<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321058286029382172</id><updated>2011-09-27T09:07:19.986-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Ambrose'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='AA'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Celebrate Recovery'/><category term='trips'/><category term='young adults'/><category term='Euphoria'/><category term='books'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Desperation'/><category term='theology'/><category term='Awesome'/><category term='events'/><category term='pastors'/><category term='nick names'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='Roofmart'/><category term='Compassion Canada'/><category term='police'/><category term='shame'/><category term='home'/><category term='Name'/><category term='showers'/><category term='David Crowder* Band'/><category term='porn'/><category term='job'/><category term='Newsboys'/><category term='Quiet'/><category term='Beard'/><category term='LYC'/><category term='Abbotsford'/><category term='Book review'/><category term='sports'/><category term='youth'/><category term='Dorms'/><category term='concert'/><category term='new guy'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='youth band'/><category term='residence'/><category term='home work'/><category term='Taylor'/><category term='learning'/><category term='work'/><category term='soul charge'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='life style'/><category term='Decade'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='exciting news'/><category term='transition'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='culture'/><category term='612'/><category term='Youth Ministry'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='games'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='Guitars'/><category term='Good bye'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='Terrible'/><category term='Nicola'/><category term='RA'/><category term='parents'/><category term='flying'/><category term='church'/><category term='self-care'/><category term='food'/><category term='Sleeplessness'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='U2'/><category term='Update'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Nerd'/><category term='teens'/><category term='Hope in Troubled Times'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Guys night'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Ringo'/><title type='text'>Fishbowl</title><subtitle type='html'>There's something captivating and almost medicinal about watching a fish swim around in its bowl. Consider me your bleary-eyed alternative to staring at a wall.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshajacobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/321058286029382172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshajacobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoshaJacobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02137163771234500717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DOu6op8U0T8/SbVhs1SeqYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UOYU9Apaq_s/S220/Photo+72.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-321058286029382172.post-6385539225793259474</id><published>2011-09-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:07:20.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a little more like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's weird how your perspective can change within a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my little meltdown in my last post, things have started to feel like their on the up-swing. I've been getting responses for this weeks event. I've got one of the moms making a snack for tonight. I actually finished my lesson for tonight yesterday, (The goal is to be three weeks ahead of the game, but that will come.) I'm starting to feel like I'm connecting with some of the students. It's really been an encouraging week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think that one of the most amazing things that's happened so far was last week. This episode was partially why I was freaking out so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday morning, while I was in a staff meeting, I got a phone call from Nic. She was very upset because we had received our very first phone and internet bill since coming to Saskatoon. It was a final notice (I'm not sure what happened the first, second and third notices because we never got them) and it was asking for an amount of money that there was no way we would be able to afford. It was so much in fact that if we were to pay it, we would not have had money for food or our other utilities. Naturally, my first reaction was to sink into despair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The rest of the day was a flurry of activity. Some of the stuff was good, like having the senior pastor offer to help us out and Nic getting called to work for the first time since we moved here. Some of it wasn't so good, like having to plan games for a group of students when my heart wasn't in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That night, as the students were starting to show up to the church, there was a group of seniors gathered below us for a prayer meeting. One of the ladies from the group came into the youth room as I was wrapping up the leaders meeting and asked to talk to me. On a day like that one, I wasn't ready to consider the possibility that this would be a positive talk. At the time, all I could think was, "Great, now what have we done..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As it turns out, she just wanted to tell me that her group had just finished up with a potluck and had some leftovers that they wanted to send home with us. They left us four days worth of food... She also informed me that her group had decided to make Nic and I their special project this year. She said that they'd be praying for us and then proceeded to hand me an envolope. They had taken a collection for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Turns out, the ammount they gave us was just a little more than the bill we had received that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Like I said, I've been feeling very affirmed around here recently. God has a funny way of working in my life. The pattern has been that he'll take away any control that I have over a situation and make it so that they only way that we'll survive is to trust that he's going to do something miraculous. He's been doing that for us ever since we got married, and it's made me realize that I can trust him for more than our money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think that's why things are starting to work now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I know, I've only been at this job for two months, but right now, I just feel like I'm spinning my wheels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've seen some amazing stuff happen in my personal life over the past year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-I've gotten married.