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Archive for September, 2009

30
Sep

They were chosen by Him for their Tussock Grass…

There’s a lot of natural beauty in the world, clearly the work of a Creator who is bursting with infinite love, He being a community of Love Itself. However, I think that when God created the world and all it’s natural beauty, He was pretty smitten with our little smattering of landmasses here in Godzone.

Despite my distinct bias as a Kiwi, I think my opinion that we’ve got some of the best ‘bits’ of His creation, is a reasonably well-informed one. However, I think we’ve also done better than many others at preserving these stunning bits of His creation. Let’s not overestimate our eco-virtuosity though…don’t get me started on Lake Taupo…

I’m typing this on a bus going south from Auckland, for a couple days of visits with friends. Apart from this being the cheapest option by $140 (and a bit gentler on the environment…don’t roll your eyes…yes, that includes you too Dumb Ox. You’re an eco-geek beneath that tough exterior. ;)), it’s also the most beautiful option. And given that I’ve been a Kiwi in flight since January, my antipodean heart is craving a little bit of Kiwi-flavoured natural beauty with all the trademarks of a wondrous Creator…*looks wistfully out the window at Tussock grass…and mammoth powerlines*

Ok, so it’s been raining since Pokeno, and there’s nothing but cloud in the sky, and I probably won’t get to see Ruapehu due to that, but it’s still a thousand times better than a postcard on my wall half a world away.

Anyway, I think my point is something like this: I know lately I’ve tended to get awfully ‘busy’ (read: chaotic). “You’re never ‘too busy’ for anything, you just decide not to make it a priority…” chimes my Mum. Sometimes the day finishes and I collapse into bed realising I’ve not even dwelled on His Word in any concentrated fashion. “Yeah, but You know how I much I love you Lord, really,” I’m tempted to say as I roll over and try to do a quick de-brief on the day, a meagre effort at an Examination of Conscience. “Yes, but do you appreciate how deeply I want to show my overwhelming love for you?” He probably replies. “Point taken…God, you win…righto, show me…” “Check out that Son of mine on the Cross.”

Some days, I’ve not even stopped to notice the sacramentality of the natural beauty around me (you can insert your preferred wonder of His creation at this point…spouse, children, family…generally anything not purely man-made will do…the Eucharist is a paramount choice!) How often do we lose that sense of wonder…

So that’s the underlying reason why I chose the bus today. Not just because I’m not made of millions, or because I think its important to at least consider the environmental impact of my actions (having seen the effects of large scale dismissal of the environment in other parts of the world…it’s worth putting effort in to preserving what we have)…but because I think my soul needs a good reminder of God the Lover from those natural sacramentals…good, hearty New Zealand landscape…lakes, mountains, cabbage trees, flax, desert road, the Taihape gumboot (wait, landscape?), rapids, cliff faces, the several varieties of the Hebes tree species (go 6th Form bio field trips), tussock grass and shorelines…praise the Creator that’s madly in love with Kiwis (and I guess all the rest of humanity too…).

P.S. That last sentence reminds me of a great button I bought years ago and gave away in a moment of excessive generosity. It said in big font “Jesus loves you” then below in smaller font “…but I’m His favourite.” If anyone has any idea where I could get another one, I’d love to know…

29
Sep

Man-made global warming is my religion

Here is part of a great article that I stumbled upon last week, you can the full article here.

Global warming hotheads freeze out science’s sceptics

GARTH Paltridge was a chief research scientist with the CSIRO’s division of atmospheric research before becoming the director of the Institute of Antarctic and Southern Ocean Studies and chief executive of the Antarctic Co-operative Research Centre.

His latest sceptical contribution to the debate on the dangers of carbon dioxide is a book, endearingly titled The Climate Caper.

