Friday, February 16, 2007

Moving my blog

Faithful readers may recall that I recently talked about moving my blog to Wordpress, another blogging service. At the time I wasn't able to migrate all of my posts, but recently that option became available. So this is the last post I will make at this URL.

Fear not; every single post, comment, and label have been copied to the new address. I'll continue with your regularly scheduled insanity there. The blog will just have a new look and several extra tools. Blogger got me started, but I'm too much of a tech geek to stay here when I can go over to Wordpress and fool around with blog options that put me in geek heaven. I mean, I went over to my new blog to import all the posts from this blog, and Wordpress had titled their import button "The Magic Button." What's not to like? It's all so...shiny!!

I'll leave the posts up on this blog for a while, but eventually I'll probably delete them all. These aren't the droids you're looking for. Move along, move along...

...um, wait, I think I forgot something. Right, the actual URL. I'm going to miss "themightyduck.blogspot.com." It was fun and fit my personality. But my new URL has even more meaning for me as I've grown a bit more serious about blogging: "http://standingonthewall.wordpress.com/". So change your bookmarks and get on over there. See you at the wall.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Happy Celibacy Day!

I have a date tonight with a nice Jewish boy. "So tell me about him," you might say. "What is your beloved more than another beloved?" (Song 5:9).

Well, for starters, He has eyes like fire and hair like a raven. He's never seemed attractive to the world, but to me His beauty is matchless. This Man loved me and washed me from my sins in His own blood. He did this when I hated Him and did not know Him—plucked me out of the mud, purified me and dressed me in the finest clothes, made me a king and a priest. "Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend" (Song 5:16).

It would be easy to spend the day feeling left out of all the Valentine's Day ridiculousness. But why waste the time? I would prefer to meditate on unsurpassed love today. So I'll be spending the evening of Valentine's Day in the prayer room thinking about this:

For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet perhaps for a good man someone would even dare to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:6–8)

[Jesus speaking to the Church] O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners! Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. (Song 6:4–5)
P.S. Major, major props to my family for the care package. What an awesome surprise. I just want to declare to the world right now that I have the BEST. FAMILY. EVER.

EDIT NOTE: I just received a breathtakingly beautiful vase of flowers from my dad. As usual around IHOP, there were some delivery problems. The front desk person didn't know who I was or where the FMG office is...she started asking the people in the lobby if they knew my name. Thankfully, one of my coworkers walked through the lobby at that exact moment, said, "I know her!!", and took the flowers straight to me. They're absolutely gorgeous; I will have to post a picture later. After I stop crying. *watery-eyed grin* Again: BEST. FAMILY. EVER.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Forecast

The forecast for Monday and Tuesday is an increased stuffy nose and coughing with decreased temperatures. Wednesday should clear up a little, allowing oxygen intake once again and a complete return to the workplace and prayer room. Yes, I am working from home again. Figured my officemates wouldn't appreciate my constant nose-blowing and general germiness. Is germiness a word? I think I just made it one.

I did manage to get to the prayer room on Sunday and have some Jesus time for a few hours before my nose clogged up (oh, sweet oxygen, how I miss thee). I study the New Testament on Sundays. During my internship, my core group went through the Sermon on the Mount every Sunday. I guess I always got stuck on the Beatitudes because they are awesome. I don't think I've ever gone verse-by-verse through the whole thing. I've decided to go through the Sermon on the Mount again, this time with the goal of getting all the way through.

I really need to understand Matthew 5, 6, and 7. They are so foundational to the faith. Every time I complain, "I don't know how to do this" ("this" meaning life, intercession, fasting, or just the next few hours in the prayer room), I conveniently overlook the fact that we've got a clear roadmap of Christianity laid out in three accessible chapters. So I'm going to be reading the Sermon with the purpose of practical application. I've had plenty of study hours that basically consist of me scribbling in my journal, "I <3 Jesus!! I'm not exactly sure what poverty of spirit is, but I want it! W00tage!" Now I want to read these verses and say, "Okay, L-rd, show me how to be poor in spirit in the workplace and in serving in the prophecy rooms. How can I minister to others out of this understanding? And how can I better pray to be filled with the riches of my inheritance in You?" I am considering beginning a series of posts on what I'm learning in the Sermon. I'd study for an hour and a half in the PR, and then spend the last half hour typing up what I've learned. Having to articulate my thoughts to a wider audience might help get the Word inside me. So look for that in the future.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Upside-Down

Mirrored from my Xanga, for those who can't access it (yay, more of Ducky's embarrassing poetry!!)

