Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas

Yesterday, 25 December 2011, was Christmas. (This is my obvious statement for the day.) Got up around 8:00 AM to be sure that I'd be ready to leave for church by 9:15 AM. When we arrived, there was a delicious pancake-and-sausage breakfast prepared for everyone, followed by a somewhat brief-ish worship service with a strong sermon (on the importance of 'treasuring up in one's heart' our encounters with God's activity in our lives) and the eucharist. Came home, and after a bit of reading in D. Michael Quinn's Early Mormonism and the Magic World View (up to page 116), it was time to open presents. I got my mother a movie (Taking Charge) and a CD by Matt Maher. Wish I could've afforded more, or that the store had actually had some other things she would've wanted. She, in turn, got me:
  • a six-month World Deluxe gift membership to Ancestry.com, active starting today
  • a copy of the Xbox 360 game Assassin's Creed: Revelations
  • a new pair of slippers
  • a pair of sweatpants
  • Metaphysics: An Anthology, edited by Jaegwon Kim and Ernest Sosa
  • Evangelicals and Nicene Faith: Reclaiming the Apostolic Witness, edited by Timothy George
  • Christian America? What Evangelicals Really Want by Christian Smith
  • In the Name of Jesus: Exorcism Among Early Christians by Graham Twelftree
  • Creation out of Nothing: A Biblical, Philosophical, and Scientific Exploration by Paul Copan and William Lane Craig
  • The Untamed God: A Philosophical Exploration of Divine Perfection, Simplicity, and Immutability by Jay Wesley Richards
  • Passionate Conviction: Contemporary Discourses on Christian Apologetics, edited by Paul Copan
  • Invocation and Assent: The Making and Remaking of Trinitarian Theology by Jason E. Vickers
  • Horrendous Evils and the Goodness of God by Marilyn McCord Adams
  • Miracles in Greco-Roman Antiquity: A Sourcebook for the Study of New Testament Miracle Stories, edited by Wendy Cotter
  • Naturalism and the Human Condition: Against Scientism by Frederick Olafson
  • The Death of Truth: What's Wrong with Multiculturalism, the Rejection of Reason and the New Postmodern Diversity by Dennis McCallum
  • The Lost World of Genesis One: Ancient Cosmology and the Origins Debate by John Walton
  • The Meaning of Jesus: Two Views by Marcus Borg and N. T. Wright
  • The Historical Jesus Quest: Landmarks in the Search for the Jesus of History by Gregory W. Dawes
  • The Interpretation of the New Testament in Greco-Roman Paganism by John Granger Cook
  • Divine and Human Action: Essays in the Metaphysics of Theism, edited by Thomas V. Morris
After relaxing in our family room by the fireplace for a while, I went to my room for a five-hour 'nap' from about 2:30 to 7:30, which included an odd dream that, best as I can recall it, involve myself and my friend Kristyn inserting three of our hands (two of mine and one of hers, I think) into a brown paper bag... to fill in for the Teletubbies... who had been removed from their position in a project... to retranslate the biblical book of Micah? Sometimes it boggles my mind that I can have the dreams I do, and not be a crack addict or something. I'm sure the dream was even stranger than the few points that stick out in my mind.

After I got up, we had a supper of turkey, stuffing, fried potatoes, and mixed vegetables. After that, I went to my room to both start playing Assassin's Creed: Revelations and to turn on my computer in hopes of writing this post. Well, one of those things went much worse than the other. And it wasn't the video game. A couple viruses had snuck past my antivirus the other day, and apparently cleaning them out wasn't enough. My computer had lost the capacity to start Windows, necessitating a full system recovery. All data: lost. All programs: lost. All settings: lost. Now, I'd be a lot more distressed if I didn't have virtually everything backed up on my external hard drive in Kentucky. But still, I was and am quite upset, because this is a massive inconvenience. At least I didn't lost too much in the way of notes....

Anyway, I stayed up until around 5:00 AM in an effort to begin restoring my computer to functional status. That involved re-downloading a slew of programs (Firefox, Open Office, Adobe Flash Player, Adobe Reader, iTunes, Google Earth, etc.), starting to download a massive collection of podcasts (which still has well over a thousand episodes to go), attempting to re-create my blog subscription lists from memory.... It took a while, and I'm still not wholly done.

Today I'm experiencing further obstacles, in that apparently Firefox 9.0.1 uses the Ctrl+I keyboard shortcut for something other than italics, and although I successfully disabled that with through the use of Firefox extension Customizable Shortcuts 0.5.9, I still can't get it to play nice with Blogger. On the other hand, Firefox will use the italics shortcut when writing up a complaint about it in the Blogger forums, and Blogger will use the italics shortcut when I'm typing it via the otherwise-awful browser Google Chrome, which I downloaded today in an attempt to circumvent this particular problem but which I can now see is both aesthetically and functionally inferior to Firefox. So I just need to hope and pray that someone can provide me with a solution, or else all my blogging will be in Google Chrome... yecch.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

To a New Home

So on Saturday, 17 December 2011, I finally woke up at 1:30 PM. A good shower, a shave, and a few miscellaneous such tasks brought me to 2:30 PM, which is around when I finished reading Quodvultdeus of Carthage's Creedal Homilies. Then I sat down and began notes on the first seventy pages of Kurt Widmer's Mormonism and the Nature of God: A Theological Evolution, 1830-1915. While I did that, I listened to an episode of the Mormon Expression podcast that dealt with the subject of divorce in Mormon culture. Needless to say, since the ME folks have a hard time bringing on voices who come from neither a secular ex-Mormon or a somewhat liberal Mormon perspective, it was sadly a bit of an echo chamber of railing against how harmful traditional understandings of marriage are, and about how it should be easier to get a divorce than to get married in the first place. But, it served as fine background for my note-taking task. Also splurged on a delicious footlong buffalo chicken sub from Subway at 5:00 PM for a much-needed daily meal, and finished off the last of my bag of jalapeno-flavored potato chips.

When I finished taking notes, I drove down to my friend Meghan's house (which was nearly impossible to find in the dark, no matter how many times I've been there). While she cleaned a few things up and dealt with her nosy cat, she made the grave mistake of leaving me unsupervised with her open Facebook. Declining to do any real damage, I simply posted the status update, "Playing with my cats to prepare for the next sixty years of... playing with cats." After a few mutual friends began liking the status, she came over and added a comment mentioning that I'd hijacked her Facebook. She also made the minor mistake of tagging me.... so then when I was sitting there, her aunt messaged Meghan noting that I was the person they'd talked about earlier. Her aunt then clarified, "That is the one I thought you were in a relationship with." Heh.... well, that's an opportunity for mischief I could hardly pass up, so - as Meghan - I replied back, "He is awfully cute!" To which her aunt replied, "I really thought the way you two were hanging out that he WAS your boyfriend. Maybe that is a sign of the future?? You can never tell." At this point, laughing, I simply replied, "I can only hope", with a wink; and Meghan's aunt, still believing she was communicating to her niece, said, "I will hope with you." At that point, I decided not to dig the hole any deeper, and I shared it with Meghan and with Meghan's housemate, the latter of whom found it quite amusing. Later, Meghan messaged her aunt to explain that I'd intercepted the messages and made those replies on Meghan's behalf. The aunt's stunned reply ended with the statement, "I hope I didn't embarrass you, but I still think you two would be a good match." Many lulz were had by all. Of course, that's not all we did with the evening. Using Netflix, we also watched the 2009 film Gamer, starring Gerard Butler. Great movie; look it up if you aren't familiar with it.

Anyway, technically that lasted until early (e.g., 1:30 AM) the morning of Sunday, 18 December 2011. When I got back to my dorm, I read the introduction to Phil Stevenson's The Ripple Church: Multiply Your Ministry by Parenting New Churches and then read the preface, introduction, and first eight pages of the first chapter in D. Michael Quinn's Early Mormonism and the Magic World View, revised and expanded edition. I also took notes on everything I read in Quinn. Finally, before bed, I wished a philosophically inclined friend a happy birthday with the following message: "Let T be today, H(t) be the degree of happiness you experience on a given day t, and x be H(v) where v is the typical day in your life. On the grounds that T is the occasion for a commemoration of your birth, my wish for you is that H(T) >> x." He appreciated it.

Anyway, I slept from 4 'til noon, unfortunately sleeping through my alarm and hence failing to make it to church as I'd hoped. When I did get up, I resigned myself to reading the remainder of the first chapter of Quinn's Early Mormonism and the Magic World View, which took me through page 29. After that, I took notes on not only that chapter, but also all of the pertinent endnotes (which, in any Quinn book, are exceedingly copious). Then I confirmed my flight reservation and printed my boarding passes. That took me to 3:00 PM, when I showered and then - at 4:00 PM, after sorting it - began doing my first load of laundry, consisting of towels. After putting it in the washer, I went to Subway to pick up a six-inch chicken breast sub with chipotle southwest sauce. By the time I got back and finished eating, it was about time to put my towels in the dryer and my clothes in the washer. Then I went back to my room, cleaned off my desk, cleaned off my spare bed, cleaned out my drawers, sorted my findings, shelved all my loose books, and packed up my backpack for my travels. Then at 5:30 PM, I went downstairs to put my clothes in a dryer and my bedding in a washer, and I took my towels back upstairs, folded them, and put them away. After that, I took seven empty gallon jugs down to recycling, and then consolidated my massive heap of assorted bags of trash into just a few extremely dense bags to go out to the dumpster.