Paltridge gives a crisp summary of the physics and economics of climate change, but I want to focus here on his account of the new green religion. “Perhaps the most interesting question in all this business is how it can be that the scientific community has become so over-the-top in support of its own propaganda about the seriousness and certainty of upcoming drastic climate change. Scientists after all are supposed to be unbiased in their assessment of a problem and are expected to tell it as it is. Over the centuries they have built up the capital of their reputation on just that supposition. And for the last couple of decades they have put that capital very publicly on the line in support of a cause which, to say the least, is overhung by an enormous amount of doubt. So how is it that the rest of the scientific community, uncomfortable as it is with both the science of global warming and the way its politics is being played, continues to let the reputation of science in general be put at considerable risk because of the way the dangers of climate change are being vastly oversold?”

Part of the answer lies in the way institutions find ways to silence their employees. Paltridge himself was involved in setting up the Antarctic research centre in the early 90s with the CSIRO. As he recalls: “I made the error at the time of mentioning in a media interview — reported extensively in The Australian on a slow Easter Sunday — that there were still lots of doubts about the disaster potential of global warming. Suffice it to say that within a couple of days it was made clear to me from the highest levels of CSIRO that, should I make such public comments again, then it would pull out of the process of forming the new centre.” The CSIRO, it turned out, was in the process of trying to extract many millions of dollars for further climate research at the time.

Almost the only scientists at liberty to speak their minds are retirees, such as William Kininmonth and Paltridge himself. He gives an example, Brian Tucker, a former chief of CSIRO’s Atmospheric Research Division. Tucker was “a specialist in numerical climate modelling and therefore knew better than most where the bodies are buried in the climate change game. He kept remarkably quiet about his worries on the matter. Then he retired, and for four or five years thereafter was the bane of the global warming establishment because of his very public stance against many of its sacred cows.” Eventually he was marginalised by being described as “one of the usual suspects, who was now out of date and in any event was probably on the payroll of industry”.

Paltridge says that behind the climate change debate there are two basic truths seldom articulated. “The first is that the scientists pushing the seriousness of global warming are perfectly well aware of the great uncertainty attached to their cause. The difficulty for them is to ensure that the lip service paid to uncertainty is enough to convince governments of the need to continue research funding, but is not enough to cast real doubt on the case for action. The paths of public comment and official advice on the matter have to be trodden very carefully. The second basic truth is that there is a belief among scientific ‘global warmers’ that they are an under-funded minority among a sea of wicked sceptics who are extensively funded by industry and close to Satan. The difficulty for them is to maintain a belief in their own minority status while insisting in public that the sceptics, at least among the ranks of the scientifically literate, are very few.”

The Royal Society did its own reputation a disservice by sending a letter to Exxon-Mobil oil corporation declaring an anathema on dissident climate research. It said: “To be still producing information that misleads people about climate change is unhelpful. The next IPCC report should give the people the final push they need to take action and we can’t have people trying to undermine it.”

Paltridge says: “The staggering thing is that the society, which in other circumstances would be the first to defend the cause of free inquiry … seemed not to be able to hear what it was saying.”

He takes a gloomy view of the likelihood that the political class will soon come to its senses. “One suspects that a fair amount of the shrillness of the climate message derives from a fear that something will happen to prick the scientific balloon so carefully inflated and overstretched over the last few decades. But the IPCC doesn’t really need to worry. The difficulty for the sceptics is that credible argument against accepted wisdom requires, as did the development of the accepted wisdom itself, large-scale resources which can only be supplied by the research institutions. Without those resources, the sceptic is only an amateur who can quite easily be confined to outer darkness.”

In the last chapter, Paltridge lists some hidden agendas. “There are those who, like president (Jacques) Chirac of France, look with favour on the possibility of an international de-carbonisation regime because it would be the first step towards global government. There are those who, like the socialists before them, see international action as a means to force a redistribution of wealth both within and between individual nations. There are those who, like the powerbrokers of the European Union, look upon such action as a basis for legitimacy. There are those who, like bureaucrats the world over, regard the whole business mainly as a path to the sort of power which, until now, has been wielded only by the major religions. More generally, there are those who, like the politically correct everywhere, are driven by a need for public expression of their own virtue.”

