Human: Individuals or Organelles?


When I was in High School, I worked summers at a day camp.  Most days we went on a field trip of some sort.  On one particular day, we went to a local park.  We started to play kickball and all of the counselors participated.   It was a particularly hot day, so I kicked off my shoes, while we played in the grass.  The grass was freshly watered and it felt cool beneath my feet.

It was good to be out in the sun.  I was not aware of any one part of my body.  I just felt a sense of wholeness and wellbeing.

When it was my turn at the plate, I decided I was going to make the kids run for it.  I was going to send that soccer ball to the other end of the field.  The ball rolled towards me and I kicked with everything I had.  My foot connected, but not with the ball.  My bare foot connected with a sprinkler head that had not fully retracted.  My toe, of which I had been blissfully unaware, suddenly gained sentience. It communicated a singular thought: I hurt!

From being just one of many parts, for days my toe became the center of my being.

I bring up this story to illustrate a thought that has been churning in my head lately.

My toe is connected to my brain via a complex network of nerves and chemicals.  It operates fairly independently (though not consciously), until there is a problem.  Then it has the potential to be the center of my consciousness.  Well what if I extend the metaphor for a moment.  We human beings more or less operate individually.  But we are intricately connected to each other by a myriad of sound, smell and visual cues.

Here is my convoluted point.  The toe and the brain are indirectly connected and yet we consider them part of one organism.  But our connection to each other, to the environment and other living organisms is no less complex.  For that matter Jesus said that the church is his body.  If Jesus in Christian theology God and *we* are Christ’s body, then it is not a huge synergistic leap to say that we are part of a much larger organism called God.

Now let me be clear:  I find Christian theology to be way too confining.  I do not in any sense believe there is a bearded white guy in the clouds dispensing cosmic justice.  But the idea that living creatures are part of a greater whole is not a novel idea.  If there is a greater whole, does *it* have a personality?  Tough to say.  But if there is consciousness that extends beyond the individual, then certainly it would have a sense of self preservation.  When threatened by the actions of any particular part, then consciously or unconsciously *it* would act.  Those actions would impact our actions, changing our behavior.  We see this kind of group think on a small scale in everyday life.

This I think is the agnostic god.  It is the simple acceptance that there is some connection that all living creatures share and that the sum of life *might* be greater than the sum of the individual parts (of which I am one).

OK, my head hurts now.  I think I need a cookie.  If this thought survives the next couple of days, perhaps I will follow up on agnostic eternal life.  But let’s face it, I am a flake.

your petrochemical arms


 

 

Bazinga…I am guilty of the very thing I abhor, dualistic thinking.  I was pissed last night, really pissed.  I was so angry about the UMC statement regarding members of the GLBT community, that I allowed myself to slip briefly into hate.

 

I hated the others, the not me(s).  That fixes nothing.  So I am gently trying to get off my high horse.

Something went terribly wrong on the way to eternity


I just read the facebook blast of one of my closet friends.  He and I both became Methodists late in life.  He is reeling from the decision of theUMC to formally state that the LGBT lifestyle is inconsistent with Methodist teaching.

Sadly I also personally know one of the voting members of the conference who voted in favor of the motion.  We had a falling out a couple of years ago or I would be on the phone right now.

Here is the thing:  Most of life is inconsistent with Methodist teaching.  Last time I read The Book of Discipline (sadly yes), it had VERY strong anti-war language.  Are they going to make a statement that military service is inconstant with Methodist teaching?  It would be a shame if members of the military found their way into a position of church leadership or God forbid the clergy.

HELLS  NO!  I am too mad to write a coherent closing…so this is it.

Apologies in advance to an members of the military who read my words.  I meant my statememt as hyperbole.

By Ben Posted in Life

Imagine That


Just a quick note to to assure everyone that I am still alive.  This weekend I helped facilitate a new group of imagine.  More on that to come.

Good is the new awful


Forgive me FSP, for I have not blogged.

My job has been kicking my butt of late.  But it pays the bills, so I cannot complain too much.  But I have been coming home completely drained of creative energy.  Thus my blog has suffered.  So I am getting back on the horse today.

It is damp dank Monday.  It has been rainy and gray all day.  My mood was a similar of a similar pallor.  Then I went to lunch and it got worse.  Russell!

There I was enjoying my fatty grilled cheese and bacon sandwich when a voice from the past interrupted me.  Russell is one of god’s extras that was tangential part of my life when I went to another church, a lifetime ago.  Russell was a pilgrim on the same Emmaus retreat where I received my so called “calling.”  In fact, I was on a walk with him when I made the *connection* of what god wanted me to do with my life.  Needless to say he is a part of my life that I would sooner forget.