When I returned, I chatted with my mother via Skype from about 6:09 to 6:20 PM, and then at 6:30 PM I turned my car keys over to my friend Andrew (so that he can run my engine once a week during my absence), and we went to the library so he could check the time schedule and I could drop off seven library books that were due back - including Prudentius and Quodvultdeus, neither of which I'd had time to take notes on, as well as Widmer's Mormonism and the Nature of God, thus leaving my notes on it incomplete. When I got back at 6:40 PM, I put my bedding in the dryer and took my clothes upstairs to fold. Then at 7:15 PM, I vacuumed the room (boy did it need it), and then at 7:30 PM went down to get the bedding, lug it back upstairs, fold it, and stow it on top of my bed. At 7:45 PM, I started an intense scrub-down of my mini-fridge, which had a great deal of spilled drinks caked onto the bottom along with some loose hairs. Yecch...

Anyway, at 8:00 PM I took a few extra notes on Richard Bauckham's Jesus and the God of Israel - a portion or two I hadn't jotted down before - and then started relaxing. At 8:20 PM, I turned off the fridge and cleaned the bathroom, and then at 8:50 I joined Andrew in the lounge to watch a few episodes from the second season DVD of The Big Bang Theory. During that, I went to Subway and got a six-inch meatball sub with jalapeno-flavored potato chips and a Sprite to bring back. Then at 10:00 PM, my dear friend Lori arrived to pick me up, so I finished packing and departed. We went through the McDonald's drive-thru so she could get some food (as well as some extra fries and a drink for me), and we also got the movie Horrible Bosses from Redbox. After we got back to her place at 11:00 PM, we watched it, and then chatted for a while in the dark and watched a bunch of clips on YouTube. That technically carried us into the morning of Monday, 19 December 2011. Finally, at 3:10 AM we took a brief rest - it was supposed to be a nap, but we mostly kept talking to one another from our respective couches - and then at 4:00 AM we got up and she ran me to the airport.

I got to the airport at 4:30 AM and stood in an unnecessary line for twenty minutes until realizing that I didn't need to. So at 4:50 AM I went through security, which was quite fast and painless, really. Took maybe two minutes or so. At 5:00 AM, I reached Gate A1 and used my computer for about twenty minutes or so. Boarded at around 5:30 AM, and my flight departed at 5:50 as scheduled. I arrived in Chicago O'Hare at 6:00 AM in its time zone (7:00 in the one I'd just departed), and it took me a full half-hour to talk to Gate B22A, though I picked up a delicious soft pretzel from Auntie Anne's along the way. It then took me another fifteen minutes to backtrack and find an outlet in hopes of using my computer - but, alas, no free wi-fi there. So then I went to the gate and took a brief nap on the seats until my flight boarded at around 7:20 AM (8:20, Kentucky and Pennsylvania time). My flight departed twenty minutes later or so, and I arrived in Harrisburg at 10:12 AM. Of course, as with the preceding flight, the last twenty minutes was hell on earth, thanks to the intense pain in my ears from the pressure differentials. That may have actually been the most intense pain of my entire life, actually.

I met my mother swiftly, since she'd arrived at the same moment I did. We were out of there by 10:25 AM. It took us until 11:40 AM to reach my friend's house a bit further north, but after picking my friend up, we started the drive back down here. I'd guess that around 1:15 PM, we finally made it to my new trailer. My mother gave us both an extensive tour, and I greeted my cats warmly. After that, I was exhausted, so my friend and I caught a couple hours of a nap before a spaghetti dinner at 5:00 PM. Much of the rest of the evening was spent in a lengthy effort to get my TV, VCR, and RF modulator all hooked up to one another properly so that I could play my XBox 360 again. That attempt involved finding manuals online, going to K-mart to purchase a pair of coaxial cables, and finally having an old family friend swing by to help with the logistics. It was about 9:30 PM by the time that was done, and I refamiliarized myself with Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood until 3:30 AM this morning. Now I'm sitting here, finishing up leftovers from last night and awaiting a turn in the shower.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Semester Done

So, the semester is finally over! Last night (15 December 2011), I spent a goodly portion of the evening watching episodes from the fourth season of The Big Bang Theory with the guys out in one of the dorm lounges. That no doubt sounds like slacking off, but actually I brought a notebook with me so that I could socialize while still organizing the outline for my paper. Then, after a while, we all went to Applebee's for some relaxation, and to celebrate my one friend's birthday earlier in the week. Had some delicious boneless wings and a couple glasses of Blue Moon; good, soothing, refreshing stuff, that is. After we returned back to the dorm, I and some of the guys stayed up late counseling a friend about women. (I didn't really have much to say, save general encouragement.) I believe I stayed up a bit after that to finish organizing my notes and outline for the paper.

This morning (16 December 2011) after getting up, I spent about an hour writing the first 2.5 pages of the paper before going to lunch. (Before that, I also read Quodvultdeus of Carthage's first homily on the creed. Superb!) Then I returned and, over the next few hours I slowly, steadily churned out the next four pages of the paper. After that, it was off to the library to return a few more books and to utilize a work by Saint Augustine to flesh out the last half-page or so, and at last I could call it quits. After printing out my paper (along with a form I'll need to get filled out this weekend), I stapled it, took it to the administration building, and sent it through the seminary mail system to the professor as he'd requested. (This is after having scared my friend Meghan a few times, since she listens to music through headphones while working on homework on the library computers, making it laughably easy to sneak up on her.)

Returning to the dorm, I chatted with friends on Skype for a bit while also reading the edited transcript of a 2006 interview with D. Michael Quinn, formerly a history professor at Brigham Young University who was driven out of his established position there because the honesty of his work made the powers-that-be a bit too uncomfortable. Then I took a nap for about 3-4 hours. I think I've earned it. After waking up, I grabbed a six-inch meatball sub from Subway (for less than two dollars!), then returned to the dorm to again talk to some friends via Skype and listen to music and a few podcasts: a couple episodes on the issue of paid clergy from Mormonism Research Ministry's Viewpoint on Mormonism podcast; then an episode of Polygamy: What Love is This? wherein host Doris Hanson, a Christian woman who'd been raised a member of the Latter Day Church of Christ (a Mormon Fundamentalist group led by the Kingston family), interviewed Baptist pastor and author Brian Mackert, who was raised in one Mormon Fundamentalist group (the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, recently led by Warren Jeffs) and whose relatives founded and led another (the Apostolic United Brethren). Oh, also listened to the episode of the H. P. Lovecraft Literary Podcast wherein they discussed Lovecraft's story "The White Ship".

I've also continued to take notes on Michael F. Hull's Baptism on Account of the Dead (1 Cor 15:29): An Act of Faith in the Resurrection. Tonight I managed to get through the third of the four chapters, and I believe before bed I intend to commit myself to finishing the project. That way tomorrow I can move on to taking notes on a couple of the other remaining books I really ought to get to before I return them to the library.

It's hard to think that now I have just a couple days separating me from my flight back home! It's a massively imposing thought. I suspect most of Sunday will be occupied with cleaning and a smidgen of packing....

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EDIT: And now, at 3:24 AM on 17 December 2011, I have at last finished taking notes on Hull's Baptism on Account of the Dead. The notes weigh in at a slight bit over 27 pages. Oy... Well, I suppose that's hardly a great surprise. The largest of the portions assuredly comes from the first chapter, where I simply needed to have Hull's description of each interpreter's view, as well as Hull's evaluations. (Needless to say, I'm naturally most interested in both Hull's own interpretation of the verse and also his critiques of any vicarious baptism reading of the verse, since such an understanding is essential to the Mormon use of the passage. Noteworthy is that, even among the interpreters reviewed by Hull who did take some sort of vicarious baptism reading, none of those readings - or, at most, one or two - seemed remotely consistent with the Mormon perspective.) But I got more notes that I ever expected to from the other three chapters as well.

So now I get to go to bed...

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Catching Up

Alright, well, it's been a month and a day since the last time I posted here. It's been a busy month, to say the least!

I've been finishing up things with classes. Just yesterday, I finished my History of Methodism final (in ten minutes, I might add, and I don't think I did half-bad); turned in a dictionary-style article I wrote about my denomination (also for my History of Methodism class); and completed and submitted a three-essay-question take-home final for my Exegesis of Hebrews class. That done, I have just one academic assignment remaining: a paper (7 or 8 pages in length) on my "theology of communication", due for my Foundations of Proclamation class. I hope to brainstorm heavily about it today yet, and then write like crazy (but hopefully coherently) tomorrow. I must turn in a hardcopy of the paper on Friday via the Seminary Post Office ('SPO') system to the professor, meaning I need to get it done by the early or middle afternoon. After that, academically speaking, I'll be totally finished: 1.5 years of seminary thus far complete!