28
Sep

Increedulous!

Baradene College of the Sacred Heart in Auckland just celebrated their centennial last week, and my congratulations goes to the college and to all the students and alumna. However, news has reached my humble little ears of some rather concerning events at the celebratory Mass during the festivities that has, well, concerned me (to say the least).

Now, to start, a disclaimer: I didn’t attend the Mass, and I am (obviously) not a past pupil of the college. However, I do have a number of very good friends who are past pupils, and a number of them did attend the Mass. I am also working on getting an image of the order of service to prove that this isn’t heresay.

On with the show. There were two events that have me worried. The first is around the choice of Psalm for reading during the Mass. What would you think that a Catholic college would choose for such an auspicious event? Psalm 19? Psalm 27? Good ol’ Psalm 145? :) How about Aotearoa Psalm 31 by Joy Cowley? What’s that? You’re not familiar with the classic “Child Like Trust”? Neither was I. In fact, I didn’t even know that Ms Cowley was a Psalmist like King David. I would have thought that her writings would be considered poems or personal prayers (at best), but I thought that we were supposed to read from Holy Scripture when at Mass?

But hey – what do I know?

One thing I do know is the Creed. In fact, I know two: the Apostle’s and the Nicene. Well, actually, now I apparently know three. Let me copy and paste from the order of service the “creed” read by those in attendance at this Thanksgiving Mass, shall I?

“We believe in God
creating and giving life to the world
mother and father to us all
regardless of race, class or gender
love indescribable and beyond our imagining
yet closer than our breathing.
We believe in Jesus
the Way of God
confronting violence with self-giving
the Truth of God
challenging all hypocrisy and false values
the Life of God
inviting us to the realm of forgiveness and new beginnings.
We believe in the Spirit
breathing into us renewing power
interpreting our longings and searchings after truth
and probing with us the depths of Gods wisdom.
We believe in the company of God’s people
called to live and be in Christ
in the knowledge of forgiveness and the strength to stand as God’s daughters and sons
in the promise of God which sustains us in what we know and invites us to travel on in discovery and hope.”

According to the Baradene school website, part of the vision of the college is “to educate towards a faith which is relevant in today’s world”. How in the hallibut is that wishy-washy rubbish I just copied and pasted above relevant to today’s world? Who, in the organising of this huge event in the history of the school, thought it would be a good idea to turf out the very statement of belief which has described our Faith for hundreds of years and which was not doubt proclaimed by Saint Madeline Sophie Barat who founded the Society of the Sacred Heart (which built the network of Sacred Heart schools) in the first place?!?!?!?! How is that a good idea?!?!

This kind of thing just makes me furious! It is another example of the failed experiment of the last few decades. We seem to think that we need to change the Message at the heart of our Faith. It was never the Message that had any flaws or problems – it was simply the packaging! So why don’t we just focus on that, and leave the Truth of Jesus Christ and His Church alone!!!!!

ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!

27
Sep

A bucket list

Today I just wanted to link to this beautiful page, which I would really recommend you read – it is about Edith Stein’s life (aka Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross) Click here . (Don’t be put off by its structure as a timeline).

She held a doctorate in philosophy (quite remarkable for a woman at the time), died in a Nazi gas chamber, dismissed religion in early life but eventually became a nun – and wrote some interesting papers on the topic of death and dying. I just watched the movie “The bucket list” for the first time; hence my thinking about this topic. Do you have a bucket list? Do you ever even think about dying?

It’s funny how we can’t quite comprehend our own deaths – or even death itself. Perhaps that is a proof that we are programmed to know we will go on in some way.

“Why should we die? Why should we, the flower of the living kingdom, lose our youthful bloom and go to seed? Why should we grow old in body and mind, losing our various powers – first gradually, then altogether in death?” Leon Kass, M.D. in “The Case for Mortality”

Indeed why?