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-I've almost graduated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-I've moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-I've started my new job as a youth pastor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-God has taken care of us in ways that I couldn't imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-I've got an office with a desk and a stack of business cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's all the stuff that I have been dreaming about for the past five years. I have never been in a better spot in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So why the emo-ness then? Because I am currently in the process of discovering that I am depressingly new at all of this stuff that I've been training for and talking about and reading about and complaining about for my entire post-secondary career.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm discovering now more than I ever have before that just because I've been educated and have a stack of cards with my name and job title on them, I don't get an automatic in with the students in my ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now, I've got a grand total of three students who aren't awkward around me. I've got five who actually interact with the lessons. The other 23 automatically slip into a glazed over state of semi-consciousness&lt;span&gt; that's leaving me wondering what I've got to do to get them engaged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've given two lessons so far, not once have I gotten a laugh. For me, a guy who seemed to get a chuckle everywhere else, it's left me wondering what I'm doing wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've got an event coming up next week that I've been plugging for a month, and so far I haven't gotten a single response. Not even on Tuesday nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm trying something a little different this week. I'm going to see what happens. 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Call me a nerd but church stuff gets me excited. Youth ministry in particular gets me very excited, even if people are coming down on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the other day I was talking to a man who is currently the associate pastor at a decently large church here in the city. He is attending Ambrose for some reason or another. To be honest I'm not entirely sure why he's there taking a first year business admin class, but I digress. We were assigned to the same team to put together a group project. Naturally, after finding out that he is a pastor I had to probe his brain. Shortly into our conversation I asked him what he thought of youth pastors. Without even thinking about it, his response was, "They're lazy and whiny and I have no use for them. They basically want a free ride with everything and don't show enough commitment to their job." Needless to say, I was a little shocked at this reaction. After talking with him for a little while longer, I found out that his experience with youth pastors made his statement understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man came from a time when being a pastor meant being on call 24/7/365, a time when vocational ministry meant preaching on Sunday and holding down a job to support your family. The youth pastors he described were not willing to be that kind of a pastor. They wanted to be in a position where they could dedicate their time fully to ministry and still be able to provide for their families without the second job. This position is reasonable. However, they were also fiercely protective of their personal time to the point where they wouldn't even answer their home phones if they had clocked 40 hours in a week and overly sensitive to criticism of their ministry. They wanted massive budgets, seemingly unlimited "training resources" and the ability to do to the church building whatever they wanted. They wanted to play. 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The 80's had punk rock and acid styles. The 90's were the Golden Age of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backstreet_Boys"&gt;boy band&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamagotchi"&gt;Tamagotchi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gargoyles_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Saturday morning cartoons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pokemon_cards"&gt;Pokemon cards&lt;/a&gt;, bad hair, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desert_storm"&gt;Desert Storm&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewinsky_scandal"&gt;Clinton/Lewinsky scandal&lt;/a&gt;. I was a little to young at the time to care much about what my first decade would be remembered for and it turns out that pop culture usually takes to front seat in mine and others memories. Too bad for the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about this decade? What are the things that the 2000's are going to be remembered for? The music? The movies? The toys? Here's a quick list of the things that stand out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9/11"&gt;9/11/2001&lt;/a&gt;- Much like the people who were around when JFK was assassinated, I remember vividly where I was when the World Trade Center was attacked. I remember my sister waking me up and coming out to the living room and seeing my mom very upset. I even witnessed the second plane fly into the south tower. It changed travel for the rest of us and was the catalyst for many things that came after. It also showed the good that people are capable of in a crisis with examples being charitable foundations, the volunteers that when to help in the rescue and clearing efforts, the blood donated, and all sorts of other things. It was humanity at both our ugliest and best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_war_on_terror"&gt;The War on Terror&lt;/a&gt;- This was primarily an American endeavor in my opinion, but due to the nature of the US, it became the worlds problem as well. I'm not going to get into the details of why and how and what came of it, I just think that it's something that's going to stick to the 2000's. Here's hoping that it stays back there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ipod"&gt;iPods&lt;/a&gt;- Considering the gravity of the previous items, this seems a little trite. But think about it, these little things were a technological wonder and a fashion statement that has persevered throughout the decade and paved the way for Apples lifestyle feel. They sucked us in, and it started in earnest with the iPod. (Note: this is my opinion having not done a lot of research, don't quote me on this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/youtube?