Also, I've been working on an assortment of paperwork for my denomination's upcoming Pastoral Assessment Center (PAC), where I'll be assessed for four days (18-21 January 2012) to determine whether I can become an "approved candidate" for pastoral ministry. I believe that's the stage I'd then reach, I think. It's hard to tell at times. I've taken a variety of assessment tools: Taylor-Johnson Temperament Analysis, Grip-Birkman Blueprint, etc., in addition to providing detailed financial information (all of which, given my current situation, will be completely useless to them) and answering a series of written questions about my spiritual life. At this point, aside from remembering to request that a copy of my college transcript be sent to them, the only thing I have left to do on that front - I think - is to prepare a written devotional message, due on 24 December 2011. Then I have two books to read before the assessment: Phil Stevenson's The Ripple Church: Multiply Your Ministry by Parenting New Churches (2004) and Christian Schwarz's Color Your World with Natural Church Development (2005). I look forward to learning from the first of the two, at least. The second is a bit too... colorful (literally!)... to my taste (not a person to whom I've shown it has been able to resist laughing); to say nothing of the author's refusal to actually defend himself from what appear to be potentially justified accusations of heresy (Sabellianism/modalism, in this case). But, if there's something in there that I can find truly useful, I'll be happily surprised.

On another front, as I recall, the last time I posted here was the same day that I finished reading Barnabas Lindars' The Theology of the Letter of the Hebrews. Aside from too much reliance on Dunn, it was... moderately okay. I can't say I was impressed. Later, around 22 November 2011, I finished reading Glenn C. Daman's Shepherding the Small Church: A Leadership Guide for the Majority of Today's Churches, which remained just as awesomely fantastic throughout as it seemed when I first began it. I've taken comprehensive notes on it as well, so I'll be able to continue utilizing its many insights and practical suggestions throughout the rest of my life, given the opportunity. The same is true for the book I read afterwards, Albert Y. Hsu's The Suburban Christian: Finding Spiritual Vitality in the Land of Plenty. Instead of being geared towards pastors or church board members, as was Daman's book, Hsu's is aimed toward the typical suburban Christian, and it has a lot of great things to say - though I can't imagine the average person being quite so thrilled to trudge through the initial survey of the history of the suburban phenomenon. I believe I finished Hsu's book around 26 November 2011. I also took comprehensive notes on it. Then I finished reading Alan J. Roxburgh's Missional Map-Making: Skills for Leading in Times of Transition, which was assigned reading for my Equipping the Laity class. I honestly can't say I was remotely impressed by it. Some of my classmates felt like they got things out of it, but I just couldn't see it. All I found in the text was a man screaming about how everything in the world has changed, though frankly his assessments of both modernity and postmodernity seemed out-of-whack, nor did his aspersions on 'traditional' planning models (like that of Daman) seem remotely on-base. I read one review of Roxburgh's book that noted that Roxburgh seemed to be rejecting everything traditional, and then just repackaging the same stuff under a newer and trendier name. I honestly can't say I'd recommend Roxburgh's book, and I definitely don't think I'll ever have cause to read one of his others. Around the same time, I finished reading The Preaching Life by Episcopal minister Barbara Brown Taylor. It was... okay. I can see why she's a noted preacher, but I just got too much 'mainline church' vibe from her, and that vibe always creeps me out, to be perfectly honest. I think I finished both Roxburgh and Taylor around 4-5 December 2011.

Then, later on the 5th, I also finished reading one of the textbooks for my History of Methodism class, Frederick A. Norwood's The Story of American Methodism: A History of the United Methodists and Their Relations. Although dated - it was written in 1974, less than a decade after the United Methodist Church was formed (1968 - merger of the Methodist Church and the United Evangelical Brethren) - it was still quite good. The next day, I finished three more books. The first two books were commentaries on Hebrews that I was reading for my Exegesis of Hebrews class: Harold W. Attridge's Hebrews: A Commentary on the Epistle to the Hebrews (in the Hermeneia series) and Luke Timothy Johnson's Hebrews: A Commentary (in the New Testament Library series). And then I also finished the other textbook for my History of Methodism class, my professor Ken Kinghorn's The Heritage of American Methodism. All were worthwhile reads. Then, a couple days ago on 12 December 2011, I finished reading Words Made Fresh: Essays on Literature and Culture by Larry Woiwode, which I received as part of an Early Reviewer program but was prevented from finishing by the demands of the semester until now. Looks like my review won't be so early after all!

And then this morning, I finished The Poems of Prudentius, Vol. 2 by Aurelius Prudentius Clemens and translated by M. Clement Eagan as part of the Fathers of the Church series. Good stuff, though I'm not as impressed with Prudentius' metre as I was when I read the first volume. A number of long poems are included in this volume. First up is his Apotheosis, a poem dedicated to defending the doctrine of the deity of Christ against a variety of errors, including the Sabellian heresy, non-Christian Judaism, and the Ebionite heresy. I here quote my favorite section of the Apotheosis, lines 238-289 (taken from pages 13-15):
This our salvation is, our life and way,
Never to name the Father without the Son
And never to confess the Son as God
Without the Father's name, never invoke
The Father and Son without the Holy Spirit,
Yet not to make of them three separate gods
But to understand one God subsists in three.
The Son is not the Father, for we know
That of the Unbegot He is true Son
And Father may not be Son to Himself.
It is absurd to think that from Himself
The Father was begot as some outgrowth
Or new material of a sudden birth;
That God brought forth and made Himself this Son.
The names divine express naught vague or false.
The Father is the Father by begetting,
The Son is Son because He is begot.
Coequal with His Father and supreme,
How can their operation be the same
Unless the Son has all the Father's might
And in their essence Father and Son are one?
Some further go and this begetting probe,
If it is right for human thought to strive
To know this mystery beyond all time,
Beyond all ages and creation's dawn,
Which passes all man's wit to comprehend.
Since origins are difficult to grasp,
How shall to mortal man the power be given
To know what God did ere the world began,
How he the Word with no beginning framed?
This is revealed to us: the Word is God,
Of Father unbegot one perfect Son
Without beginning, yet originate,
Eternal with the Father, yet born of Him.
The Father was not severed in such way
That part of Him became the Son, nor did
His substance lengthen, dwarfing His Godhead,
As a transmuted portion formed the Son.
God changes not, nor does He from Himself
Take anything when He begets the Son,
Who is whole God from whole God, Light from Light.
But when is light without the light? When does
A shining light lack radiance, or when
Does flame diminish flame? When is the Father
And God and Light not God and Father of Light?
If once He was not Father and begot
In time the Son, a new mode He acquired.
Let us not think God's fullness may increase.
God and Father, light and glory, He was
For aye, nor was He Father afterwards.
Eternal with the Father Christ we hold,
Begot of Father who no father had.
The rest of the poem is really great too, even if Prudentius does briefly critique (though through assertion rather than argument) one or two minor positions I myself hold, such as traducianism with respect to the origin of the individual human soul. Moving along, his Hamartigenia is a poem dealing with the origin of sin, and is mainly an attack on the Marcionite heresy, which held two opposing gods: the evil god of the Old Testament, and the good God of the New Testament. It has some fantastic polemic, and also some splendid material on free will. The next poem is the Psychomachia, an allegorical epic that depicts all the virtues and vices as female warriors meeting on the battlefield (of the soul), Iliad-style. It's pretty awesome, and at times the virtues dispatch their foes quite gruesomely. For instance, lines 417-431 (page 94) on Sobriety's victory over Sensuality:
Sobriety hurls from the cliff a stone
And gives the death-blow to her lying there.
As chance gave to the leader this strong bolt,
Who bears no weapons but her warlike sign,
Chance drives the stone to crush the breathing mouth
And with the hollow palate mix the lips.
The teeth within are loosened, and the tongue
All mangled, fills the throat with clots of blood.
The throat rebels at this unwonted food
And then spews up the lumps of broken bones.
"Drink now your blood after your many cups,"
The maiden chides, "let this by your grim fare
In place of all the sweets of your past life.
Let death's unsavory taste and this vile draught
Turn all the pleasures of your life to gall."
...Awesome. Anyway, the next poem is a two-book poem titled Contra Symmachum ('Against Symmachus'), which is a reply to a man named Symmachus who petitioned the Roman Senate to once again start recognizing the old pagan faiths as valid and to restore the statue of the pagan goddess Victory to the Senate House. The first book is a lengthy attack on the old pagan gods, while in the second book, Prudentius offers direct responses to Symmachus' speech, which apparently is also still extant; I'll have to check it out sometime. The last work in the volume is Prudentius' Tituli Historiarum ('Scenes from Sacred History'), which are a series of quatrains narrating biblical stories, as in this seasonally appropriate 28th quatrain about the angels greeting the shepherds (ll. 109-112; p. 188):
Light angelic bedazzles the watchful eyes of the shepherds,
Making known the good tidings that Christ has been born of a virgin.
They find Him wrapped in swaddling clothes, and His crib was a manger;
They exult with great joy and kneeling, they worship his Godhead.
Next up will also be another piece of patristic literature: the Creedal Homilies of Quodvultdeus of Carthage (formerly commonly known as "Pseudo-Augustine"). I haven't yet begun to read any of the homilies themselves. They were delivered to competentes (catechumens who were finally ready to 'take the plunge' together, so to speak) shortly before Easter as a final bit of instruction in the faith. I have, however, read the translator's introduction, and it's fascinating. He describes the overall site of rites associated with baptism in the Carthaginian church, and it must have been truly awe-inspiring. Imagine being part of this group clad in nothing but goatskins in the midst of a candle-lit church, presented to the congregation, undergoing yet further vigorous exorcism... How impressive an experience that must have been, and the goatskins are a fantastic contrast to the white garments worn for the baptismal day itself.

