For the people, by the people, and all those other democratic slogans we chant.

But I start to wonder, are we, as a mass of people, really qualified to run our own show? I have been reading a bit about some of the anti-intellectual trends in the western world over the past thirty years. And I start to wonder, are we wise enough? Are we good enough? And if we’re not…then what?