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4#p/u/42/rdwz7QiG0lk"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;- I don't even remember what I did with my downtime before Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facebook"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;- I know that Myspace came first, but Facebook took over and is now my primary means of keeping in touch with people. However, I'm a firm believer that every empire must fall, so I don't see Facebook lasting forever. They've had a good run so far, here's hoping they stay on top if for no other reason than I don't want to have to move all of my information to another site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lord_of_the_Rings_film_trilogy"&gt;The Lord of the Rings movie trilogy&lt;/a&gt;- The Lord of the Rings has been a popular fantasy series for decades, but the movies brought its popularity up to a craze that dominated both the box office and Halloween costumes for the three years the movies were released. They may have also produced a new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Lucas"&gt;George Lucas&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Jackson"&gt;Peter Jackson&lt;/a&gt;, that is to say, a director that makes a good trilogy and then goes on to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=nuke%20the%20fridge"&gt;nuke the fridge&lt;/a&gt; for the rest of his career. For proof please see (or don't see) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Kong_%282005_film%29"&gt;King Kong.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Global_recession"&gt;The Global Recession&lt;/a&gt;- It's a phenomenon that's hit many families and countries hard, and a crisis that we're going to be digging ourselves out of for a very long time. As far as I'm concerned, it all comes back to greed and the idea that success is nothing short of more. However, I've covered that in a &lt;a href="http://joshajacobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-proper-book-review.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo"&gt;Emo&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dashboard_Confessional"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Cab_For_Cutie"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/a&gt; are just two of the pretentious band names that come to mind when I think of this sub-culture. It was basically (Oh! I think I can feel a non-quotable opinion coming on!) an excuse for suburban kids with no real problems (such as starvation, poverty, terminal illness, etc.) to whine about how no one really understood them. Thankfully it's mainstream popularity has caved, however, it cleared the way for perhaps the greatest enemy of good that the world has yet encountered, which just happens to be number nine on the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_%28series%29"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;- Sorry females of the world. Your efforts to become equal members of society over the last century have been undermined by four, teen-fiction novels. According to what I understand about the books (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkoBoF9FDXg"&gt;having never read them myself&lt;/a&gt;) and what I gleaned from the first movie (worst night of my life...) a girl cannot be happy without a strong man in her life to take care of her. It's also spawned the vampire craze of 2008-2009 in which everything that's targeted at teens seems to tie into vampires somehow. I'm going to stick with Team Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality_tv"&gt;Reality TV&lt;/a&gt;- First, I would like to acknowledge that Reality TV is not unique to the 2000's, however I saw it explode with the popularity of shows like Survivor (it was only cool once...) Back then, it was basically a glorified game show that chronicled the emotional turmoil and relational strife that comes when you put a bunch of average people into a ridiculous situation and attach a prize to the end. After that, it was all downhill to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hills"&gt;The Hills&lt;/a&gt; (that was bad, sorry.) Honestly, I don't get it. With shows like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Super_Sweet_16"&gt;My Super Sweet 16&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jersey_Shore_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/a&gt;, I have a hard time believing in the good that humanity is capable of. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hills"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_Indian_Ocean_earthquake"&gt;The Indonesian Tsunami&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effects_of_Hurricane_Katrina_in_New_Orleans"&gt;Hurricane Katrina&lt;/a&gt;- Other decades had big natural disasters that served as cautionary tales for future generations, these were ours. Once again, they were also an opportunity for people to shine in the face of tragedy. They also show just how low people will stoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably go on, but this is getting a little too large. Suffice it to say, I think the 2000's were not as bad as they could have been, however, they weren't great either. This decade brought to our attention the nature and severity of the environmental problem. The rich people kept getting richer. Poverty still exists. Extreme nationalism is still alive and well. The dawn of Facebook and Youtube gave us a globalized way of showing just how egocentric our society is. Teens have become less capable of growing up. Morality is still on the back burner. In essence, as a society, we're not following the &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2022:36-40&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;greatest commandment&lt;/a&gt; (This is a blanket statement to which I'm happy that there are many, many exceptions.)  The 2000's are probably going to be remembered for pop culture, stuff on the internet and all of the things that went wrong with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds pretty depressing, but I'm not saying any of it frowning. 