Classes start again.

(Wow, it's been a while since I've been on here! I'm starting to think life doesn't get slower as you get older. Oh well, I guess now is as good a time as any to post again)

I like a professor who can make me laugh. Better yet is when they can laugh themselves. It usually means they acknowledge that their students are human, not just fact finding machines who do assignments for the sheer joy of learning. Fortunately I have a few of this type of professors this year . . . I think. I've learned never to trust my first opinion of a class after just the first day. I've been wrong many times.

I also like professors with an accent. Immediately gets my attention if a professor has one. (Maybe I'll have to practice one for when I'm a teacher =) My one professor was orginally from Ireland and I love sitting in his class just to hear his accent. It's so laid back and relaxed . . . plus he loves to tell stories in his "accenty" way which keeps it interesting.

Something I'm learning at college: No human is ever right all the time. I've never yet met a professor that spouted nothing but lies (even at a secular college), but I've never met a professor who was exactly right all the time (and I think that would be true no matter what college you go to). The trick is not to figure out which professors are "bad" and ignore everything they say and which professors are "good" and blindly accept everything they say, but to be able to pick out the lies, truths, and most tricky half-truths. How? Only by the Bible and the guidance of the Holy Spirit. That's one of the jobs of the Holy Spirit: to remind/show me truth and error. It makes classes a little bit more challenging, but it's something I'm also glad I'm having to learn. There's only one person who is right all the time, God. Blindly accept what other people tell you about Him or this world just because you like them, they make sense most the time, they go to your church, or they are Christians, and you're headed for trouble.

Learned in one of my classes that "adolescent" now means "between the age of 11 and 22." They say the part of the brain that makes clear rational decisions isn't done forming until the age of 22 . . . even older for some guys. Maybe there's hope that I'll become a genius yet! My question is, if that's the "magic age" why do I know some teenagers who are capable of making much better decisions than some thirty-year-olds I know?

Random observations:

The difference between pleasant and funny is that the one is always appealing while the other is not. People try so hard to be funny, to say something that will be the center of attention and make people laugh . . . I wish I could tell them that they would have many more friends if they were just pleasant and were willing to listen laugh at someone else. I've noticed that people with a really good sense of humor are those who catch and laugh at the funny things other people say, not the ones who are always turning the clever phrase.

Aside from any moral convictions, I've found out what I don't like about extravagant body piercings, tattoos, and super trendy clothes: They betray an obsession with appearance. People who care too much about how they look usually strike me as trying to make up for a deficit in some other area. I believe in looking nice (and if you just laughed, I would find that deeply and personally insulting! lol) but when I see someone who spends too much time on their appearance, the subconscious assumption runs through my head that they must not have anything better to spend it on.

Thankful for Easter

“Who for the joy that was set before him, endured the cross . . .” Heb. 12:2

This phrase answers a lot of questions for me. Every Easter when I hear about all the bad things that would happen to Jesus on his trip to the cross, I wonder why he carried through with it. Unlike us, Jesus knew exactly what was going to happen. He knew how painful crucifixion was going to be because he had created the human body. He knew the servants role he would have to take and the awful thanks he would get for his pains because he had long experience with humans and our sin nature. He knew all this, yet he did it anyway. Why? Was it duty?

I can't say I know the answer to this question, or that there is an answer we as humans can even understand, but this passage helps explain some of it. It says that there was a joy set before him, and that's what he was focused on. He didn't go to the cross because he enjoyed it – in fact he prayed for any other way to accomplish God's will. He went to the cross because he believed that God exists and that He rewards those who diligently seek him (Heb. 11:10).

So basic, but crucial to my outlook on life. More than anything, this Easter is reminding me not to look for rewards in the wrong place. Rewards from God are better than anything this world has to offer, but they often involve doing things that are hard and don't make sense. My decision to obey God or not ultimately comes down to whether or not I believe in a God who rewards those who seek Him. I'm thankful for the example of One who humbled himself, came down, devoted his life to this principle, and showed us that it really does work.

Heb. 12:3 “For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.”

Definitions according to Mike:

Boredom – having only one student visit the tutoring center all day. The fact that it happens to be a gorgeous day outside and I’m stuck inside with nothing to do doesn’t make it any better. Can’t wait for 4:00.