He asked me how I was and where I was going to church.  I gave the obligatory name of my place of worship and a noncommittal “good”.  He lied and said I looked great.  <My god you’ve gotten fat!>  I could tell he wanted to delve deeper.  He brought up Emmaus and said that he had just gotten back from an Emmaus weekend.  <where the hell have you been?> I smiled brightly and said, “That’s great.”

I am very uncomfortable when I am in a situation that I cannot be honest.  But I figured the middle of Santini’s was not the best place to confess that…I have all but lost my faith…lost my calling…my mentor committed suicide…and I am just starting to come out of a 10 year black hole…  But I think that was all implied in my “good.”  No?

Pitts or me at age 18

Then I got back to my office and surfed for 15 minutes.  I just happened to see a recent picture of James Waterston  You’re probably asking yourself, “who the hell is James Waterston?” Well this is your lucky day, cause I am going to tell you.  He was Pitts in The Dead Poets Society.

So?!

Well he was my doppelganger in college.  We looked almost identical except for the fact that he had better skin and a cleft chin <bastard>.  When I first saw DPS, I was unnerved by seeing myself on the screen.  Luckily that is not a problem any longer.  He has aged well…and Me???  Well let’s just say we are no longer twins. <grumble grumble>

James Waterston now

Me now

It is Monday.  I guess I should not expect better.

UltraPyrus


To say that I am a pessimist would be an understatement.  Many an optimist has tried to change me, but I am just wired to think about the worst case scenario.  In my vocation, it is my job to pick every little thing apart.

But when you deal with chronic illness, you cannot always focus on the worst case scenario.  It will drive you buggy.  I should know, I am come to the brink a couple of times before someone pulled me back from the edge of the despair precipice.

Once in a while, I just need to clear my mind and look at what is right and what is good.  Today I want to focus just a moment on what I consider a triumph.

I consider myself to be pretty wired and plugged into the online world.  That statement would make my son laugh.  His internet footprint is about a size 18 men’s shoe and growing.  He has a YouTube channel where he reviews video games and video game related paraphernalia.  Specifically the kid is nuts about Mario and the Mario world.  He records videos tutorials for completing games he likes.  He has been doing it for several years now.

Every few weeks, I go up and check his content to make sure everything remains rated G.  As well as monitor his comments.  Well the other day we were chit chatting about how many people subscribe to his channel.  For the first couple of years, he kept at about 15-20 subscribers (mostly friends and family).  So I casually asked him how many subscribers he is up to.  He got a sullen look on his face and said just 180.

<spit out coffee here> WHAT???!  I was dumbfounded and said Wow.   What I was thinking was Holy &*%$$#!  I told him that was fantastic.  He was down in the dumps because someone he admires has a couple of hundred thousand.  I pointed out that he was 10 and person he admired was now an adult.  But he was seeing the glass half full.  (he must get that from his mother :P )

We talked it over for a while and I told him how proud I was.

But later that night I really got to thinking about it.  At age ten, I doubt I knew 180 people.  My art was limited to the number of people that happened to see our refrigerator door between cleanings.  I have been blogging for several years now and I am nowhere near 180 subscribers.  My curiosity forced me to take another look at his site.  When I opened the page, I saw an even more startling number, 250,000.  That is the number of hits his site has generated.

Wow.  His sight has been viewed over a quarter of a million times and 180 people regularly look at and comment on his creative outlet.

In spite of all of the medical crap he has to deal with on a daily basis… In spite of the limitations his body puts on him…he has managed to create a sizable virtual community.  And it is not limited to the virtual world.  He has friends, many friends.

I no longer worry about his future.  He is a fighter.  He is going to do just fine.

The glass is not half full.  It is beyond capacity and spilling out on to the floor.  I am a blessed parent.  To those of you dealing with the early years of VACTERL, I know it seems completely overwhelming.  But it gets better.  Don’t forget to look up every now and again and see just how far you have come.  Kids are truly the greatest blessing of life.

Afterlife Lotto


I admit it.  I bought 4 Mega Millions tickets.  I got 2 for the Wednesday drawing and 2 for the Friday.  “But Ben, why would you throw away 4 perfectly good dollars.”  Two reasons:

1. There is not much risk on the front end.  I will not miss $4.

2. The potential rewards are freakishly out of proportion to the risk.

The equation is slightly altered if there is an office pool.  The basic math is the same, but there is an additional component of pain avoidance.  Nobody wants to be the poor sucker left to manage the office after the pool of recipients has quit without notice.

I know that the odds are astronomical that my $4 will have any impact.  But my lizard brain tells me, “Go for it.”

I wonder if this scenario has application in the religious realm.  Specifically, I wonder how many people cling to a faith, not because they believe it, but because the potential rewards/punishments are also “freakishly out of proportion to the risk.”

I could easily turn the question back on myself.  Am I taking a huge risk by not towing the evangelical line my four score and seven?  I am laughing to myself as I write this.  Because while the odds are astronomical, I believe there IS a lottery.  I can make no such claim on any of many religious lines.

