Shawn Young: Reverse Angle

the clanks and rattles of a minister, husband, father, business owner, and out-of-boxer.

"Tylenol" isn't the official name for it. But I like the name. This is the most addictive form of Solitaire you will ever play.



Start with a well shuffled deck of cards.

Start laying down the cards face up- from left to right.

It may take a while to get a card to play.

What you're looking for is either a matching suit or a matching value on two cards next to each other.

If there's a match, you put the far right card on top of the other one.

A match can also be made two cards back. Two is the limit though. You can't jump over more cards than that to make a match.

And you really hit the sweet zone when you can make more than one move per card.

See from this image that the Six of Spades will play on the Eight of Spades...


...and then on the Six of Hearts (you take the whole pile underneath when you move a card), ...

 
...and then on the Ace of Spades.

By eliminating the cards in between the Two of Diamonds now becomes eligible to be played on the Ten of Diamonds.


Continue playing all the cards in the deck, trying to condense them by the methods shown above.

The object of the game is to end up with ONLY ONE PILE WITH ALL THE CARDS.

I've been playing this game for 7 years (we played it on our honeymoon, and at least 25 times a night during the first year of marriage), and I have never won. It's very difficult, but incredibly fun. I've taught it to a few kids in the youth group, and they have claimed to have won (some more than once), but I refuse to accept that. If you win this game in the first day of playing, then you didn't do the first step. The deck REALLY needs to be shuffled to know that you're starting with a clean, fair deck.

It's a ton of fun. Give it a shot.

Probably not even worth a blog post, but I recently watched this film, and I need to get a questioned answered.

[Spoiler Alert]

I'm really only addressing this question to a select number of my friends. You see, there are a handful of close friends that I trust enough to take movie advice from. I know that if they enjoy a movie, there's a good chance I will too. A good portion of these friends had the same comment about Shutter Island:

"It was pretty good with a great twist at the end."

Since there was such a unified response, I decided it was definitely one to watch- so I did. It was enjoyable, and I liked most of the cast. I was, however, a bit confused at the end. Not confused about what happened, mind you; I was confused about which part of the ending my trusted friends were impressed with.

So I ask: Were you shocked by the fact that he was a patient the whole time, or that he voluntarily lobotomized himself?

The reason I ask: I need to re-evaluate my movie friends. It's been a few years since I did a quality control survey, and I think it's time.

One answer will lead to being bumped down on my list, and one will insure movie friendship until the next evaluation.

If you think we should be movie friends, by all means- comment. I'd like to have a big cinematic posse to discuss things with.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Random Sunday R2

I ate Chipotle two days in a row.

I never seem to learn any lessons involving sun protection. I spent all day yesterday outside taking pictures. Now, I'm suffering from a nuissance burn. It's not severe- it's just there. If I had hair, it would hurt to comb it.

They always tell you that the worst time to take photographs is when the sun is directly overhead. This is really only partially accurate. If you're taking traditional portraits, it's the least flattering time. However, if you have lots of nice cloud cover, portraits will look superb at noon. And if your goal is to blow out and wash out, lunch time is always the way to go.

Speaking of outdoor lighting and photgraphy, three days ago I caught a handful of shots outside because the color temperature was surreal. I thought for a minute someone had somehow slipped grapefruit colored filters over my eyes. I realized when I took the shots that it would be hard to explain the environment by the photographs because the camera has its own perception of white balance, and I could very easily tweak the settings to whatever I wanted before uploading. But I uploaded it anyway.  


I still have two business phone numbers for MatriMoments. I keep holding on to both of them because my business cards still have the older number printed on them. The irony: if I got rid of the old number, the money I'd save would pay for about 2000 new business cards.