Anyway, while I haven't taken any notes yet on this second volume of Prudentius' poetry (though I fully intend to), I did recently finally finish taking notes on Jerome I. Gellman's provocative book Experience of God and the Rationality of Theistic Belief. He seldom goes about things the way I would, that's for sure. But I'm glad that I finally have a complete set of notes on that. And now I'm moving on to the note-taking process on another book I finished some time back: Michael F. Hull's Baptism on Account of the Dead (1 Cor 15:29): An Act of Faith in the Resurrection (2005). It's a fascinating monograph dealing with 1 Corinthians 15:29, and the notes I'm taking will certainly be useful in future Mormon-Evangelical dialogue (since Mormons practice a sort of vicarious baptism on behalf of the deceased, largely inspired by Joseph Smith's understanding of this verse, allegedly revealed to him directly by God). I spent much of last night taking extremely extensive notes on the first chapter, where Hull presents about forty different interpretations of that controversial verse. (Today I'm working on notes for the second chapter, dealing in a very meandering way with the literary context of the verse.) None of those interpretations, by the way, quite match up with the Mormon understanding.

Speaking of Mormonism, although I haven't had much time for regular blogging lately (including at Study and Faith, other than the automated posting of selections from old Mormon literature), I have been getting involved with the local Mormon community. I attended their church's "three-hour marathon" (sacrament meeting, then Gospel Principles class, then Elders' Quorum) on 27 November 2011 and met the ward's three missionaries. I believe it was around 2 December 2011 that I met directly with the missionaries for some discussion, and then I attended the Lexington stake conference's Saturday evening session on 3 December 2011. Since then, I also attended the Nicholasville ward Christmas part on 9 December 2011, and I should be having another meeting with the missionaries this evening. I don't have time here and now to go into all the details of the things we've discussed, but I have done some reading that they requested: first, several chapters from the Book of Mormon (Helaman 13, 14, 15, 16; 3 Nephi 1); and then also four talks by their apostles at General Conference (Jeffrey R. Holland's talk "Safety for the Soul" [October 2009]; David A. Bednar's talk "Watching with All Perseverance" [April 2010]; Jeffrey R. Holland's talk "The Only True God and Jesus Christ Whom He Hath Sent" [October 2007]; and Jeffrey R. Holland's talk "My Words ... Never Cease" [April 2008]). To be perfectly honest, I like Elder Holland less every time I actually listen to what he says. Remind me to get into the reasons sometime.

So that has things more or less caught up in my life, I suppose. After I get things taken care of this week, I'll have a free weekend. Sunday night (18 December 2011) I'll be going over to visit a friend who will be taking me to the Lexington airport sometime around 2-4 AM on the 19th; my flight out of here is at 5:50 AM. I'll be flying to Chicago O'Hare, and then after a bit of a layover there, flying back east to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where my family will pick me up around 10:30 or 11:00 AM, all going according to plan. Then I intend to spend the next few days hosting a friend I haven't seen in a while, and then Christmas is coming!

Also, I'll be bringing home a few books to try to get through over the break, since I won't be returning back here until 28 January 2012. Aside from the two I already mentioned that I need to read for the Pastoral Assessment Center, I intend to work through:
  • By the Renewing of Your Minds: The Pastoral Function of Christian Doctrine by Ellen T. Charry
  • Philosophical and Theological Essays on the Trinity, edited by Thomas McCall and Michael C. Rea
  • Early Mormonism and the Magic World View (2nd ed) by D. Michael Quinn
  • The Metaphysics of the Incarnation, edited by Anna Marmodoro and Jonathan Hill
  • The Viper on the Hearth: Mormons, Myths, and the Construction of Heresy by Terryl L. Givens
  • Evolutionary Creation in Biblical and Theological Perspective by Dan Lioy
So, well, we'll see how much I get through there. I also want to dig back into my genealogical labors while I'm once more in my homeland and can travel to the places where my near-ancestors dwelt (as well as accessing local archives). It should be a pleasantly busy break - though hopefully in a relaxing sort of way!

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EDIT: I'm back from the meeting! It was an interesting time. We got to discuss some of the things I'd written in a self-introduction that I'd given them. Ultimately, the missionaries have decided that, given the nature of their work, it'd be a more efficient use of their time if they focused on dealing with people who have fewer immediate objections to Mormon teaching; however, at my request, they gave me the names of a few people in the local ward who might have more time to get into some deeper matters. Also, it turns out that with one of the talks they'd asked me to read over, I'd written down the wrong one (or they just got the year wrong in the first place). So instead of David A. Bednar's talk "Watching with All Perseverance", I'll now catch up on reading his talk "The Spirit of Revelation" [April 2011]. Meh, I was a year off. And then before I came back here, I spent some time chatting with a few of the friends I've been making at the ward.

So anyway, now I'm back here to chat with friends on Skype and to continue to take notes on Michael F. Hull's Baptism on Account of the Dead (1 Cor 15:29): An Act of Faith in the Resurrection. Oh, yeah, and brainstorm for that paper... blecch.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

8-13 November 2011

On the night of the 8th (Tuesday), I spent the evening entirely at work on an interpretation paper on Hebrews 10:1-18. Eventually I got to sleep and, before I awoke the next morning, had a rather bizarre dream in which I was using a device to record a sermon delivered by a deranged bearded preacher in a small brown wooden chapel; the preacher spent most of his time in the back of the chapel, only coming to the front at the end. And, for some reason, he spent the whole sermon pontificating on the Time Cube and on the symbols 'BOOBS', which he interpreted as a mystic acronym. I have no explanation for any of this, really.

The next day (Wednesday), during my morning class I worked on developing a first draft of a suburban ministry scenario. I wrote about four pages, going onto a fifth, during the class. After class, I met with my small group to discuss the project as a whole. I'm optimistic. I've been reading and taking notes on a number of additional books to help us in the project (even though, technically, my assigned part is just this ministry scenario, which is already about done). I also volunteered to do all the final editing, during which I hope to augment the paper with any extra ideas or citations I have from my reading. After this meeting, I went to lunch and then to my afternoon class, during which I did two things. First, I studied briefly for an exam I'd have the following day; and second, I did a great deal of the preparation of my homily on Psalm 58 for Friday. Basically, I went through all my notes and picked out some things from each source to organize into a coherent message. Also, during a group presentation in my afternoon class, one of the questions I provided sparked a lengthy discussion among the class about discussing Scripture and theology with Jehovah's Witnesses and Latter-day Saints. Heh, go figure. That was fun. I got to give everyone a crash course on the Christologies of both groups and how they understand the phrase "Son of God". After class, I spent a few minutes talking with my professor about the discussion. That evening, I showered and shaved (prematurely ending my No-Shave November attempt this year) before driving over to the apartment of a great friend, where we had a DiGiorno pizza and watched two movies, Jonah Hex and Season of the Witch. Good times. Before I left, I also looked over a basic chart she'd drawn of what she knows so far about her family history; it was done for one of the counseling classes as a way of charting familial dynamics and their impact on subsequent generations.

The next morning I took my exam, which I think went passably well, and then spent some time doing a bit of freelance genealogical research for my friend before going to lunch. (Had some chicken cordon bleu casserole and mini-calzones of a sort. Pretty good.) After lunch, I slept from about 1:00 to 4:00, and then finished reading Arthur H. DeKruyter's book The Suburban Church: Practical Advice for Authentic Ministry. After that, I reviewed the general outline I'd developed for my homily, and then I went to supper. I initially went to the cafeteria, but after seeing that all they had was a load of Mexican food - which I despise - I went to Subway instead and got a six-inch Italian BMT sub with pepperjack cheese on Italian herbs and cheese loaf. I returned at 5:28 PM and ate it here while listening to a few podcasts. Then I drafted a manuscript for my homily before, at 8:00 PM, going to a first-floor lounge to watch Community and Parks and Rec with some of my friends. After returning here shortly after 9:00 PM, I practiced my homily from the manuscript a few times before transferring the bulk of the material to a set of six notecards. Then I spent a while practicing delivering it from just the notecards. I ended the evening by printing out my bibliography and making a photocopy of the notecards to turn in.

I'm really not sure that I slept at all that night, though not for lack of trying. I eventually got out of bed Friday morning and practiced my homily from my notecards again a couple times. Then I practiced it a few times without any notes whatsoever while in the shower. After a bit of post-shower practice from the notecards again, I put on my suit and headed over to the preaching chapel where I'd be delivering it. All the homilies delivered in my class were really great. If my classmates here keep it up, their churches will never be in want of good preaching. As for my own homily, you can see for yourself how it turned out:


Promptly after we'd all finished, I came back to my dorm and slept from 10:15 AM until 3:20 PM, after which I downloaded Windows Live Movie Maker and trimmed down the above video (omitting unnecessary bits from the beginning and end), and then began trying to upload it to YouTube. This process, as it turned out, would take virtually the whole rest of the night. While I waited, I listened to a podcast dealing with polygamy and then some music while catching up on some blog reading. At 6:40 PM, I went grocery shopping (got two gallons of citrus punch and two bags of jalapeno-flavored potato chips) and then picked up a footlong chicken marinara melt sub from Subway for supper. I got back here at 7:12 PM and watched with dismay as the upload continued to take forever... but at least I had good food while doing it. I listened to more podcasts (this time, old episodes of EconTalk from 2006) and, thanks to access to the Ancestry.com record archives courtesy of my neighbor's mother, did more genealogical research while downloading a plethora of relevant images pertaining to the families of both myself and my friend. Finally the upload finished. The rest of the evening consisted of talking to some friends on Skype while doing still more genealogical research; I sketched out a bunch of charts on pieces of paper.