Surprise – being pulled off a stepladder by a horse. I knew he was getting a little nosy, but I figured it didn’t matter if he wanted to nuzzle my carpenter belt. That all changed when he stopped nuzzling, grabbed the handle of my hammer firmly between his teeth (my hammer was holstered to my belt at the time), and gave a sharp tug! Fortunately I was only up about two steps on the ladder so I managed to land on my feet and avoid what would have been a very soft landing.

Also fitting surprise – realizing during an after-dark-jog that you are unknowingly chasing a skunk down the road. I had no idea until I slowed down to a walk and heard the frantic scrabbling of claws on pavement and saw a dark form shuffling down the road in front of me – apparently unable to get out of my path because of the snow-banks lining the road. Fortunately I stopped jogging before he did.

Beautiful – a flock of Snow Geese taking flight off a glistening pond into a bright blue sky.

Humorous – hearing your brother wonder out loud who would ever use a language as complicated as English! It wouldn’t be so funny if he actually knew another language. lol. However, like me, I think most of his knowledge of foreign languages comes from Hogan’s Heroes and a handful of other movies.

Our Cabin

I love all this snow -- walking/swimming through huge snowdrifts, walking outside at night when the snow is swirling all around, and being snowed in for a few days is great, especially when some of them are school days! -- but I thought of our cabin recently and suddenly had a desire to be there. Found this short description I had to write for English class recently and it reminded me of what I love about our cabin. Kinda wish it was spring and we had an excuse to take a trip up there again. . .

The lime-green paint on our cabin matches the thousands of mildew spores which cling to it, but clashes badly with the dark green pine trees around it. Two small windows on either side of the chimney give the cabin a face-like appearance. When lights are on inside, the face smiles a welcome. Right now the blinds are pulled and the face sleeps somberly. The sagging porch creaks gently as we carry our sleeping bags and backpacks across it.

Walking through the front door, the inside of the cabin is completely dark at first. We turn the breaker off every time we leave to lesson the risk of fire. At first, the cabin smells somewhat musty; it hasn't been opened in several weeks. Flipping the breaker, the lights flick on and suddenly the cabin comes to life. The carpet under our feet nice and plush, even it if does have dirt stains. The single hanging lamp gives off a subdued, comfortable light, like a candle glow reflected softly in a dark cave.

“I'm hungry,” Greg says almost as soon as we walk in. We chuckle. That's usual for him.

“You two get a fire going and the rest of you unpack while I make something to eat,” mom says, shooing everybody out of the kitchen which is so small only two people can stand in there at a time. Before long the fire has driven the cold, musty air out of the cabin and the familiar smells of hot-dogs and Busch's Baked-Beans, and Mac-and-Cheese are floating from the kitchen. The fire crackles in the old pot-bellied stove as we sit down to eat and talk about the hikes, games, and food planned for the rest of the weekend.

Two days later, as we pack up to leave, the cabin begins to return to it's lonely hibernation. It's getting close to winter and we probably won't be back up until spring. Pulling all the sleeping bags off the beds, pushing the furniture back into the corners, we slowly put the cabin back to sleep it enjoyed before we disturbed it. With the cold “snap” of the breaker being switched, the cabin turns back into a dark room. We quietly shut the door and close the latch before walking back into the real world.