I'm going to learn to read Braille. It seems strange, since I really wouldn't be able to appreciate learning it unless I lost my sight. Having friends with a child who will soon depend on Braille to read has really enhanced my desire to understand it. And all the little things that we take for granted. For example, an elevator has floor numbers written in Braille, but how would a blind person know that the elevator was going up or down when they got on? Is there a system in place? I thought it had something to do with the dinging noise when the door opens, but it doesn't seem consistent. My only other assumption is that a blind person could always ask other riders whether its an up or down, and if it's empty, it will go whatever way they want it to. But that poses another question: What if the only other person on the elevator is deaf?

The woman at the county auditor's office sent me on a wild goose chase. I'm not upset anymore though, because it seems to happen every time I try to do anything involving vendor's licenses and other things of that nature. Hopefully though, when I get it resolved this time, it will be the last time. I was told that the most appropriate vendor's license for my business situation is a "Delivery License." It doesn't have a county restriction, so as long as I'm in Ohio, it will work. I like that. 

Along those same lines, I'm mailing out an application tomorrow for a non-profit corporation. It's a big jump, but I think it's very necessary. It's not all figured out yet, but I don't think it needs to be. Ever. 

The original way to write "1,000,000" in Roman Numerals was:  CCCIƆƆƆ

The following are items I will never purchase the cheap Wal-Mart version of ever again:
-Sandals/Flip Flops
-Duct Tape
-Paper Shredders
-Solar Powered sidewalk lights
-Sunglasses




Monday, July 12, 2010

Reflections on Be Creative Camp 2010

I'm finally settled back in from spending a week without a cell phone, a real bed, or more than 4.5 hours of sleep. But I'd do it all again in a heartbeat, because "Be Creative" is the greatest thing I get to do all year. At no other time in the year do I get the opportunity to explain Biblical perspectives to a group of 20 students who are hungry for the truth, and who are tired of the predictable. 

I get to be me to a bunch of future "me's." 

I started Be Creative camp 5 years ago as an answer to a lack of Summer options for the non-sporty, non-preppy/popular students who needed an outlet to connect with others like them. It has changed slightly in half a decade, but the core still remains the same, and every year I get to see new faces (and several returning). We have written and recorded original music, made short films, prepared worship sets, done portrait sessions, performed short dramas, and we've dabbled in practically every other form of creative media out there. This year, we made a board game. 

I can't fairly compare one year to the next, but I will say that I enjoyed this group more than most. Maybe it's because I'm not directly involved with a youth group anymore, or maybe they were just outstanding- or both. As I was packing up my computer on Saturday, I thought to myself, "It seriously can't be over yet." I wanted to be with them so much longer. And now they're all back at their homes, spread across Southern Ohio- and I most likely won't see some of them again. 

My favorite time all week was, ironically, the most inconvenient time. We scheduled electives before breakfast- so that students who wanted to do them would REALLY be electing to do them- not just being forced to pick something. For 3 mornings in a row, I got to go out and take pictures with the students just as the sun was coming up. I'd tell them what I was shooting, how I was composing it, what settings I was using- and then I'd let them try. If my entire life could be an early morning elective, I'd be happy for a long time. 

I think what it boils down to is that I miss being a youth leader. I don't miss all the board/elder bullcrap and politics- nor will I ever. But when it was just me and the students being real, it didn't matter what the elders had problems with. They were my focus, and nothing could stand in the way of that. I can't imagine I'll ever find a congregation again that I could jump in to and not feel like I was being expected to meet some meaningless goal set forth by a group of "leaders." But that doesn't mean that there aren't ways that it can still happen.   

Saturday, July 3, 2010

The Little Oddities that Make Me, Me.

I've had several opportunities to share my eccentricities and peculiarities with the world lately. Either through conversation or revelation, friends and strangers alike have learned interesting little facts about me that really help to define my unique nature.

So I decided to put them all into one post (at least all the ones I can think of), so everyone knows the same little details.


I tie my shoes with a 2-loop method. This is also called "Bunny Ears," I think. My mom taught it to me when I was little, and it seemed much more efficient for me than the 1-loop wraparound method. I've never switched.