26
Sep

Losing Courtship

Courtship is a word that has seemingly lost much of its meaning in the modern world. It used to conjure up thoughts of being chivalrous, proper, and wonderfully exciting. It required the building of strong values and maturity. It was the pursuit and consideration of someone for a lifelong relationship. But, no longer is the case today.

In the modern, more advanced world, there are many far ‘better’ options than the traditional courtship. Easily the most appealing option, at least in New Zealand seemingly, is the one requiring the least commitment for the most ‘benefit’, the ‘partnership’. The, ‘lets live like a married couple, but still live without the unneeded commitment of marriage and all the ‘burdens’ that come alone with it, especially children’ style of relationship.

As someone about to be married in the coming months, I have seen the joys and difficulties of almost five years of courtship. I would not trade a single moment of it. While five years of courtship may seem long to some, it was exactly right for us, especially throwing in the long distance as well. It was a time to learn about each other, to learn what love means once the infatuation has worn off somewhat (note: I am still completely head over heels for her, utterly over the moon in love and still get butterflies in my stomach every time going to see her), and it was a good amount of time for us to logically consider what marriage would mean for us and if we wanted to go down that path together. She is now my best friend, my soulmate, and very soon, will be my partner ’till death do us part’. I can say, in large part due to our courtship and boundaries set up therein, that I have no doubt in making the right choice. I often think, how would our relationship be different if either of us did not have the commitment to live this time of courtship well?

Now, what happens when ‘courtship’ loses it flavour with the young generation? Cohabitation. From Michael Gerson at the Washington Post:

‘In the absence of a courtship narrative, young people have evolved a casual, ad hoc version of their own: cohabitation. From 1960 to 2007, the number of Americans cohabiting increased fourteenfold. For some, it is a test-drive for marriage. For others, it is an easier, low-commitment alternative to marriage. About 40 percent of children will now spend some of their childhood in a cohabiting union.’

I seem to recall starting in 1960 something else happening as well – sexual promiscuity exploding out of control. Interesting timing.

Gerson goes on to aptly put:

‘Relationships defined by lower levels of commitment are, not unexpectedly, more likely to break up. Three-quarters of children born to cohabiting parents will see their parents split up by the time they turn 16, compared with about one-third of children born to married parents.’

So, what does this mean for the future generations of young 20 somethings? What example has been set for them and how will this play out in their lives? Will the average age of marriage keep getting older? Will marriage rates continue to plummet? Or have we reached the bottom of the pit, and as most things throughout history, we will see a swing back towards traditional marriage and family values? To these questions, I am not sure of the answer. But, if I am a betting man (some may have you believe this…), I say we have not seen anything yet.

Read the article, it is well worth it. The main thing I would disagree with is the statement, ‘cohabitation by engaged couples seems to have no adverse effect on eventual marriage.’ I would say no matter when it occurs, cohabitation is a sign of future trouble within marriage. Especially if you are striving to live a Christian life, it is selfish and incompatible with the building of virtue and living sacrificially for your (future) spouse.

Thoughts anyone?

25
Sep

“The fingers you have used to dial are too fat. To obtain a special dialing wand, please mash the keypad with your palm now.”

Oh I know it has nothing to do with today’s post, but I’ve always like the above line from The Simpsons. Anyway…

Not having to go to work isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Instead of having copius amounts of free time, I find I’ve been quite busy these last couple of weeks with the packing and the moving and the sorting and the phone calls (and computer games). Makes me wish I was back at work. Almost.