Upside-Down

I have always known the sunset sky is the land of upside-down.

Gilt-edged continents slowly drift

In a sea of changing fire;

The light laps at their shores

And pools in purple hollows.

A map charted with G-d’s own hand—

Can you see, in the distant gold of liquid light,

A small ship sailing on and on

Speeding toward the sun.

Blind Spot

Sometimes I am suddenly conscious of the fact that I live in my own head. Has that ever happened to you? In the course of your day, you abruptly find yourself watching your own movements and listening to yourself speak. I'm not talking about a sociopathic detachment. I am speaking of a kind of wonder: of the realization that I am me.

We are incapable of holding onto that understanding in everyday life. It's a kindness, really; if you spent all day watching yourself, you would naturally progress to second-guessing yourself, and eventually you'd drive yourself mad.

But I sometimes wonder why I'm incapable of deep self-reflection in that state. Why can't I examine the actions of the previous day and dispassionately say, "That act was self-centered; that was self-righteous; that was true servanthood; and that was motivated by fear in the beginning"? Why am I incapable of looking at myself critically and saying, "This area needs improving; that part needs to die; and the L-rd is obviously cultivating that little seed"?

I think this is the reason: without that heightened gestalt awareness (to steal a phrase from Frank Herbert), even the dim understanding I have of myself causes me to want to improve myself. Make myself into something different. And I can't. I can't see clearly, and I can't improve myself. I am my own blind spot.

This is what it comes down to: Why am I stuck being me? Why don't I have the power to examine and truly change myself? Why do I have to rely on G-d to point things out to me and to change me?

What an audacious thing to ask. That hearkens back to the question in Isaiah 29 and Romans 9: "Shall the thing made say of him who made it, 'He did not make me'? Or shall the thing formed say of him who formed it, 'He has no understanding'? ... But indeed, O man, who are you to reply against G-d? Will the thing formed say to him who formed it, 'Why have you made me like this?'"

It's a case of the clay rebelling against the potter, a testament to futility. I mean, He knew what He was doing when He made me. Even desiring a greater understanding of myself means that I am setting myself on the throne of my heart, as A.W. Tozer said:

A moral being, created to worship before the throne of G-d, sits on the throne of his own selfhood and from that elevated position declares, "I AM." That is sin in its concentrated essence...
Who am I to say who I am? He made me; He knows where I'm going; His plans for me are beyond anything I could imagine. He is the G-d "who gives life to the dead and calls those things which do not exist as though they did" (Romans 4:17).

Why do we, as human beings, insist on improving ourselves and defining ourselves in our own way and in our own time? We can't even see most of the things that need changing, although we can certainly believe we can see how others need to change (the splinter vs. the plank in the eye, like Yeshua said). Simply put, it's pride. It's setting ourselves above G-d and believing our timing, our plans, and our perceptions are better than His.

What foolish beings we are, to try to be so strong for ourselves...when the One who has everything waits for us to ask Him to change us. We have the Holy Spirit living inside of us. Do we know what that means? He is the one who makes all things beautiful in time (Ecclesiastes 3:11). It's His job to change us. I am not saying that we are supposed to just live our lives all, "Oh, if I sin, Holy Spirit will tell me. Hmm, don't hear anything; guess I'm fine!" No, we're supposed to be zealous to repent (Revelation 3:19). But all we can do is recognize our poverty of spirit and say, "L-rd, I can't define or change myself. You change me. Your leadership is perfect. You have the ability to remold me, because only You see clearly."

... I don't know where all that came from. But obviously the L-rd has been poking around in some corners of my heart. Anyway, feedback is welcome, as always.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Bleargh

That about describes how I feel. Dizzy, no energy, unable to focus... I have spent the past few days trying to work at home, attempting to navigate without bumping into walls, sucking down orange juice by the gallon, and forcing myself to consume what are probably the worst-tasting zinc drops ever invented.

My only comforts are these:

  1. A lack of stimuli for my overstressed brain (my brain on Monday: "People talking? Keyboards clattering? Noooooooo!!!!")
  2. A fireplace
  3. My ducky slippers
  4. The fact that Wikipedia is featuring an article on Alison Krauss
  5. The fact that I have five Alison Brown CDs in at the library, thus satisfying my jazz/newgrass craving
  6. The fact that my geekiness remains undaunted by my current state of ill health
Despite my lack of energy, I feel kind of antsy. I miss being at work and seeing my prayer room team. I am going to work tomorrow no matter how I feel. Two and a half days at home is more than enough.

Readers, what do you do to avoid boredom when you get sick?