Two boys and a trap

The squirrel stares at the box. It was an odd-looking creature, with wooden slats on the side and a gaping mouth that hasn't moved in hours. Just inside the mouth is a dab of peanut butter that has been tantalizing the squirrel's nose all day. Paws twitching nervously, the squirrel contemplates a small lick . . . . **********************
Thud.
“That's too heavy. A squirrel will never set it off.”
“What if we shorten the trigger?”
“We could, but that's going to make it awfully touchy.”
Sawdust floats down from the workbench, suspended in the shaft of afternoon sunlight streaming through the garage window. A bitter wind whips around the house as two boys work on their project.
It's not much to look at, just a large square box with strings and wires sticking out at odd angles. Its purpose: To catch squirrels. Squirrel traps are cheap. They sell for about $10 at local hardware stores. If efficiency were the question, this venture would definitely not be worthwhile. Both boys have logged hours into this project and they aren't getting paid for it or graded on it.
Two boys tinkering in a garage. That's what it seems to be at first. However, that's not what is really happening. What these two boys are really doing is much more significant: They are escaping boredom.
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The squirrel eyes the box nervously. He had watched as two boys brought it out of the house across the street and set it at the base of his tree. They had spent a lot of time moving it around and adjusting it, but then they had left without it. They had also left something very tasty with it. The only problem was that it was on the inside. The squirrel cocks his head as he looks at the trap, trying to make sense of it all. What was the purpose of this new thing? Why was it sitting at the base of his tree and why didn't it move?
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The phone rings and my younger brother Josh picks up. As he guessed, it's Jesse. As usual, the conversation is succinct, as usual.
“You done with school?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to do something?”
“Sure. Meet me at my house in two minutes.”
Josh and Jesse have had this conversation hundreds of times, word for word, almost every time. A minute later, the door to the house across the street opens and Jesse, dressed in faded jeans and his dad's Carhart coat, runs across the road in his clunky work boots. The two meet in our garage to discuss the agenda for the day. Today the decision is unanimous. Work on the squirrel trap.
Josh and Jesse are both home-schooled. This means that if they get up early and get busy on their school right away, they can often be done by lunch. Aside from chores, this lets the whole afternoon open for free time.
Free time is a phenomenon most common among children. Of the 24 hours in a day, most children have a few of them with nothing to do but whatever they choose. One of the most popular choices is play. For centuries children have found ways to amuse themselves. In ancient Greece and Rome they played with jacks, dice, checkers, and yo-yos. In warlike Sparta, children often fitted themselves with armor and sticks and made pretend games of war. In the middle ages, play time was limited due to the need for extra hands to do farm work. However, children still found time for some play. Young boys played at being knights and girls played house. Later, near the turn of the 19th century, free time began to rise again as more people moved off farms and there was less work for children to do. Sports came on the scene at this point and children spent hours playing and practicing with balls and bats of all descriptions. Currently, with the rise in technology, children spend an average of 3 hours in front of a screen, either watching TV or surfing the internet.
What children do with free time has long been a subject of debate, and big business. Magazines and the Internet are filled with articles and studies about the effects of different types of recreation and adds for the types they deem best. When it comes to free time, there are generally two schools of thought. Some conclude that idle hands are the devil's workshop and favor limiting free time, choosing structured activities instead for their children. Others, either through intention or apathy, allow their children to spend their free time as they wish. Thousands of hours of research . . . millions of dollars . . . all to decide what children should do with their free time.
Josh and Jesse don't know or care about any of this. All they know is that one of them doesn't have a TV and the other one doesn't like board games. They have free time and they needed something to do. That was the beginning of the squirrel trap.
Josh and Jesse are both avid outdoorsmen. Josh has watched his dad and brothers go hunting for as long as he can remember, and for years he's dreamed of going with them. Jesse's dad hunts as well the year before came home with a nice 8 point buck which really gave Josh and Jesse the fever. However, the legal age to start hunting is twelve and neither Josh or Jesse meets this requirement yet. So, they've had to settle for imaginary game instead. Over the summer, they spend long hours running around, the tail of Jesse's Davy-Crocket-coonskin-hat flapping like a flag in the breeze as they search for dangerous animals of all sorts. Unfortunately -- or maybe fortunately -- for them, Lancaster Pennsylvania isn't home to many dangerous animals. Foxes and hawks are the most common predators in their area, moving in and around farms as look for the rabbits and squirrels that live in narrow fence rows and small patches of woods. However, despite predators, there is an overabundance of squirrels in the neighborhood where Josh and Jesse live, some of which prove to be a nuisance to the neighborhood flowers and gardens. That's where the idea of a squirrel trap originated. However, during the warm summer days there were too many other things to do, to many sports to play, so the idea got shelved.