Hmmmmmm…

The Girls in my head


In the past couple of weeks, two people that I respect have gone out of their way to give me kind words of encouragement. I am grateful.

By Ben Posted in Life

95 Feces


I was listening to one of my favorite punk groups, The Violent Femmes.  They have a song called “Kiss Off,” that is presumably about O.D.’ing.  At one point the writer lists his grievances as he pops pills (presumably).

I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 I forget what 8 was for and
9 9 9 for a lost god and
10 10 10 10 for everything everything everything everything

–Violent Femmes, 1983

At the point in the song, the artist definitely has the WTF attitude.  I am bobbing my head along to each of the lyrics. 1 1 1…2 2 2…blah blah…and then 9 9 9 for a lost god.  And I make an odd mental connection.  The song becomes the background music to Martin Luther nailing the 95 theses to the door of Wittenberg.  I take one one one for indulgences…

Welcome to my brain.  It is a disjointed mess of goo.

So I start thinking about what pisses me off about “the church.”  (in the macro general sense…not a specific worshiping body)

I think wow, I wonder if I could come up with 95 beefs with the modern church.  Snort!  Yeah, I am Martin Luther…not!  But I did rather quickly come up with a list of 10 things I hate about the 21st century church.  For now it is just a list.  If I am ambitious, I may blog on each topic.  But for now it is just a list for the virtual door.

  1. Hell…the idea that anyone could deserve eternal punishment.
  2. Rapture…F’ off world, I am out of here!
  3. Devil…Really?  There is a being that would rival an all powerful God.
  4. Politics…Jesus is not a republican
  5. Prosperity…I love you Joel Olstein
  6. When bad things happen to good people it is a test or because of unconfessed sin…man, I must be a real asshole.
  7. The doctrine of the Trinity…OMG could there be a more disjointed theological cluster fuck?  Did anyone proof read this doctrine?  I think they were smoking pot…so he is totally god and totally human…drag…like…like an egg
  8. The cannon should be reevaluated…Yeah, um Joshua…not a big fan.  Leviticus really???  I am sooooo going to get stoned.
  9. Christianity is the only true religion…God is a trademarked entity of the Jesus corporations.  All violators will be prosecuted and persecuted…void in Wisconsin…damn Lutherans.
  10. Mega churches…take 2 cups Jesus…some spotlights…an orchestra…some slick marketing…presto…salvation baby!  See also #5

Interesting…there are dark clouds forming over my head.

Thou or It?


My spirituality has taken a radical shift since becoming a hypocritical agnostic.  I say hypocritical because I am not a very consistent agnostic.  Since entering the winter of my discontent, I have distanced myself from the god of my past.  But oddly enough, I am experiencing a kind of spiritual renaissance.  While I see less evidence of a personal god, I have begun to see life as more than a series of meat and vegetable bags.  My spirituality now focuses on seeing the connections instead of the divisions.

Joseph Campbell in a series of interviews with Bill Moyers talked about the “thou” and the “it”.  When I see the other as an it, the relationship tends to be one of exploitation.  When I see the other as a thou, I enter into a sacred relationship where I appreciate our commonality.

I am trying to be more cognizant of these moments of recognition.  When I see the sacred thou, I am very easily snapped back into “reality.”  The challenge for me is going to be finding a way to hold the moment.

Here are a couple of examples of grasping and then losing the moment.

Friday night I went to Panera to pick up some dinner for my family.  As I exited the house, I noticed that it had just rained.  The birds were chirping merrily and the temperature was in the 70s.  Perfection.  I drove to Panera with the radio off and the window down.  As I  walked up the store, I noticed the sun peeking behind the clouds.  Sublime.  I got in line and gave the cashier my order.  She told me the total and I remembered that my wife had given me a gift card to pay.  The cashier asked if I had a Panera card (reward card).  I said, “Oh, I have a gift card,” and went to grab it out of my pocket.

She gave me an exasperated look and said, “A gift card is not a Panera card!”

(No shit Sherlock).

At that very moment, she ceased being a thou and became an it.  The moment was gone.

Much later that night, I woke up at 3am.  I laid in bed for about 15 minutes until it was clear I was UP.  I went downstairs, fed the dog and made coffee.  As I was sitting on the couch, I had a sublime moment.  The coffee pot and dog crunching sounds mixed in a symphony of the ordinary.  I was alive.  Creative thoughts flooded my mind.  I had multiple topics to write about.  I sat there soaking it all in.

Then for reasons that are unclear to me, I almost automatically got up and took two antihistamines.  Within 15 minutes I was in a dead sleep.  Noooooooooooo, what was I thinking???

I am actually encouraged that I see myself snapping out of thou mode.  It gives me something to work on.  I have a goal.  There is no it.  I just need to focus on thou.