I ended up sleeping from 3:30 AM until 10:30 AM, and then woke up and read some of Barnabas Lindars' The Theology of the Letter to the Hebrews and then took a bunch of notes on DeKruyter's book. When that became too exhausting, I took a break to catch up - via Hulu - on the latest episodes (latest available to view via Hulu, that is) of Bones, Burn Notice, and Covert Affairs. Love all those shows. Then I got a shower and headed out to visit a friend in Nicholasville. After arriving, we relaxed for a while and then grabbed supper at Zaxby's, a restaurant I'd never heard of before coming down here and had never been to until last night. Apparently it's a fast food place specializing in chicken tenders, chicken sandwiches, and buffalo wings. Awesome. I got a 10-piece boneless buffalo wings in their Tongue Torch sauce, which was hotter than I expected, considering it was rated roughly the same as 'Original'. Fiery! Also had a side order of Texas toast - three pieces of delicious, soft, scrumptuous, thick toast.... Awesome. After supper, I showed my friend some clips from Community on YouTube, and then went on Netflix and watched a 2008 horror movie called Dying God, in which a corrupt police officer and his affiliated network of pimps faced off against a serial killer targeting prostitutes, with the killer eventually turning out to be a minor deity of a previously-thought-extinct Amazonian tribe; that creature, a kurupi, was desperate to successfully mate while also facing its own impending death from cancer. Definitely an odd movie. Anyway, I got back to my dorm shortly before midnight and then caught up on House. Finally got to sleep around 1:30.

My sleep schedule caught up with me nearly as brutally as that kurupi... never mind. Anyway, I severely overslept, only managing to move myself from bed at 12:15 PM. (During that sleep, I may have had a dream that involved some of the characters from Arrested Development, but th the details are incredibly fuzzy.) Blast... large section of the day lost. I spent the afternoon continuing to take notes on DeKruyter's book (a task I finally finished) while also finishing reading Lindars' book and making some more progress in Harold Attridge's commentary on Hebrews. Also listened to episode 160 of the Mormon Expression podcast. Then in the late afternoon and early evening, I set aside some time to take all the genealogical data for my friend that I'd jotted down on paper, and input that into the digital version of her tree that I've been constructing. I've made considerable progress, as it turns out. I think she'll be pleased when I have a chance to see her and show her the results.

That should about bring things up to date. After I finish this post and upload it, I should toss some clothes on and go to Subway for supper. (I blunted the hunger cravings earlier with a few handfuls of those delicious chips.) Also, tonight I need to begin taking notes on the book I started after DeKruyter - namely, Glenn C. Daman's Shepherding the Small Church: A Leadership Guide for the Majority of Today's Churches. I've finished the first two chapters already in terms of reading it (but have yet to take any notes), and it so far looks really fantastic.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

5-6 November 2011

Yesterday after I got up and showered, I went over to the library to do some research on Psalm 58. I think I must've spent around 4.5 hours there taking notes, and I'd spent several hours doing the same on the preceding day. So currently I have about 25 pages of notes on it, and that's scheduled to go up again quite soon. Yikes. When I finished yesterday, I'd produced about six stacks of books that I'd used. Then I went to Subway to grab some dinner to bring back to my room. To the best of my recollection, I ate it and then took a bit of a nap before waking up and getting some reading done while finishing the second season of Arrested Development and then watching the entirety of the third. What fun! One book I started reading was The Jesus of Suburbia by Mike Erre. (That was probably more productive than the prior night's activities, which involved a major struggle against my computer to upload a slew of old family photos to Facebook.)

Then today I awoke and joined my friends Meghan and Sarah to go to the local Orthodox parish for Divine Liturgy. (First, of course, I spent some time playing with Meghan's kitty Panther while I waited for them to get ready.) It was a bit warmer in there than I'd anticipated, so I had to remove my suit jacket partway through. Also, I'd forgotten how fidgety I get when I have to stand still for great lengths of time. Eventually the Divine Liturgy ended and we had a brief lunch (lasagna!) before getting treated to a wonderful presentation by the Hieromonk Justin of Sinai, a monk from the world's oldest monastery, St. Catherine's Monastery in the Sinai Peninsula. Aside from being the oldest continuously inhabited monastery in the world (having never been destroyed through the past, say, 1400-1600 years), it's also famous for being built at the foot of Mt. Sinai around what's supposed to be the bush from which God spoke to Moses, and also for having an immense wealth of icons and manuscripts - including the Codex Sinaiticus, the famed fourth-century manuscript of the entire Bible that had such an immense impact on biblical textual criticism. The hieromonk Justin had some wonderful stories to tell about the monastery's relations with the local Bedouins, who are Arabic-speaking Muslims (unlike the Greek-speaking Christians of the monastery). The relationship goes back centuries and centuries, particularly since the local Bedouins are supposed to be descended from the soldiers who were originally sent to build and guard the monastery. During the recent unrest in Egypt, the police who had been guarding various checkpoints around the monastery all left their posts there. Since the monastery was then otherwise undefended, many of the Bedouins got their contraband Kalashnikovs out of hiding and themselves began protecting the monastery - just as their ancestors did over 1400 years ago. When the Bedouins have disagreements among themselves, frequently they turn the monastery's abbot/archbishop, whom they view as a sort of revered grandfather-figure. After the presentation, I took a moment to thank Fr. Justin (the hieromonk, not the local parish priest, who's also a Fr. Justin) for coming to visit us. Fr. Justin, by the way, is also the only American monk at St. Catherine's Monastery; he's originally from Texas, though he sure doesn't have a Texan accent, and is also a convert to the Greek Orthodox Church.

When that was all finished, I drove back from Meghan's house to my dorm, read some selections from a commentary on Hebrews, and then got some rest for a few hours. I think I woke up at around 6:00 PM. Then I spent some time looking at silly things on the Internet, went and grabbed supper from Subway, and now I'm back here to continue to take notes on a variety of books (The Jesus of Suburbia, and also several pertaining to Psalm 58) while I listen to a 2006 podcast episode in which Russ Roberts of George Mason University interviews Laurence Iannaccone (then also of George Mason) about Dr. Iannaccone's specialty, the economics of religion. Hopefully this will be a productive night.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

2-3 November 2011

The night before last, I can't say I got much sleep. Went off to class, which was mildly dull. Immediately after class, I met with my project group again (just as we did during class) to hash out some details about the project we've been working on. On the plus side, one of the members got us pizza from the local pizza shop in town. On the down side, most of my group essentially just dismissed every concern or question I raised, so eventually I just decided to give up and resign myself to sticking to my chosen portion and leaving the details of the rest up to them. No point in fighting; I'm not one of the dominant personalities in the group, and most of the time I'm lucky to just get a word in edgewise over them. It does not make our group time a pleasant experience, generally speaking.

So after that meeting, I got a bit of reading done before my afternoon class. That class managed to be even duller, for the most part. I mean, at the beginning we had a good group presentation, but after that I just sort of withdrew; by the end of the class, I felt ready to rip my skin off - it practically itched to still be in there. Gah. I was very tired too. As soon as I got out of class, I immediately headed back to my room and went to sleep. I think I might have missed supper. Then last night I hung out with my neighbor and his parents, who are in town. His mother has an Ancestry.com subscription, and she let me use it for a bit to print out various documents I still needed that are accessible that way. Also got a few homemade Rice Krispie treats. Delicious!

Anyway, I ended last night with a few more episodes of Arrested Development. I have nearly the whole second season finished now. Last night I didn't get as much sleep as I would've liked, and I really had to convince myself to get out of bed this morning. After a quick shower, I went off to class and enjoyed the lecture while having a side conversation with a friend about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and Christian Zionist ideologies. After class, quite tired, I returned to my room and went to sleep again.... where I stayed until 2 PM. I guess that's what my body needed! Now I'm up and taking care of a couple things until 3 PM, which is when there's a live-streaming genealogy demo on use of newspapers at the Ancestry.com Livestream account.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

30 October 2011 - Part 1

Last night I slept... more reasonably, relatively speaking. Daniel showered first, and then I got mine while he went downstairs to play a bit of pool. We then walked to the church, where Meghan met us, having biked there from her place. We caught just barely the tail end of Sunday school, followed by the service, which lasted from 11 AM until just about 2 PM. Seriously, long service. Of course, when it takes a full hour to get around to the welcome/announcements stage, and then when the prayer is lengthy, and the sermon lasts almost a whole hour as well.... Anyway, Rev. Givens preached a powerful message on John 3:1-7 about the necessity of being born again, because "good isn't good enough". Plenty of great gospel music there, of course. After things ended, we didn't stick around for their fellowship meal, since we were on a tighter time schedule. We walked to Subway, discussing the service on the trip. Once there, we had lunch together (mmmm, sub...). Then Meghan had to part ways with us, and Daniel and I returned to the dorm. We grabbed his stuff, and then went down to the prayer chapel, where he performed a couple of his latest musical compositions for me on the piano. One of them was among his best pieces of work, I think. Then we carried his stuff out to his car, exchanged some books (he returned some I'd let him borrow, and I let him borrow two new ones: David deSilva's Bearing Christ's Reproach, and Francis Collins' The Language of God), and read some Chuck Norris fact jokes. Daniel returned with me to the dorm to refill his water bottle and use the restroom once more, and then I went with him back outside to see him off. Naturally, he blared his horn obnoxiously while driving through the parking lot, just for good measure. Now he's on his way back to Pennsylvania, hopefully on a safe journey. I'll miss the guy, but I'll see him again, God willing, when I return home for Christmas break. Now, however, I believe I have little choice but to take a nap to recharge, since I haven't gotten much sleep lately.