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Two band practices, a service to play at, three assignments to work on, people stuff and a massive cold snap equal a very tiring week. That's not to say that I'm unhappy about the week. Other than the cold snap it was a fantastic week, even if I did (and do) have a pile of work to do. The only thing is I've pretty much pumped my emotional and mental energy dry. I could probably do labour work right now and it would feel like a break, but trying to write an essay is turning out to be a bit of a challenge. I just don't have the energy to care right now, and that's kinda hurting my work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting it done, it's just moving at a crawl right now. Writing this could be considered procrastination. I prefer to call it a "sanity break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I guess I should probably summarize what I'm working on if I'm going to make this worth while to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'm working on a response to a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Holiness-Manifesto-Kevin-Ph-D-Mannoia/dp/0802863361"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Holiness Manifesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. In essence, the book is the result of a large multi-denominational cooperation that wants to find out why the church in North America is in decline. The basic consensus is that church's for the past century have been focused on being a dominant force in culture, that has failed, and now we're scrambling to program our churches back to health. The solution they present is to get back to the roots of the holiness movement which was to respond to the current culture by being holy in the culture. Holiness is not simply something that happens in your head and heart, it has to flow out in your interactions with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm working on a response plan for a current issue that a student could face. I've chosen abuse. It's a pretty heavy subject, so it hasn't been easy. There are a lot of legal implications to take into consideration and a lot of issues to deal with once the abuse has been stopped. That one's not going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm working on a summary of my God and Evil class. That one is what I'm saving for last. 1000 to 2000 words on what I learned over the course of a semester. Not a big deal. Actually, to be honest, I didn't learn much until the end of the course when it all started to come together. I'm a practical theologian so I don't find much value in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodicy"&gt;theodicy&lt;/a&gt;, which was most of the course. By the end, I basically landed on the idea that humanity brought evil into the world, God is working for our redemption, and he gives us the strength to respond positively to the evil we encounter in the world. Also, don't try and make a bad situation good while grief is present, that almost always makes things worse for the person mourning. It's better to mourn with someone and acknowledge their pain and help them wrestle through the pain and then later figure out how to respond well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's been going on lately with school stuff. I'm not entirely convinced that anyone will find this helpful, but at least I'm ready to work for a little while again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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(My therapist says that a split personality is okay so long as each voice is aware of the other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hope-Troubled-Times-Vision-Confronting/dp/0801032482/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257878525&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope in Troubled Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is written by Bob Goudzwarard, Mark Vander Vennen, and David Van Heemst. I'd never heard of these people before I read this book, so I wasn't really too sure of what to expect when I chose this one off of the list of recommended texts. I've thrown their names on a list now. Yeah, the book was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope in Troubled Times&lt;/span&gt; can pretty much be summed up like this: Humanity is responsible for the current state of the world, God has offered a solution to the problems, and it is humanities responsibility to put that solution into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book focuses on three major global evils that are spiraling out of control despite our "best" (You'll see what I mean at the end) efforts to stop them. The evils the book deals with are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Environmental degradation&lt;br /&gt;-Worldwide poverty&lt;br /&gt;-Widespread terrorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, Mark and Dave claim that all of these issues perpetuate each other, and can be traced back to one cause: the glorification of ideologies. They claim that in the rich northern world, (or the western world, if that's how you define our culture) ideologies have become the new gods that we bow to. They are the ends for which all means of achieving are justified, and if they go unchecked, they will eventually implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go on to identify and illustrate the ideologies that are driving these three global evils. First, they focus on the ideology of materialism, the belief that progress and success are measured by wealth and a growing market. They also show how in order to achieve our material ends; rich nations abandon their morals, sacrifice peoples dignity and lives, our environment and our own health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, they focus on the ideology of identity, which is basically the idea that a group must survive at all costs. This ideology is manifested in extreme nationalism, religions, racial discrimination, and group affiliations. This ideology has lead to acts of terror, bigotry, genocide and all manners of exclusion. It also ties into materialism, the belief that this way of life must be maintained at all costs, and the next ideology, guaranteed security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ideology at its core is the fight for guaranteed living space. The authors are quick to point out that the defense of a nation is a noble and right cause, as at its core it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be the defense of the freedom of the people who dwell in that nation. However, as with all ideologies that are allowed to progress to their natural ends, this one evolves into a fight over space, and the ability to protect and expand that space. The perversion comes when the means, the land where you are free to be free, becomes the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of these ideologies are intertwined, each one perpetuating the others to the point where they seem unstoppable. Materialism perpetuates poverty,  environmental degradation, identity and guaranteed security. Identity perpetuates terrorism and the ideologies of guaranteed security and materialism. Guaranteed security perpetuates identity and materialism. Because of the nature of these ideologies, if nothing is done, they will eventually implode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book claims that our attempts to eliminate these evils have always tried to allow for our ideologies to survive, and thus, our efforts have been ineffective at best, and futile at worst. However, the authors do offer hope in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believe that God has already offered the solution to our global problems. All we have to do is forsake our ideologies of materialism, identity and guaranteed security. They believe that God has already set the example for this