We all want power
We all want fame
We all want to choose
How to win the game
We all seek status
We have our pride
If only to shield
What we feel inside
‘Twas a dark and stormy night.
The elegantly dressed woman walks the empty streets, bundled up against the rain and using an umbrella. It is the 1950s. She looks like Peggy Carter from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
A man waits in an alley. He wears a hat and a suit, but no overcoat or umbrella. He looks like Marlo Brando in Guys & Dolls. As she approaches, he is lighting a cigarette with a match.
Woman: Thank you for coming.
Man: For you, baby? Always.
W. That… is what I wanted to talk to you about. I… I don’t think we should see each other anymore.Continue reading
I wanna be a loser
So Christ can be the winner
I wanna be the kind of saint
That everyone thinks a sinner
Feeling more than a little ridiculous, I start walking South from the Temple of Apollo.
I must have accidentally spoken that thought aloud, though, as a soft voice replies.
“Imagine how it feels for the god of mice to end up being carried by a mere mortal, like some sort of pet!”
The main prerequisite
to being Revived
we are dead
As long as we think
we are victims to be rescued
or saints to be vindicated
or children to be protected
The Cross holds no answers
Friends, Athenians, countrymen
Lend me your ears!
For I fear mine have not been working.
Continued from Part 1
D. Hey buddy, you look like you could use a drink.
E. You can say that again. Make mine a double.
To be honest, I was a little disappointed that the bartender looked like Ted Danson from Cheers. I had somehow been expecting a version of Mr. Tumnus, though fauns aren’t exactly satyrs, and anyway I was confusing Pan with…
I am at another startup
We have just gotten a new interim CEO
Everyone is skeptical
Especially the Engineers
Because the CEO
is actually the (former?) mayor
Of a nearby town
(Small but with a large population)
Everyone is expecting him
To be a slick extrovert
With no substance
Or Intellectual depth
It may be too late to have a happy childhood, but it is never too late to have a turbulent adolescence!
We as a society have lost sight of what it means to grow up. And that’s a good thing!
The gift (and curse) of the Enlightenment is that each of us must answer the question: who do I want to be when I grow up? It is tempting to envy our ancestors and traditional cultures who had well-defined “markers of maturity”, e.g., marriage, mortgage, and making money. There is enormous security, stability, and support in having society validate who you are supposed to be.
But there is also enormous danger, especially for Christians.
One of the most controversial aspects of Knight Club is that it treats pride (“By Myself”) like anger (“Not Fair”): an emotion which is prone to sin, but is not necessarily a sin — and can even be a virtue.
While it is true that the vast majority of Bible verses mention pride in the context of sin, a number acknowledge its positive role. Here are some that are often translated using the word “pride.”
The great challenge of manhood is learning to harness our emotions to serve a good purpose. As I mentioned earlier, I believe we need to harness (not slay) these Four Dragons of Manhood: Desire, Fear, Anger & Pride. Here’s a more comprehensive summary of my current understanding:
|Says||“Mine!”||“I’m Scared”||“Not Fair!”||“By Myself!”|
|Verse:||Psalm 37:4||1 Peter 1:17||Ephesians 4:26||Galatians 6:4|
|Reined In By:||Patience||Responsibility||Gentleness||Obedience|
Therefore I urge you who have been chosen by God to live up to the life to which God called you. Always be humble, gentle, and patient, accepting each other in love. — Ephesians 4:1a-2
One of the ways I tackle “wicked problems” is by exploring different possible answers in order to help clarify the essential question. My posts on flying and mastering the dragons of manhood have been useful in helping me recognize that the two main questions Knight Club is trying to answer are:
I believe the most critical aspect of authentic manhood is “moral authority,” where people trust you will do the right thing.
In Which We Humble Ourselves Before God and Our Elders, Who Exalt Us
This week we shift our study of wisdom from the “theological virtues” (faith, hope, and love) to what might be called the “blessed virtues” from the Beatitudes. We will follow Peter Kreeft (below) in contrasting them with the Seven Deadly Sins, beginning with Humility vs. Pride:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 5:3
In contrast, humility is recognizing the painful fact of our own poverty of spirit, so that we empty ourselves in order to receive our heavenly King.
In Which We Are Rescued from Our Folly by God’s Love
Love is the primary virtue of the Heart. It is both a Decision that gives rise to Emotions, as well an Emotion that gives rise to Decisions — and it needs both to thrive. It can be defined as “the ability to pursue another’s glory — even at the cost of your own.”
Love is particularly needed by the Fool, whose emotional damage drives a cycle of self-punishment disguised as the pursuit of pleasure. The only way out is to purify our hearts by receiving God’s love and forgiveness, to the point where we love Him more than the false gods we’ve served — and discover what it means to genuinely love ourselves…
Having finished writing the lessons for Part A, we now turn out attention to the second trimester (which the class will start in January). This blog post is for the initial outline; as before, the final version will be part of the living syllabus at https://2transform.us/lead/
5:30 AM, Sunday, March 11th, 2007
I am walking down a street of some kind, carrying three stones I, um, excreted earlier. Semi-round, they are roughly the size of a quarter, nickel, and dime, respectively. Clean now, I juggle them in my hand, relieved to have them out, but not quite sure what to do with them.
It is night, but I am approaching a streetlight where i can finally examine them. They all have a fine texture, almost like a random-dot stereogram. More than almost — if I stare at each of them I can make out a word. Respectively, I see:
It is a bit surprising to see “Self” as the smallest pebble, but there you have it. Having named them, I understand why it was important to excrete them — so I could get them out into the open and deal with them. But, how to deal with them?