29 October 2011

So this morning Daniel and I woke up - well, he woke up, I was still basically awake because it's difficult to sleep through a snore that makes it sound like I'm sharing the room with a chainsaw - and got showers before going to drop by the rooms of a few select friends here in the dorm. After meeting my friend Jon downstairs and harassing him for a while as he drank his morning espresso, the three of us decided to go to the local cafe, Solomon's Porch, which has some amazing sandwiches with amazing names and descriptions.... like the Wesley Club, described as "near perfection", or the "Fo' Sure Not Kosher", which includes many non-kosher things like bacon... and is served with a kosher dill pickle. I got the Wesley Club, Daniel got the Temple, and Jon got the Hole-iness (served on a bagel). Delicious stuff. After that, I gave Daniel a tour of the library, and we checked out a few extra books relating to our denomination, including a somewhat... quirky... catechetical manual from 1965. Which included a glossary that defined several basic "new words" wrong... like the word 'virgin'. The manual had some hilarious stuff, to be honest. Afterwards, we passed by the John Wesley statue on campus, returned to the dorm to recharge a bit, and then drove to our friend Meghan's house, where we shared some of that catechetical manual's joys with her. There we played with her cats, watched the movie Sherlock Holmes, took some psychological tests, and played a game of Clue, which I somehow won. Also got to know one of Meghan's housemates a bit better. Oh, and we ordered a couple pizzas from Papa John's. Delicious. After finally returning to campus after around 7.5 hours spent with Meghan, we dropped briefly by the girls' dorm to visit our other friend Amanda for a bit before returning here. Now I'm just catching up on a couple Internets while Daniel takes his medicine, and we'll see about getting some sleep soon. Tomorrow, Meghan will be meeting us in town, and we'll be walking a couple minutes to the local black Baptist church, which neither of them have ever visited yet. (I have, and it's an interesting time. First time I went, we all stood in a circle, held hands, and sang Kum-Ba-Yah. Not kidding.) Alas, after church tomorrow, we'll need to catch a quick lunch before sending Daniel back off to snowy Pennsylvania.

Friday, October 28, 2011

28 October 2011

Today's been a reasonably good day, despite its start. I got up quite late - just ten minutes before my morning class began - and so I felt rather... grimy. I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, tossed on some clothing, and went to class. Class was pretty good; we spent lots of time in groups. I also found out that the next speech I'll be delivering for it will be a devotional... on Psalm 58. Which has a lovely line about the righteous "bathing their feet in the blood of the wicked", and exhorts God to break the wicked's teeth. Awesome. After class, I came back here, took down my recycling, and took out a couple bags of trash while clearing off the spare bed and my intolerably messy desk. Then I went to lunch, where I stayed for about 1.5 hours, since my friends began arriving just after I finished eating. When that was all done, I came back here and watched three more episodes of Arrested Development, up through the season 1 finale. After that, I caught up on a few blogs, and then decided that - being quite tired - it'd be prudent to take a nap. I did, and I believe I woke up around 6 PM. It must have been a restful slumber, since it included a dream that, to the best of my recollection, involved gaining access to a 7-dimensional library through the aid of a very powerful silver pocketwatch... I have a rather peculiar dream life, when I can remember it. Anyway, after getting up, I listened to a podcast and then some music as I finished cleaning things up. Took out the last two bags of trash, put away my laundry (finally!), then vacuumed everything and Febreezed the living daylights out of it all. Now the room looks remarkably habitable. That said, I have nothing left for the evening but to await my friend Daniel's arrival after the lengthy and harrowing trip west-southwest from our native land. Given that he has difficulty even finding my house at times, I predict that it could be a few more hours until he makes it. I certainly hope his travels are safe and swift, though. I'm eager to see him.

In the meantime, though, I'm collecting some more genealogical data. A chance Internet search revealed that the Strausstown Roots website has information on the ancestors of my great-great-great-great-grandmother Elisabeth Rauch nee Moyer. This is thrilling, since it was only 17 days ago that I even found out about Elisabeth. To refresh: it turns out that my great-great-great-great-grandfather Jonathan Rauch first married Elisabeth Rauch in 1851. With her, he had two children, William Rauch and my great-great-great-grandmother Priscilla Rauch (later wife of Jacob Mountz). But Elisabeth died in 1854 at the all-too-early age of 25. Sometime in the next few years, Jonathan Rauch married Elisabeth's sister Mary Magdalene Moyer. Together, they had at least four children: Ezra Rauch (b. c. 1857), Monroe Rauch (b. 1860), Samuel Rauch (b. July 1867), and Mary L. Rauch (b. c. 1872). Mary Magdalene Rauch nee Moyer died in 1903, and her husband Jonathan followed suit in 1906, having outlived both of his wives.

Now for the new material. It seems that Elisabeth Moyer was the daughter of Johannes Meyer (1805-1872) and his wife Barbara Meyer nee Wilhelm (1802-1886). Johannes, in turn, was the son of Georg Meyer (1770-1847) and his wife Susanna Meyer nee Peiffer (1773-1833), while Barbara was the daughter of Adam Wilhelm (1754-1834) and his wife Maria Christina Wilhelm nee Gruber (1766-1825). At the moment, I've just been jotting down what's available on Maria Christina Gruber's ancestry. She was the daughter of Adam Gruber (1735-1807) and his wife Catherine Elizabeth Gruber nee Schauer (1744-1790). And here's the part that caught me really off-guard: for the birthplace of Catherine Elizabeth Schauer, the site listed "Northkill Amish Settlement" in Bern Township, Berks County, Pennsylvania. Amish? Now that caught my attention! Indeed, we're talking the first Amish settlement in the New World here, established just in 1740. But I'm not sure where, if at all, that would fit in. Catherine was the daughter of Johann Adam Schauer (c1718-1762) and (probably?) his wife Anna Elizabeth Schauer nee Koch (c1718-c1775). Catherine was baptized at the local Lutheran church, however, by its pastor Caspar Stoever; Johann Adam was married in the Lutheran church in Stouchsburg in 1748 (3.5 years, I note, after the birth of his daughter Catherine); and it seems that Johann Adam's father Michael Schauer, a German immigrant, was one of those who received the 1744 land warrant for the church's use. This family, then, was Lutheran rather than Amish. Or so I conclude for now. Johann Adam Schauer was himself born in New York to two German immigrant parents who met in America: Michael Schauer (1699-1772) of Massenbach (in Baden-Wurttemberg), and Elizabeth Catharina Lauck (c1696-1784) of "Wallau/Hofheim, Darmstadt, Hessen". So, assuming that this website has the picture roughly right (and I've always found it to be fairly reliable, often citing particular sources), this Michael Schauer would be my... ninth-great-grandfather (that is, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather). And I haven't even finished exploring the wealth of data collected on this website. Looks like I'll have plenty of other folks to research when I'm back home in Pennsylvania this winter!

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And, just as I was finishing up this post, I got a call from Daniel to the effect that he's reached the campus, and so I gave him (again) detailed directions on how to reach the dorm. He should be here in a matter of minutes now.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

27 October 2011

Alright, so, this morning after a productive class on the history of Methodism - we covered the origins of the Free Methodist movement today - I went over to the local United Methodist Church to do an interview with the pastor, who also happens to be one of my professors. We had a good time. After that, I came back here, ate a Ramen-based meal, and took a lengthy nap until, um, evening. Then I watched a few more episodes of Arrested Development, after which I went out to the common area to watch the new Community episode with a few friends. Since one key member of our crew is at a concert tonight, nobody's goinhg to Applebee's, so I picked up some groceries and a dinner from Subway, and now I'm back here Skyping with my mother about paint choices for our new trailer, after which it's back to Arrested Development.

26 October 2011

So the night of the 25th, I had to stay up late finishing a very irritating paper for my Wednesday morning class. Ugh.... the process of writing it felt like having a loose tooth behind my eyeball. I took a break for a couple of hours at one point to hang out with the guys after I made a brief last-minute run to Subway for a late-night snack and then grabbed a Mountain Dew from the vending machine in the laundry room. I did eventually get the paper finished - or, rather, I kept writing words and eventually reached the maximum limit, though I have very little idea of what I actually said. I had one of my best friends read through it (sent it to her via Skype) and affirm that it was indeed a paper.