Summer turned to fall and fall to winter. As the days grew colder and outdoor activities became scarce, Josh and Jesse's minds returned the summer plot of catching squirrels.
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The squirrel puts its nose up to the box and uses its paws to explore the walls. It is made of wood, and although it still smells vaguely of the two boys, it doesn't seem threatening. Jumping up on top of the box, the squirrel looks through the wood and wire that separate it from the peanut butter. Wire has been twisted in and around the wood, making it impossible for it to get in any other way than the mouth of the box. However, the mouth has a raised piece of wood above it, a piece of wood that had moved several times as the boys set it up. That moving piece of wood . . . that is what scares the squirrel and keeps it from the tasty treat. However, it hasn't moved in quite a while, and the longer the squirrel stares at it, the less scared he is. It only moved when the boys were around, and for all he knows it won't move again without their help . . . .
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“I think the box should have slats so the squirrel can look through it. A squirrel will be scared of a solid box,” Josh says.
“But if we have too many slats the squirrel will be able to squeeze out,” Jesse points out. “And what are we going to make the box out of?”
“Wood.”
“What if the squirrel chews its way out? They have sharp teeth.”
“How about wire woven in between the wood?”
“Hmm . . . it might work.”
Jesse's dad is a carpenter who owns his own business. When he cleans up a job sight, he brings all the scraps home with him. Their shed is full of sawed off pieces of wood of all different shapes and sizes, and their garage is full of power tools and cans of nails and screws, so finding material for the box is no problem. In our garage, they begin to fashion a crude box.
The teeth of a rusty saw rasp against the wood, cutting a jagged line through the two-by-four. Josh hasn't gotten the hang of sawing a straight line yet. That's okay, though. The box doesn't need to win a beauty contest, it just needs to hold a squirrel. Jesse, holding nails between his lips the way he has seen his dad do it, takes the piece of wood and nails it to the roof of the box, tapping cautiously to make sure the nail doesn't bend. They weren't allowed to use the power tools yet, but the handsaw, hammer, and nails work pretty well. A little bit of wire wrapped around the box and woven in between the slats caps it off, reinforcing the strength of the box and also its home-made appearance. They continue adding to the box and testing it until they are sure a squirrel won't be able to squeeze or chew its way out. Satisfied with the box part, they turn their attention to the most important part of a trap: The door. That's not going to be as easy.
Concocting a door that will close and stay closed by itself is not easy. At first Josh and Jesse favored using a manual door and controlling it from a distance from a string, but after a cold morning of no success, they decided to work on an automatic door. They thought about a sliding door, but Jesse favored a door on hinges.
Josh and Jesse have worked on many projects together. From potato guns, to miniature electric lathes, to tiny microwaves, to exploding arrows, they have invented many things over the years. As is the case with most boys, they don't always see agree on the best way to get things done. However, trouble shooting experiments has taught them the art of compromise and cooperation. Usually, if they have different ideas and they can't talk the other one out of his, they'll try both ways and see which one works best. In this case, the hinged door works best.
The door went through many stages before it was finished. Josh and Jesse experiment with ways to set off their trap. They started out with a simple trip lever, a system where the squirrel would knock out a prop as it entered the box, allowing the door to close. However, this system took to long and it was too unpredictable. So, it was back to the drawing board. Eventually they settled for a pan trigger, basically a see-saw which pulled a string when the squirrel stepped on it. The string worked through a pulley system which pulled a pin and released the door.
Once the problem of closing the door was solved, the problem of keeping it closed began. Josh and Jesse drew up complex plans for a spring-loaded latching system which would snap into place once the door was shut. Unfortunately that sort of system requires more materials and skill than they have at the time. Stuck, they wander into the living room to play Rook and think about the problem. Somewhere along the line, inspiration strikes Jesse, a solution so simple they overlooked it.
“What about a log that falls into place in front of the door!”
Josh doesn't catch the idea right away. “How are we going to get a log to fall in front of the door?”
“No,” Jesse says, grabbing a piece of paper to sketch his idea. “Look here. If we balance a long piece of wood across the door when it's held up.” Grabbing a Lincoln log, he demonstrates what he means. “When the door drops, that piece of wood will follow it right to the ground.” The Lincoln log drops to the floor and light goes on in Josh's head.
“All we need is two notches to catch it and hold it in front of the door!”
It's the perfect solution. Simple and easy to make. They test it in our garage the day before they set it out. I am in charge of the videotaping the event.
“The squirrel walks towards the trap like this.” Jesse picks up a piece of wood and thumps it across floor towards the trap. Greg, my other brother, decides to add some dramatic narration.
“Should I go in? Shouldn't I go in?” He says, imitating the squirrel. The stick thumps closer to the door.
“It looks harmless,” Greg continues to jabber. “Maybe I'll just take one . . .” the stick thumps through the door-- “little . . .” it hesitates over the trigger -- “look . . .”
The stick lands on the trigger, pulling a string and releasing the pin which holds the door between two eye-loops.
“And Presto!” Jesse exclaims as the door slams shut.