I don't make sure my socks are on correctly. I don't care if the heel is pointed up or down or sideways. I just make sure that they're covering my feet.

I have a single hair that grows from the middle of my left earlobe. I also have one on my nose. I usually let the one on my nose grow until I can see it without a mirror. I let the one on my ear grow until it annoys my wife.  

I only write with Sharpie Pens. It started with Sharpie Ultra Fine Point. I love the feel of writing with a tiny felt pen, I love drawing in black felt ink, I love the bold character statement made by always signing my name with something pemanent, and I trust the Sharpie name.

I always go inside banks. Even if I have all the necessary material to use a drive-thru teller, I will go inside. There are a few reasons for this: 1. I hate feeling like I'm part of the mass of this country that is so lazy that they have to drive up to a tube and put their money in it. 2. I also don't want to encourage the growing trend of our culture to become less socially interactive. And finally, 3. I want my local bank to know me and trust me. I want to be a familiar "regular" to the establishment that handles my money.

The sound that I can't hear. You know those bumpy plastic sheets that you can tilt to make two different images appear? I can't be in the same room with one of those. If you rub your finger across one in front of me, it will make my spinal cord twinge. It's the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard for some people, I think. I don't know for sure- because the chalkboard thing doesn't bother me.

Whispering / breathing on my neck. This does the same thing to me as the sound from the previous item. 

I don't like wearing shorts in public. I believe there is an unrecognized psychological impression that a human gets from seeing someone with their legs exposed. I believe, deep down, even if just for a moment (which may be all we get with some people), we appear weaker if we are uncovered below the knee. What would your first impression be of a skyscraper with the beams exposed on the first 10 floors? I want to portray my body like a solid structure. Exceptions: If it's unbearably hot, or if I have no reason to make any impression on anyone (like if I'm driving all day on a long trip).  

I have freakishly large calf muscles. I don't lift any weights. I never have. I just have very defined  legs. Most people don't see them (because of the shorts rule from above). My dad has them too.

I don't chew gum. I have a hard time explaining this one. Gum never goes away. You can chew it for days and never destroy it. The flavor may be gone, but that happens before most people consider spitting it out. So the amount of time you leave a piece of gum in your mouth becomes arbitrary. The end time is so random and pointless, I'd rather not start.

I only shower twice a week. Seem gross? You probably have hair. I'm really not a disgusting person- I'm just bald. You don't feel dirty as quickily when you don't have any hair. Exceptions: I always take long showers in hotel rooms (because you're paying for them), I always shower before meetings, weddings, or other jobs, and I always shower after rigorous physical activity. Doesn't sound so gross after all that, does it? 

I'll never write a song that starts with "I." This one doesn't have as much importance anymore, but I still hold on to it as a law of my life. I've written a few dozen songs in my life, but none have ever begun with the word "I." Several are about me personally, but I decided that beginning them with "I" would portray the songs as too self-centered. Obviously, I don't follow the same rule with my blog :)

I've never taken off my wedding ring. It's been over 7 years. It has never left my hand.

I eat chicken wings in one swift, sucking motion. I grab one end, put the whole wing in my mouth, bite down, and take all the meat off with one single movement. Perhaps it's best explained through video.
video

I sleep in a "Figure 4." I sit this way, too- but not all the time. I presume that it leads back to my childhood. I used to have to go to bed with braces on my legs because I would bow them and twist them in my sleep. Now when I sleep, I always lay in bed with one leg bent and tucked under the other knee (it looks like a number "4." It's a pro wrestling term).  

For approximately 15 years of my life, I stifled every sneeze. I'm not even sure why I started, but it became as instinctive as putting my hand up to cover it. I never let them go. I was told that I might actually be losing years of my life by stifling them, and in the last 3 years I've tried to break the habit. I now have very deliberate, liberating sneezes. They feel great.