So today I managed to get through both of my Wednesday classes; the morning class was better than usual, since we had a guest speaker, and the diversity is always exciting. Still, thank God for multitasking. During most classes, it's all that keeps me awake. Between classes, I hung out with a series of friends - being abnormally social for once - and also got things straightened out with the hold that had been on my class registration. It was taken care of automatically, but now I have confirmation of that, so I can register for classes on November 1st. During one part of my afternoon class, I spent some time looking through the course listing and decided on a schedule for the spring semester. I believe I've picked the following four classes for 10-11 credit-hours: "Christian Ethics", "Elementary Greek II", "John Wesley's Theology for Today", and "Introduction to Pastoral Care and Counseling". During the break in my afternoon class, I got in a discussion with the professor for a while. I recommended a useful monograph in the field (which is totally the sort of thing I do): Zeba Antonin Crook's Reconceptualising Conversion: Patronage, Loyalty, and Conversion in the Religions of the Ancient Mediterranean. It's really a fantastic book. I purchased a copy when I was in college. Which, considering the price tag, was in retrospect an unwise move. Still, I treasure it and find it highly enlightening. I brought up some points from it to contribute to our class discussion. My conversation with the professor, anyway, meandered to us getting to know one another's academic backgrounds better, and I learned more about what she'd done her dissertation on.

After class, it was definitely time for a prompt nap (compensating for my greatly limited sleep the nigh before), followed by dinner with my friends. After that, I returned here and began watching season 1 of the show Arrested Development. I'm borrowing seasons 1-3 from one of my friends here. I've never seen it before, so this is fun. I'm a bit over halfway through the first season now. And that's pretty much been my night. I anticipate more tomorrow afternoon.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Lately

Lately I've been a bit busy in ways I can't really remember, so I won't go into much detail. Especially since my computer is being a total [*expletive*] lately, and it takes forever to type anything... or do anything, really...... and it's [*expletive*] ticking me off. A LOT. Last week I presented a group project in my exegesis class, and it went well. We got an A. This past Friday I delivered a speech on envy for a speaking class. The feedback I got afterwards was really quite positive, moreso than I expected and probably quite a bit more than I merited.


Let's see.... I've been resuming a friendly Facebook discussion on the kalam cosmological argument with a group of atheists and agnostics who are fellow members of the Mormon Expression Podcast Community. It's been interesting and a bit time-consuming, since I'm the sole defender of my case there, so I'm rather outnumbered. Not that I'm really complaining about it; I knew that's what I was in for. I'm also getting back into blogging at Study and Faith, and so for the past day I've been preparing a bunch of posts for release at given intervals - mostly selections from 19th-century LDS periodicals. That should ensure, so long as I steadily keep it up, that new posts keep appearing on a regular basis up through January or February of next year, even if I do nothing else - though of course I fully intend to. Then today I had to do a bunch of extremely irritating crud for one of my seminary's spiritual formation programs (a bunch of highly unproductive questions, mainly, and frankly one of the institution's great deficiencies is in actually giving everyone the tools to understand how the program works). Now I'm relaxing by downloading some mid-20th century topographical maps...

Monday, October 17, 2011

15-16 October 2011

So, just a few highlights. First, Saturday night, my neighbor picked up a bottle of generic store-brand cough syrup for me at my behest while he was at the store. Despite not having a particular flavor, it's not so bad. And it seems to have been helping, because I've felt a lot better today, relatively speaking. Today I finally recovered most of my voice. It's still a bit weak, but it'll do for now. I can communicate with people and not have them wonder what's wrong with me. (Okay, that's probably a lie. People always wonder what's wrong with me.) Somewhere in here I also finished Henderson's A Model for Making Disciples.

Now, also Saturday, I think, I got some genealogical help. You may recall that I've been wrestling with some conundrums about my ancestral Stick and Nagle families. Well, there's this wonderful site called FindAGrave.com, which catalogues graves in cemeteries all over, and the online memorials often have images of the tombstones and other goodies. Quite helpful. For ones that don't yet have pictures, users can click a button to request one - and then a message is sent to volunteers in the area, and eventually one may swing by the cemetery in question, snap the requested pictures, and upload them. Well, I've submitted a number of requests, and a wonderful fellow named Bruce fulfilled five (or six?) of them the other day! So now, for instance, I can view the memorials of Joseph Stick (grave photo not provided yet) and Catherine Nagle, and also Catherine's parents Adam Nagle and Catherine Wiest, and also Joseph's parents Henry Stick and Rosanna Dissinger. (I'd been hoping to stumble across confirmation that Rosanna was indeed a Dissinger, so this supplies it.) Just as helpful, you'll see that the memorials for Joseph Stick, his son Henry G. Stick, and Joseph's sister Rose D. Wike nee Stick now include obituaries. (I already had an obituary for Joseph's father Henry, but now I have an alternative from a closer newspaper that includes slight bits of extra information, which is good.)

So how does this help me? First, the obituaries for Joseph and Henry G. Stick both mention Adam Stick, and the identification seems plausible, since mine did indeed live in Lancaster County early in life and Sinking Spring later on. I'll have to correlate the dates of the obituaries with everything else I know to see how precise the match is. But second, I note that although this Joseph Stick is buried in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery, his parents Henry and Rosanna are buried in the Schaefferstown Cemetery - along with Adam Stick's mother Catherine Nagle Stick, listed as the wife of Joseph Stick on her grave marker. That seems awfully suggestive to me. The case is admittedly still at the circumstantial level. I have no solid proof that the Joseph Stick born to Henry and Rosanna is the same Joseph Stick who married Catherine Nagle and fathered my great-great-grandfather Adam Stick. But the evidence has mounted fairly high, and I'm leaning strongly in that direction. One thing that will help is visiting the Schaefferstown Cemetery to visit these graves in person and find out how close Catherine is to Henry and Rosanna. If she's adjacent, that'd be a good enough clincher for me. Though I'll still feel better if I can find Catherine's obituary someday.

Anyway, having stayed up until 5 AM on Saturday night, I woke up around 11 AM on Sunday morning. I had decided not to go to church and risk infecting the elderly folks there whose immune systems might be too susceptible to whatever I've got. So after a shower and a much-needed shave, I eventually succeeded in getting ready, and I set out. I drove to where I thought the clinic was, which turned out to actually be a Wal-Mart. I asked around for directions to the Jessamine Medical and Diagnostic Center, and I got some conflicting reports, one of which said it was "just over there" across a little street, pointing roughly to the south. I got into my car and put on my GPS, which took me insane paths for miles and just generally screwed with me. After backtracking quite a ways, I pulled into a church parking lot, which is where I figured out that my GPS was trying to take me back to school. Seems I forgot to hit the "Route To" button after "Follow". Blasted GPS.... So then I set it right and retraced my path... Still had some confusion at the end, and pulled off into what ended up eventually leading me to the back parking lot of the clinic. Ugh. That was so unnecessarily irritating.

So then I went to the counter, gave them my information, and it took a while to get things initially squared away. I paid my co-pay up front and sat down, and it wasn't so terribly long until a nurse took me back to the room. (I had brought a book, Donald Fairnbairn's Grace and Christology in the Early Church, so the wait wasn't bad.) Checked my height (and I came in about a half-inch shorter than I like to think of myself, ugh), my weight (seems I've lost some already, yay!), temperature, blood pressure, etc. They took a throat swab, which was - given my extremely powerful gag reflex - mercifully quick and unobtrusive. The doctor came in after a bit, checked breathing and some of the other usual doctor-y things, and after hearing about my symptoms and checking me out, she said that the swab confirmed I do not have strep throat, and that a number of things have been going around lately. She figures what I have may be viral, but since I live in a dorm where contagions can pass pretty easily, she wrote me a prescription for azithromycin anyway. Then I was free to go, and I'll go fill my prescription tomorrow when the town pharmacy is open.

So I left there and drove back here with a bit of GPS assistance. Actually, I drove straight to Subway and purchased a footlong steak-and-cheese sub on a monterrey cheddar loaf with pepperjack cheese, chipotle southwest sauce, a bit of hot sauce, grated parmesan cheese, and oregano. Before I left, I noticed my friend Elizabeth in the corner studying, so I stopped to chat with her for a while. I'm actually not sure how long that lasted, but I had to microwave my sub when I drove back to the dorm. It was delicious, though I shouldn't have been so timid about the hot sauce and my throat. I could've handled more for sure.

So, let's see. Well, I've been listening to Metallica a lot since I got back... oh, I downloaded a free program called Evernote, which should be pretty useful. It lets you save notes, images, all sorts of things to notebooks, and you can access your stuff from any device that has Evernote downloaded on it, which can include smartphones. So now, if I ever get a smartphone someday, I'll download the Evernote app for it, and then - thanks to some uploading I did once I got the program - I will have access to some of my raw genealogical records on the go. I heard about Evernote while reading some genealogy tips articles. Hmm... I took a nap from around 7-10 PM. Odd, yes, I know. But if I go to bed now in an hour, that'll still be a move in the direction of straightening out my sleep schedule. Also, downloaded a couple more old books that were mentioned in the footnotes of Frederick Norwood's The Story of American Methodism. Someday when I don't have an academic library to rely on anymore, I will still have plenty of reading to do....

In the meantime, while I'm yet up in the wee hours of the 17th, I've downloaded a book from 1911 dedicated to the history of the Ninety-third Regiment of the Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry during the Civil War. That, of course, is the unit in which Henry Stick - probably my great-great-great-great-grandfather - served, as a member of Company A. So we'll see if this book has any mention of him. It still floors me that Henry Stick volunteered for service, when he only moved to America when he was sixteen years old (est. 1851). I want to understand him better.