“Then the lock falls down and the squirrel is trapped” Josh says as a bar falls from its perch above the door to land in the two slots waiting for it in front of the door. He rattles the door to show how secure it is.
I'm impressed. I never really thought they would or could make it work. I even told them so. When I was their age, I had an idea for a live trap, but mine never made it off the paper. I was convinced theirs wouldn't either. However, I had been working on mine alone. Watching them, I realize the advantage of working with a friend. Two heads are better than one, and it's definitely more exciting. The trap doesn't look very impressive, but it works. However, the real test is yet to come. Will it work on a real squirrel?
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The squirrel decides the trap looks harmless. Inside our house, Josh waits with baited breath as the squirrel approaches the door. Jesse has called him and told him there is one close, and now both boys are watching out of their windows, waiting to see if all their hard work will pay off. They've already had one squirrel escape before the door could close, but they've made some modifications since then. They hope it works.
The squirrel jumps through the door and contemplates the food on the other side of the trigger. However, instead of stepping on the trigger, the squirrel jumps across it and helps itself to the feast. Josh and Jesse can't believe it. The trap will never work if the squirrel figures out it can jump over the trigger. However, the squirrel is still nervous and, as it eats, it suddenly decides it doesn't like being in a box. Turning to run, it is a single leap from safety when its foot hits the trigger -- Presto! The string releases the pin and door slams down an inch away from the squirrel's nose. With shouts that can be heard across the neighborhood, Josh and Jesse run from the house. The squirrel scrabbles at the wood door and jumps around the cage, but to no avail. The trap door is closed and secured, just as they planned. Both Josh and Jesse come from families of 5, and older and younger siblings pour out of the house and gather around the trap as Josh and Jesse celebrate like two frontiersmen who have just captured their prey. Eventually even both moms come out, coats draped loosely over their shoulders as they grab their elbows and shiver in their short sleeves, trying to stay warm as they inspect the triumph. Josh and Jesse don't seem to mind the cold. They're too busy high-fiving and congratulating each other, talking about how well the trap worked. Soon however, the moms break up the little meeting and remind everyone that this is still a school day. Reluctantly, Josh and Jesse head back to their rooms and schoolwork, already talking about how they can improve the trap. They've already got big plans for what they're going to do that afternoon . . . and many afternoons just like it.
Josh and Jesse have made a lot of things over the years. Not all of them work very well (as was the case with motor bike – made out of a chain-saw motor and an old bicycle – which wouldn't stay together long enough to move more than a few feet at a time), but some of them have been real accomplishments (such as the log chairs Jesse built for his mom and which still sit proudly on their front porch). One windy day I looked out and saw them conducting a sailing experiment with tarps, a bedsheet, and a brown Coaster wagon. The tarp flapped uncontrollably in the wind and the wagon kept upsetting and ditching them in the dirt. Neither of them really knew what they were doing, but they were finding out a lot of things that didn't work. They'll know better for next time. Right now they have plans for making a crossbow. Either that or improving the motor bike so that it goes fast enough and far enough to be fun.
Two boys with spare time on their hands. Some people would say that's a recipe for trouble. In many cases it is. However, for Josh and Jesse, it has turned out to be just the opposite. Their inventions and brainstorms have made them closer friends and taught them to think creatively. Adults often underestimate children's ability to amuse themselves. They think that to keep kids occupied they need to buy them the latest video game or motorized toy. In doing so, they may be overlooking one of the simplest and most productive forms of entertainment: Invention.
With a hammer and nails, a saw, some wire, and a little bit of free time, I know of two boys who invented something great: A way to escape boredom.

Why? Because it's worth it!

Why do Christians give up so many things to try to separate themselves from the world?

I have been asked this question so many times. Not always in those exact words, but usually along that line. People are always wanting to know why Christians do this and why they won't do that.

I was reading today in James and 4:3 really stood out to me. "Know ye not that friendship with the world is enmity with God? Whosoever will be the friend of the world is the enemy of God."

All relationships cost something. A father gives up a large part of his paycheck for his children and a mom will give up most of her time. Brothers, sisters, and friends, if they have a good relationship, will end of doing things for each other that aren't always easy or convenient. Again, all relationships cost something. The more a relationship means, the more you are willing to give up for it.

So, why do Christians give up so many things to separate themselves from the "sins" of the world? If the unsaved knew what a vibrant relationship with God is like, they would know how much that relationship is worth and they would never ask that question. They only ask because they really don't know. Tell them. Show them. So many times, they see only religion and it doesn't make sense to them. Religion without a relationship is like a job without pay. It just doesn't make sense.

The next time someone asks you "Why don't you ___?"(fill in the blank), ask them what they wouldn't give up to keep their relationship with their very best friend. Would you rather be friends with this world or with God? That's the choice that Christians face every day.