I wrap my lips around glass bottles. As pointed out to me by a former girlfriend, I treat the opening to glass bottles like the opening to a straw. I dont place my lips inside the bottle and drink- I put the whole bottle in my mouth. Not those wide mouth iced tea bottles, mind you... Just soda/beer bottles. Is this officially improper? I don't know.

and finally...

I always read magazines backwards. The page flipping motion that feels most comfortable to me is to hold the spine with my right hand and flip with my left. Therefore, I start at the end of a magazine and work toward the beginning. I'm working on an idea for making money off of this- because I know I'm not alone.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Random Sunday - the Return

I ate at an Indian restaurant today. They have a lunch buffet. I went alone. I didn't look at any of the names of anything, but I ate a small amount of everything on the buffet.

I don't know anything about his history, but I'd bet that Marco Polo's friends didn't call him Marco. Or Polo.

My son seems so much older now. And taller.

I "acquired" a copy of Rampage for the Wii. It's so fun. I've always loved that game.

I'm probably going to have to sacrifice my free phone upgrade for my wife. I'll be sticking with my Samsung i760 for two more years. That's fine, though, because I like it- and I don't want to be one of those people who keeps trying to get the newest, slickest, 8G phone. Since my first cell phone, I don't think I've ever been away from a computer for so long that I was in desperate need to go online from a phone. And in two years, every cell phone network will have reasonable unlimited web plans, and that's when we'll let go of our desktops forever. It'll be good timing.

Donald Miller had a great blog yesterday about how he's criticized as a leader of the emerging church. He made very clear that it's impossible to be a leader of something you know nothing about. But that's how people are, I guess. We label people that we are interested in with labels that fit us- to make them fit us. It's like when two people date for years, then break up, and immediately get engaged to 2 other people. They translate everything they experienced in the first relationship into the second- rather than starting fresh. I wonder how many of those relationships work...

Toy Story 3 made me cry. I was quite fine with the optimistic, unknown future of the Toy Story 2 ending. Why did they need to make one have a Cheers finale ending?  And the movie was written with such a dark mood. It was a good movie, but not as part of the Toy Story series. My opinion, of course.

I miss writing random Sundays.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Facebook: The Helvetica of the Internet

Here's a fun little game (Don't cheat!): Which of these is the Facebook "f"?

It's a subtle difference, to be sure. The one on the left is completely flush; all the terminating edges are at 90 degree angles. The one on the right has two slightly angled edges. Which one does facebook use?
If you weren't looking at these images, and were instead trying to picture it in your head- would you visualize it as the one on the left? I would. And I would be wrong. The facebook "f" has an angled edge which matches up parallel with the top edge of the adjacent "a." It's right there in the top left corner of the page. The very first characters on the site- and ironically, the last time that a non-perpendicular angle is used.

Facebook is all 90 degree angled boxes and layouts. Everything is flush with everything else. If you saw the site without the CSS (the code that places and formats the boxes), the content would fit into a very brief paragraph of letters and a couple of gray dots. 

So how does something so square become so hip? 

Because, like Helvetica, people crave uniformity. Myspace got really annoying really fast, because they let you edit the HTML. Users started loading all sorts of snippets of code into their pages to "personalize" them, and the result was half a million profiles with illegible content. Purple text on black backgrounds, leopard print wallpaper with 5000 pixel-wide images of bands and celebrities. Users grew tired of not knowing exactly where the content was located or what it would look like. Facebook dominated with a plain white, unalterable layout- and all content in a universal location. 

In theory, it seems dull. You would assume that in our world of "unique" individuals, people would prefer to be able to customize everything. I didn't understand it at first, but I did at second. Facebook profiles are unique by the content added to them. Users make up for a lack of color and style with unique photos, text, and applications.

This is what I want. I gave up on Myspace after less than a year. I wanted a site to connect with others and communicate my ideas. The content I use to fill the negative space on my profile is what makes it stylish.

We live in a Helvetica world. We don't acknowledge it, but we would be lost without it. We are bound by a universal framework that we can barely comprehend. Within that framework, we utilize the negative space. We fill it with content. It's our right, our choice, and our privelege.