I’ve been pretty much oblivious to the happenings of the outside world the last few days, so I was surprised by the amount of people on Queen Street onWednesday afternoon. I was on may way up to JB Hi-Fi to have a look at SD cards for my camera (aren’t you gladI’m around to regale you with tales of my everyday life) and there were lots of people just hanging around in groups by the street edge. I didn’t click for awhile and I guess didn’t realise what was going on until I saw a bunch of construction workers lounging about on what appeared to be a lunch break. ‘Strange’ I thought as construction workers are normally working hard 24/7 and barely have time to stop unless it’s to wolf whistle at passing women (apologies to all construction workers I’m offending). Another clue was that most of the throngs of people gathering were men.

I wandered into JB Hi-Fi to find the place eerily empty and devoid of the usual crowds of lonely office workers and gamers (apologies to any office workers and gamers I’m offending). What could be more enticing than a lunch hour of perusing the bargains on offer? I then suspected that this Wednesday was the day where half naked people (I say people because there was at least one big, hairy, topless man on a bike) where cavorting down Queen Street. My suspicisions were confirmed upon exiting JB Hi-Fi (a pleasant crowd free shopping experience as most of the pimply teenaged boys that are usually in the store were outside on the streets (apologies to any pimpled youths I’m offending)) to find the parade in full swing. The amount of men around with phones / camera phones was amazing. You almost thought the Pope or some other fairly important person was coming down Queen Street. But no, it was only some bikes, a tank, and aforementioned topless people. How exciting. Seriously people, it wasn’t that exciting. You can see a tank online anyday. Apparently this is the 7th or 8th time this parade has happened and you would have thought it would lose it’s appeal after the first couple of times.

Anyway, I was pondering the events of the afternoon while having lunch in a downtown foodcourt. Alone. All alone. And I piece of egg fried rice or maybe the honey soy chicken went down the wrong way. In the midst of my choking fit, I wondered if any of the other patrons would notice and come to my aid if I collapsed into my greasy food. From what I could tell, conversations went on and noone noticed. Which made me think how I would react if I saw someone in desparate need. Would I wait for someone bigger, burlier, and more heroic to step in? Would I panic and freeze?

And then I thought, I’ve got to relate this somehow to what I write on Friday…. so what would Jesus do if he saw all the people gawking at the parade down Queen Street? I’m out of time to ponder as I’m selling my car today (in an hour) and need to do a final car wash to thank Max for the good times.

24
Sep

Doing business with the world

This week I wanted to follow up on a blog I wrote a couple of weeks back on women and work. I have been thinking about a few things in regards to comments left by various bloggers.

Firstly, by no means was I trying to denigrate motherhood and neither was I endorsing plonking children into day care soon after they are born. My point was, clearly it was missed by some – probably my own fault – that surely when the state and employers encourage women who want to have babies to have babies, this is a good thing. Aren’t we heading in the right direction by encouraging families to have more children and making family life an attractive option? Surely, favourable work conditions would make it easier for women who want to have children to resist cultural trends that do not actively encourage the family?

I wasn’t rejecting Motherhood or even completely ceasing work to look after a family. All I was saying is that professions should accommodate for mothers who wish to re-enter their profession at some stage. Or as other bloggers intelligently pointed out, some form of voluntary study that allows for a mother to keep up to date with what is happening in her field or allowances for part time work. Partaking in such activities (if one believes that they are capable) does not necessarily equate with selfish desires for career mobility and success – a mother can serve wider society through other talents related to her profession.

I respect all mothers on the blog who have expressed their commitment to full-time motherhood and have given up their careers for it. That’s wonderful and I applaud you, we need more women like yourselves. Yet knowing what I am like, I would probably opt to pick up my career part time when my children (imaginary, at this point) were older or engage in service activities related to my profession if it wasn’t detrimental to family life. I have been thinking about the concept of 1950s suburban neurosis (one of the big issues for 1960s feminists)and its causes. One cause, I believe, has much to do with a black and white/ “biological deterministic” approach to the nature of woman, that is, the opinion that women should remain in the private sphere and stay out of the public sphere as her talents are best utilised in the home. This is simply not true – women are profoundly capable of serving society in both the private and public spheres according to their personal circumstances.