way of living when Jesus submitted himself to death, even death on a cross. Jesus died in poverty, never believing that material gain was a measure for success. He forsook his divine identity, (I'm a little shaky on this one simply because of the wording. I might flesh it out better in the future, but for now, just take it with a grain of salt) and any personal security by submitting to torture and death. Because he chose to give up those ideologies, they had no power over him. He rejected our false gods and was glorified for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Cambria;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the same way, if we forsake the ideologies of materialism, identity and guaranteed security, we can break the cycle we are in now. Things will turn around. This is the example and the charge that God has set before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authors don't expect this to take place on a global scale simply because they wrote a nice book telling the nations to do so, but they do encourage the reader to take a personal stand to say no to the false gods. By taking a personal stand, we set an example for the people around us and break the cycles we are in on a micro level, and because of the results, we spread our influence to those around us, and the movement begins to grow. It is a right way of living to put others before yourself, and in the end, that's all the book is trying to get across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also traces of the discussion on the source of evil and the question of "Why does God allow evil to exist." Unfortunately the book assumes that you understand and subscribe to the idea that evil exists because of free will, and doesn't go too much farther into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book, and I wish I could have spent some more time in it. It's not an easy read, (Unless you enjoy many brief history lessons and horrifying statistics on poverty and military spending.) but it's definitely worth looking into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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to sum up the political, social and religious unrest of a generation into a folksy little &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Times_They_Are_a-Changin%27_%28song%29"&gt;song title&lt;/a&gt;. Even though it was first recorded in 1963, it still holds true today in many respects. It's basically the anthem that the worlds of families and teens have been marching to for the past fifty years, give or take a decade. That's probably why &lt;a href="http://learningmylines.blogspot.com/"&gt;Walt Mueller&lt;/a&gt; decided to name the second chapter of his book &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Youth-Culture-101-Specialties/dp/0310273137"&gt;Youth Culture 101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;after that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little weird to blog about one chapter of a book, so here's my rationale. I've been asked to present this chapter to my youth min class on Wednesday, and it got me thinking quite a bit. I'm sure the rest of the book will get me thinking too, just as soon as I can get around to reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter starts out with a letter he received from an average teen girl about her family situation, performance in school, the pressures she feels, and the eating disorders she struggles with. Even though I've heard the same story many times over from different people, it never ceases to amaze me that teens feel the kind of pressure they do, and how aware they are of how real or perceived those pressures are. It's even more shocking for me to see how unprepared they are to deal with the pressures asserted onto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thesis statement of the chapter is basically this: Teens are less prepared than ever before to become independent, healthy, functioning adults, and in order to know why, we as the adults in their lives need to understand what it is that's shaping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the top shaping factor in any teens life is going to be the family, and that as it turns out, is partially why teens are having such a hard time wading into adulthood. The word family used to mean the nuclear model you'd see in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Rockwell"&gt;Norman Rockwell&lt;/a&gt; painting, Mom, Dad, kids. Now the word family has had to change to define single parent homes, divorce, remarriage, common-law parents, adoptive families, unwed single moms, single dads, and same sex parent homes. The nuclear family is no longer a stable institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability is something that teens crave, even if they won't admit it. Just take a look at the social structure of high school. What do you normally see? Kids segregate themselves into the groups they feel that they can identify with. They find not only acceptance in a clique, but a norm they can depend on. (That ones free by the way, you're welcome Mr. Mueller.) The instability they feel in a family or the perceptions they adopt from what they see of the marriages around them shape the decisions they will make now and into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next shaping factor in a teens life is the voices they hear outside of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure has been around for a long long time. Even my parents remember experiencing it (Ba-zing). However, Mueller would like to point out that in the past peer pressure has been verbally expressed over issues that are for the most part considered black and white decisions, where as now it is experienced subtly around issues that are a considered normal by most teens and even some adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with him based on my experience. For a long time it was the quiet assertion that one needs to be in a relationship in order to live a fulfilling life. For seasons things like drug use and casual sex have been mentioned in passing, and the overwhelming feeling is that if you don't subscribe to a passive stance on these potentially life changing issues, you are either a bully or ignorant. It's getting more difficult to identify and say no to peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the ever growing face of the media. Here's a little culture for you. When I go camping, I always bring a cell phone so that I'm prepared in the event of an emergency. I think that's a pretty good idea, but what does my cell phone bring with it? Answer: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Theswarleyone"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; updates. I get several updates from my phone over the course of the day telling me what my friends are doing. Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of camping? I've gone out into the middle of the forest, and I've brought the rest of the world with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media has almost unlimited access to teens right now, and they're talking to them through their TV's, computers, magazines, art, movies, video games and phones. How many messages do you think are being pumped into them over the course of a day? That's some serious bombardment and it's not slowing down. Media is getting smaller, faster and steadily more available, and with this rapid expansion of information sharing comes a new breed of North American teen, the globalized teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just so that we're on the same page here, I don't see globalization as something negative. It takes us out of the context that what we do only affects us, and makes us think about the big picture. Our knowledge has expanded and we've been given experiences that have never before even been available. Globalization has diversified us and broken down the segregation that we've had in generations past. Because of this, people in general have been exposed to new ways of thinking, value systems, politics, family structures and religions, and we've learned to live next door to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapid globalization has also, among other things, lead to the new paradigm that teens live in, postmodernism. This is nothing new to anyone who's been working in youth ministry for the past ten years or so. Here's a quick laundry list of the values held by people in a postmodern paradigm as sited on page 52. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The Enlightenment project [modernism] is a bust - there is no such      thing as progress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Life has no meaning - it's just a game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You are the only one who cares about you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;No story is universally true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;There is no such thing as truth except what you create for      yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Every claim to truth is a power play.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Therefore everything must be mistrusted (or deconstructed).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;There is no order - all is random.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You only go around once in life, so do it with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;    [It should be noted that this list was credited in &lt;i&gt;Youth Culture 101 &lt;/i&gt;to      page 23 of &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Is-It-a-Lost-Cause/Marva-J-Dawn/e/9780802843739"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Naturally, this value system shapes how teens are going to operate. We can see it in their sexual activity, materialism (try telling me that Apple doesn't have teens and young adults in a choke hold. They know how we think, so they pump out what we want), high risk behaviour (you only get one shot, make it awesome), violence, and substance abuse. They're making up the rules for their lives as they experience things, and will not impose on the way someone else chooses to live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to recap, here's what's shaping teens:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The changing face of the Family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The influences that speak directly into they're lives (Peers,      Media, parents, teachers, etc.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; Globalization&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-bottom: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The postmodern paradigm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Unless we understand the shaping forces in the lives of teens, we cannot hope to reach them where they are. If we don't understand how they have defined their family, what voices are speaking to them, what cultures they've grown around, and what rules they operate with, we can't hope to speak to them in a language they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mueller's encouragement is that we as the adults in kids lives would work to identify with their world. We may not always agree with them, and we certainly shouldn't always agree with them, but we can at least strive to understand why on earth they do what they do. God honours the work, and who knows, we might even be able to speak a little wisdom into their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I'm not sad to the point of weeping openly right now, because I know I'm not leaving here forever. I'm sad to the point of being restless. I don't like leaving because I'm going to miss everyone around here like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it kinda feels like I'm leaving just when I'm making really good friends and getting the hang of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I know that if I stuck around, I'd be spinning my wheels. That's not to say that I don't have anything else to learn. I've got a lot to learn, but I've gone as far as I need to go out here. I've seen a ministry year, and I've soaked up almost everything that I could have. It's been a blast. Now it's time to move to the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss the city. I'm going to miss working one block from a Tim Hortons. I'm going to miss the church staff. I'm going to miss the youth leaders. I'm going to miss the guys my age who let me hang out with them. I'm going to miss the adults who reached out to me and fed me with wise words and free coffee. I'm going to miss the students as they go through another year of youth. I'm going to miss the grads who are off to do new things. I'm going to miss the families who gave me much more than a place to eat and sleep. I'm going to miss Mike and Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer in the idea that life must never become static. My most frequent illustration of why you must move on is the dude who peaked in high school. The one who at age 24, still hung and smoked out in the parking lot after school wearing his football teams leather sleeved jacket. The one who continues to tell the same story again and again because he's honestly got nothing new. The guy who keeps on trying to recapture that glorious time when he was number one, but never can. I don't want to be that guy. He goes bald at 29, smells like a fish tank, and ends up working at the gas station where, incidentally, he picks up all of his literature... and he's still got that stupid jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move forward and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to go down as one of the most formative chapters in my life, and I'm so thankful to God and everyone this year for everything that you've done. I love you guys, and I hope I gave you something back. 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