You can write "I love you" or "I hate you" in the same font. 
  

The evil infestation that first hit Owen on the way home from the beach, then Leslie and my sister the next day, and my mother the day after, has decided to make me the 5th victim. In the last 3 hours, it has shown up, attacked, and set up a fort inside my stomach. I have been left with no alternative but to sit very still and do very little. I hate doing this right now, because I'm so close to finishing a website- and I love when I get to the "so close" stage. But I need to be as motionless and effortless as possible.

Which is why this is going to be a very sweet, simple post.

Few movies really speak to me. As an Abstract Sequential, I support my identity and emotions with the movies I enjoy. "SLC Punk," "Pi," "Elizabethtown," have all played a major part in my life in this way. I now add "Helvetica" to the list.

It's a full length documentary about a typeface. But it's so much more than that... if you want it to be.

I can't explain the movie (at least not while I'm sick), so I would encourage you to just watch it and see if it makes underlying sense for you. In a nutshell, here's why it does for me:

Our expression in life is just as much about the context as it is about the negative space. 

The parts of a room that I keep empty are just as much a message about who I am as the things I fill it with.
Our culture has let a font define us with its famiarity, simplicity, and absolute rules. And we do it with everything. Just look at the growth of facebook vs. the decline on myspace. It fits this perfectly. And oddly, they mention myspace at the end of the movie, but in an optimistic way, like, "We all want to express ourselves and be unique. this is a beautiful thing that the world wants." This movie was made before the tide had really turned.

Facebook is Helvetica.

When I stop puking, I'll explain why I prefer it.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Application

If my focus is too narrow, I set myself up to be burned.
I don't hope to be burned, but there's a good chance of it- unless I broaden my coverage.
At the same time, I fear that if I'm too widespread, I'll never really have a chance of protecting anything.
So I focus, and hope for the best in the area of concentration.
However, at the end of the day, no matter how much I focus, I will still surmise that I have been burned.
The true test comes at this point:
- Do I react to the burn by never going outside again?
- Do I focus on everything in absolute fear of the pain?
- Do I peel it off, and try a little harder with my new skin?
- Do I continue to apply narrow focus, trusting that the right positioning in the right place at the right time will not result in scorching?

This is my arm.
I'm not going to show you my back.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Pillow with No Case

My wife and I have been to Dave & Busters a few times since we've been together. The food isn't bad, and there are plenty of games to keep our interest. Leslie loves skeeball, and I like anything that rewards keen hand-eye coordination. The real interesting thing about us is that we like playing for tickets- but we don't like spending the tickets. We accept from the beginning that we won't ever have enough for a mountain bike or a portable DVD player. The only small thing that we would ever want is a Dave & Busters deck of cards (we collect decks of cards from places we've been- the same way some people collect shot glasses), and we got one of those on our first trip there. So we usually try to find some little kid who isn't doing very well at accumulating tickets, and we give them away. Once we had a child of our own, we started giving them to him.

I'm definitely not fishing for praise of selfless act; I'm just setting up a similar story.

Last week, Leslie and the kids were at Wal-Mart. While in the parking lot getting ready to leave, an older couple approached her and gave her this pillow. It looks like something we might own, but she hadn't purchased it- so they weren't returning something she had dropped. They told her that they had won this pillow in the claw machine, but they didn't have any kids, so they were looking for someone outside the store who could enjoy it. Leslie accepted the gift, Owen immediately fell in love with it, and they brought it home to show me.

My response to the story: "I need to blog about this."

At first, it seems really sweet. An older couple with no kids gives their prize away to a mom with munchkins. But, you know me- I'm going to analyze the crap out of this. This was my line of thinking:

- The claw machine takes money to play. You have to choose to spend money to play the game.
- You choose to play to win prizes that you can clearly see through the glass.
- Typically, only one or two items in the machine are positioned beneficially for being retrieved by the claw.
- You only get one shot at winning an item, and you choose which item you want to try for.
- Most people won't choose to play if the only well-positioned prizes are undesirable.