EDIT: Found precisely one mention of him by name in the book, in the list of all the men who served in Company A. He was, as is to be expected, a private. I was surprised that he was only mustered into the service in this unit on 25 August 1864. That's a lot later than I expected. Under the remarks section, it adds: "Dis. by G. O., June 20, 1865; died since the war; buried in Mt. Leb. Cemetery." (I checked, and "dis. by G. O." means "discharged by general order". Shame I don't know which General Order yet.) I suppose my next task will be to get a bearing for everything that the company did between 25 August 1864 and 20 June 1865. I have learned so far that Company A was known as the "Perseverance Company No. 1" on account of having been initially formed in 1861 by members of the Perseverance Fire Company. Note to self: also utilize George Uhler's Camps and Campaigns of the 93d Regiment, Penna Vols. Page 40 includes the line, "Stick, Henry, August 25, '64; dis June 20, '65".

EDIT II: Alright, so after briefly skimming through some history of the regiment, I can suggest that it's at least feasible that Henry Stick participated in battles in two campaigns: (1) in Sheridan's Valley Campaign, Henry may have fought in the Battle of Opequon [19 September 1864] and in the Battle of Fisher's Hill [22 September 1864]; and (2) in the Siege of Petersburg, Henry may have fought in the Battle of Fort Stedman [25 March 1865]. Those are just my preliminary guesses.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

13-15 October 2011

Ugh, the past couple days have been miserable. Not long after I made my last post, I did get to work on my assignments. I've had a very large project, and ideally I wanted to get things to my group by Friday at 5:00 PM as they were hoping. (Of course, frankly, that was unreasonable of them. Even if I'd sent it this evening, it'd hardly take too long for them to integrate everything, and it's due Monday afternoon.) Well, it took longer than I thought. I stayed up until around 6:00 AM Friday morning hard at work. (But right before I got to work, I went to the Lexington Clinic website and submitted a request for an appointment. They advertise that they'll call you back within a business day to set things up.) After that, I decided to get a bit of sleep, which maybe ended up lasting four hours at best. Then I was up and resumed work. I didn't eat lunch. Nor had I eaten any dinner the preceding night. My work continued until late Friday evening. Shortly before 6, I needed to go to the library. I arrived... a couple minutes after it closed. Blast. So then, feeling reasonably well for my condition, I walked over to Subway to grab some nourishment. Then I returned here and hammered away at the last touches of my paper (using the lone lexicon that I do actually own, thank God) until it was done at 6:41 PM. After that, I rewarded myself by letting myself eat the sub I'd purchased. It was my usual buffalo chicken, minus the spare hot sauce because I wasn't sure my throat would appreciate that. And despite my loss of some taste capacity, it was phenomenal. Maybe even seemed better than usual.

Anyway, my work was not done. I'd been taking notes on an assortment of books to make sure I had done my due diligence. I finished that after a few more hours. Between Thursday night and Friday night, I had produced 57 solid pages of notes on hundreds of pages of material that I had read. It was pretty brutal. So at 9:52 PM, I sent my bibliographic data to the group member responsible for organizing that. But I wasn't done. Over the next half-hour, I had to condense the important findings on my topic itself (Melchizedek) down to five PowerPoint slides. I mainly based it on the first book I'd read (Horton's Melchizedek Tradition), but with plenty of counterpoints and alternatives from the other material. Unfortunately I had neither the space nor the competence to include anything about Melchizedek in Hebrews, which is even more controverted. So I submitted that at 10:37 PM... and my part was at last done.

Anyway, the rest of my night I did my best to relax, though I got some unpleasant news about someone close to me who had betrayed me rather severely. Won't get into the details here, for her sake. I was ultimately up until around 1 or 2 AM, catching up on some fun things on the Internet I'd missed during my intense study session.

So then I got to sleep for a while, but this morning has not been well. (Oh, have I mentioned that I never heard back about that doctor appointment? Yeah, kind of need that.) I'm not sure whether I can blame diarrhea on my illness, but there were a few hours there that were nonstop... activity. My throat has been killin' me since last night. Apparently any seeming recovery yesterday was just the calm before the storm. I sound absolutely horrible. When I finally resumed my rest around 10 AM, I figured I'd sleep 'til maybe noon. Wrong. Try 4:15 PM. Whatever I've got is really beating me up. I'm still fatigued, I have a headache, and I feel other things wrong with me that I can't even identify. Ugh. Thankfully tomorrow's Sunday, which is a walk-in day at the clinic, my neighbor assures me. After church (if I go and risk exposing those poor people to whatever I've got), I can drive over to the Nicholasville branch of the clinic and see about getting taken care of.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

12-13 October 2011

The night before last, I just couldn't sleep. Was up tossing and turning all night. When morning came, I regretfully rose and went to class, which I really didn't get anything from, though my small group was good. I'm pretty sure I went to sleep for a bit right after that, and then got up again for lunch and my second class. We spent the last whole half of that class in groups, which surprised me, and after the class my project group decided (without really clearing things to see if it'd be alright with all of us) that we had to suddenly have a mandatory meeting for the next 45 minutes. That was supremely dull and irritating, especially since they're rushing me (quite unnecessarily, in my opinion) with my section of the assignment by setting arbitrary (and all-too-early) deadlines for things - especially since, unlike all of them, I've done hundreds of pages of reading as research. So of course I might take, say, a couple hours past their chosen deadline for my bit, thank you very much.

I think I went back to sleep after that, then got up for a late supper. One of my friends stayed around to keep me company, which was greatly kind of her, and we talked for a while. I tried helping her troubleshoot her phone's refusal to access her voicemail, but to no avail. I hope she gets that worked out soon. Then I came back here, got some reading done (?), and began to realize that I'm probably getting sick. Of course, I'd been having some pains and a very sore throat for at least that whole day, perhaps the previous one as well, but I just figured for the most part that it was just one of those things.

Anyway, with my headache and fatigue, I couldn't very well get much substantive work done, so I wanted to watch something on Hulu. But nothing on Hulu would load. So then I updated my Java, and then tried updating Adobe Flash Player. But Adobe Flash Player can't update with any browsers open, so I closed it... but it still gave the same objection. So I tried to reopen Firefox, and it said that it was still open and needed to be closed before I could open it. Bleh. So after restarting my computer a few times, I went on Internet Explorer and looked it up. Seems this isn't a totally uncommon Firefox issue, and the way to deal with it is to open the Task Manager, look at the Processes tab, and manually shut down the still-active Firefox process, which for some reason remains up even though the program has terminated. Weird. So after that I was able to update Adobe Flash Player, which then allowed me to watch House (season 8, episode 1) on Hulu. It was great. Shame they tend to introduce new settings in some first episodes, but then shift things back so quickly. There's a lot more they could milk that new concept for.

So then, while talking to a few people via Skype, I did a bit more genealogical work. I found an old 1909 county directory - like an old phone book, minus phones - that was very helpful, but I'll need to look up the abbreviations. For instance, one line for one of my ancestors is "Mowrey Robert V sr, lab, res w s Walnut 3 n Miller". Now that one's not so tough to crack as some others, thankfully. The thing that makes this more useful than the census records is that the census seldom took down precise addresses; it grouped things according to streets and kept a running tally of the order houses were visited in. But if I were to combine this directory's data with some census data, I could perhaps get a sense of how the census-taker moved...

Anyway, before bed I caught up on a few blogs - mainly political and economic ones - and then watched a few YouTube videos before I finally tried to get some sleep. I eventually got a bit, I suppose. This morning I got up, took a half-hearted shower, got a chapter finished in David Anderson's The King-Priest of Psalm 110 in Hebrews, and stumbled to class through the rain. Class took a while to really get going, since the professor was having some technical difficulties (even more than usual, I mean), but we finished the lecture just in the nick of time at the end. Then I returned here and caught up a bit on sleep. Got up, got a quick lunch. The food selection was excellent. Sesame chicken, curly fries, patty melts.... One of the best lunches they've provided. Shame that my sense of taste and my appetite are both quite dulled by this sickness. I'm pretty sure God got a chuckle out of that. Still managed to compel myself to eat most of it, save the bulk of the chicken, which tends to be a tad hard here. Then I returned to my room through the rain. Now here, I'm listening to a shorter episode of the Genealogy Gems podcast while my computer continues downloading episodes of the EconTalk podcast I discovered last night and while I finish up this blog entry. Then I'll make sure to do my daily entrance into Ancestry.com's current sweepstakes, check out what the new free database of the day is, and get some more sleep before I have to get up and... ugh... get to work.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Newspaper Archive Goodies

Today's selection from the newspaper archive is a real hoot. It comes from the 27 July 1912 issue of The Reading Eagle, page 2:
CHOIR SHOWS MORE THAN VOCAL MERIT
As a Result of Tight Skirts Lower Part of Church Loft Will Be Screened

Des Moines, Ia., July 27. - Good-looking young women singers, those with short, tight skirts, drop stitch silk hose and low shoes, and who sit in the choir loft of the Forest Avenue Baptist Church, are to be screened from the stare of the curious male members of the congregation. The choir is 15 feet above the main floor and the display of female hosiery has not only increased male attendance, but has interfered with services.

"Because of the shortness and tightness of the skirts worn by the young women and the display of hosiery which is evident in the choir loft, I move that a 20-inch curtain be hung from a brass rod around the choir loft," said Mrs. George F. Reinking, President, at a meeting of the Ladies' Aid Society, whose members were shocked when they learned the true state of affairs. The motion was carried unanimously.

A bald-headed deacon, father of a large family, venerated for his years and his piety, but who could not keep his gaze from the choir loft, no matter how eloquent the sermons, was directly responsible for the action.