This couple is spending their money to consciously win a prize that they know they don't want.

My initial reaction is confusion: Why would they bother?
Then frustration: What's the deal with Americans wasting money?
Then hypocrisy: Leslie and I did the same thing at Dave and Busters. Why am I being critical of this couple?
Then guilt: We actually spent more on games than they did.
Then hunger: I could really go for a cheesesteak right now....
Then acceptance: Maybe it's okay to play for the sake of playing. After all, I proposed this once before with pop machines.
Then understanding:

In the end, a little kid is smiling over a free prize. A couple walked away happy. They played games together and enjoyed their time with each other.

One of the basic rules of business is that if both parties are happy, then a good deal has been made. 

Good deal? Good deal.

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Return of Owen's Smile

We took over 4,000 pictures this weekend. Most of those are from a wedding, a big chunk are from an engagement shoot, and the rest were of my kids. I've been less than enthusiastic lately about doing real photo shoots of Owen and Nora (which is evident from my lack of facebook gallery updates) because Owen makes every shot difficult. We haven't really had a legitimate smile out of him in months. We can sometimes trick him with a knock knock joke or something, but for the pictures we've used as printed/framed keepsakes we've had to rely heavily on Photoshop to make the smile happen.

But this weekend was different. On Sunday afternoon, we were doing engagement photos along the river in Ripley. We were walking down the sidewalk looking for good locations, and out of the blue, Leslie yells back to me to tell me that Owen wants his picture taken by a fire hydrant. I was shocked to discover him actually posing! He was choosing to be photographed. He stood there smiling- not because we were squeezing it out of him- but because he wanted to.

When we got home, he let us take several more pictures of him and his sister. It was great to be able to focus on getting the shots right- and less on coming up with jokes. 

I love his smile. It's nice when he offers it for free.

Here are some past attempts that we've suffered through:




Friday, June 4, 2010

Shawnie's Choice

The last day of school was Wednesday, and for me, it started off with minor frustration. Since all the school buses needed to be returned to the garage at the end of the day (and through several other factors of scheduling and appointments), it was necessary to pick up the bus from the regular driver's house and leave it at our house in between morning and afternoon routes. When I got back to the house at 7:45am, it occurred to me that I had no way of getting inside. The doors were all locked, and I had left my keys inside the car that was sitting at the driver's house. Everyone at home was asleep (far enough away to not be able to hear knocking or doorbells), there were no spare keys hidden outside, and Leslie's phone was on vibrate. So I sat there outside the house, feeling very powerless.


I walked around to the back door to wait for Owen to come downstairs and watch TV. He was my best hope. He would wake up first and help himself to a slice of turkey and an episode of Spongebob. I stood on the step and stared into the window, and after a minute or two, I caught a glimpse of a dragonfly. It had just flown in to a spider web, and was struggling to get free- beating the wings that could still move. 
My first reaction was excitement; I thought I was going to witness a Discovery Channel documentary first hand. I expected a giant spider to come out from around the corner immediately, wrap up the dragonfly, and drag it away somewhere- while it writhed in a futile pursuit to escape. Apparently though, nature doesn't happen as quickily as my excitement wears off. Three minutes later, nothing had happened, and I had lost interest in seeing a carnivorous rampage.
But I didn't walk away...
...I just changed the channel.

It dawned on me that I was, by hoping for a trap-n-wrap, cheering for the spider. That bothered me a little. Why wouldn't I instinctively want to help the dragonfly get free? I hadn't even seen a spider around. It's possible that he was gone, and this immobilized creature would die without ever being lunch for anything.

What it boiled down to was this: Do I interfere with nature? 

Should I step in and give the prisoner freedom, or walk away and wash my hands of it? Bugs get stuck in webs all the time that I never see, so should anything really change just because I witness one? That question raises another: If I'm witnessing it, aren't I a part of nature in this instance? I believe I am. And what does a human bring to the table to change or affect a situation like this?

The ability to have compassion.

I can choose to be loving. We all can. We can sacrifice our own time and enjoyment to make something better for someone else. We were given the incredible gift of brains that can reason and decide. We can choose to love other creatures - even the little winged ones.

Our choice to perpetuate other lives is what we add to nature. Without that ability for compassion, we're just animals- helping only ourselves. Some readers will now argue that I'm taking food away from the spider- which will hinder in the perpetuation of his life.  My response: It is possible to have compassion for someone and to still take things away from them. There will be other bugs that I won't see struggling. The spider will eat again. But if I have a chance to react in a situation to maintain a life, I should take it.

I cut him free, and he flew away.

It makes no difference whether any of us has been to Guatemala. When we see a picture like this, we understand the gravity (pardon the pun) of the situation.  Everything above ground in the area of this hole is in danger (this is actually a picture of the Guatemalan sinkhole formed in 2007- but it's nearly identical to the one that appeared this week). As frightning as it is to think about this, here's an even more disturbing aspect:

A sinkhole can appear anywhere- almost instantly- and with very little warning.

A hole like this can grow unnoticed for years underground before the soft rock shelf holding the last remnants of earth finally erode away. When that happens, all it takes to make it cave in is enough weight to break the surface. It might take a few thousand pounds to breach this layer, or it could be as little as a hundred pounds (or less). So, in theory, anywhere you walk could instantly drop out from underneath you - and leave you plummeting into a 100-foot pit.

Not many people want to ponder that for too long. It's just not a pleasant thought. I imagine, though, that there are people who see this picture and pray that they never fall into a sinkhole.

And then there's Anna. I didn't know Anna. I didn't even become aware of her story until this week. While driving around Hillsboro, I happened to notice a similar sign placed in several yards. It wasn't a political sign, or a real estate sign. It simply said, "We are Anna's Army." I checked out their website, and discovered  the whole situation. Anna spent her whole life fighting Cystic Fibrosis. Some moments were better than others. Sadly, she reached a point where the doctors sent her home to spend her final days on Earth. She passed away recently, but the support for her and her family is still very strong in the Hillsboro area- and beyond.

People out there are still praying for Anna.

People that never knew Anna are praying for Anna.

And I would bet that there are people out there praying for Anna that haven't heard the news of her passing yet. 

What does that change? How does it affect? Are the prayers nullified because of a lack of information? Are the unknown things of this world not worth praying for?  Does our God not surpass all matters, physcalities, and boundaries of space and time?

Taking all human limitations out of a scenario, our prayers are a lot more powerful- and true to their nature. Our prayers can be for things unseen, unspoken, not-fully-understood, or even for things in the past. It is very reasonable to pray for things that have already happened - like the comfort of a little girl in pain- or for things beyond what you can see and know, like for added strength in the limestone beneath your feet (or someone else's feet 2500 miles away). It's just a matter of seeing God outside of the walls you create for Him. That comes only as we strive to know Him more.

Prayer is a lot like a modem. A modem is in constant communication- even if you're not browsing or downloading anything. It's always either sending out packets or receiving them, or both. You don't sit down at your computer and turn a crank to charge up your modem to give you a connection for a few minutes. It's constantly working, so browsing a website happens very naturally for your computer. Our prayers should not just be petitions offered up in times of dispair or in greed. If our prayers are nothing but selfish requests during specific moments of need,  we are limiting God. And we're missing the point of what prayer is meant to be.

"The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."

Our modems have to be plugged in and working before we can download. If they are, it will come easily, naturally, and on a wider scale than we can fathom.

Click here to watch the Fox 19 story on Anna.

Sinkhole photo taken from Nachi.org

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Video for the Chick with the .45






I've had all sorts of issues with Blogger / Google Video / Picasa this week. The last post was supposed to be the video, and not a still. Bah.