Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Woolly Bear Afternoon

I made a new friend today...

It's not particularly easy to convince a caterpillar to pose to have his portrait taken. My subject spent about five minutes in defense posture before concluding I wasn't planning to eat him, and then another five minutes warming up enough to move. I then took this photo of a woolly bear's eye view of the world; thorax raised in defiance of the vast distances between he and...I don't know what. He's currently inspecting the area around my trashcan quite thoroughly, perhaps in search of a place to over winter.




For those of you who may be wondering, the woolly bear is actually the larval stage of the Isabella Tiger Moth. They over-winter by producing a biological antifreeze in their tissue. So when you find one in your garden mid-December, don't throw the carcass away assuming the sorry thing couldn't cocoon in time for frost, he's just cryogenically frozen. In summer, he will look like this, provided my blue birds don't get to him first.



Sorry for a post of such utter nonsense.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Wow

I'm not sure what to make of this... thoughts, anyone? Shoot me an email.
a-gbody@hotmail.com

http://www.usatoday.com/printedition/news/20091019/opledereligion194.art.htm

Monday, September 28, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Exploring

We rode along Front Street in Harrisburg yesterday afternoon. Perfect weather.


The gravestone of Mr. Harris, the founder of Harrisburg.



This waterflow looked a lot like the underside of a blue whale.


This very to-the-point sentence was at the Holocaust Memorial along Front Street.


Amy exploring her talent.


Saturday, September 5, 2009

White & Black

A Zebra's Stripes





I'm gonna keep this pretty quick because it's far too late for me to be doing this, but this is my most recent creation. White Charcoal on black Mi-Tientes. I wanted the effect of the black stripes blending seemlessly with the black of the paper and I think it works well. The zebra is such an enigma to me; that such an outrageous outfit could serve it well.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Splendor of the King

Star Cluster
Source: Hubblesite.org



This is an optical image of the Eagle Nebula, located in the constellation Serpens, photo courtesy of NASA taken by the Hubble space telescope. Pictured here is a region of the nebula where gases coalesce into greater masses until the increasing force of their mutual gravitation cause them to ignite in sustained nuclear fusion, a.k.a. a nursery for stars. The light being emitted from the gases is the result of ionization (the process of electrons being separated from their respective nulcei thus producing light) caused by the energy released from nearby stars. Off the picture to the upper right is a bank of young stars whose activity is slowing eroding away the pillar in the photo.

According to NASA, this particular nebula is 6500 light years distant or just over 38 quadrillion miles away from Earth. The section pictured here does not even compromise the entirety of the Eagle Nebula, yet this small piece is nearly 57 trillion miles from top to bottom.

Current estimates place our galaxy as one among 10 billion others, each containing at least as many as 10 billion stars, making our sun one of possibly over 100,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars in the universe.


"When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?"

Oh, how little that the psalmist actually knew. Now that we have the technology allowing us the capability to see this far into the depths of space at greater wonders than that ancient writer could have possibly dreamed, do we still allow ourselves the same awe, or have we grown up too much? I personally think I use that simple word too easily in my daily vernacular. To study its meaning shows me how easily I fail to practice it. Let us stop for a moment in the midst of our otherwise tremendously important activities and remember that as only one among billions on a world that could be one among quintillions, the Lord your God is mindful of you. As Christians blessed with the personal experience of the sacrifice and grace of Christ, I think we tend to view the Creation as a direct benefit to ourselves and fail to recognize how truly insignificant we are. It is by the grace of Elohim, Creator God alone that we have breath, and it is this same Creator who is this very moment directing the birth of stars in the deep fields of space far beyond our wildest imaginations.


For more info about the nebula in the picture above and other awesome photos taken by Hubble check out these links.

http://hubblesite.org/newscenter/archive/releases/2005/12/image/b/

http://hubblesite.org/gallery/wallpaper/

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

La clase espanol

Yes, it is true. We have begun classes every Wednesday night with the end goal of speaking and writing spanish fluently. Tonight was our third class. Our profesor assures us that within six months we will be capable of communicating effectively. He is a recent Venezualian immigrant who was a college professor in his home country. He now lives here in Pennsylvania with his children and studies and tutors privately. So far, so good: we have learned a number of words and phrases, and this week our assignment is to learn to count from 0-100. Es muy bien.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Violation

Our house was broken into Friday while we were both at work. I came home to find the back door unlocked but kicked in anyway, and all the drawers and doors inside the house wide open and everything rifled through. Not much was missing, just a few hundred dollars worth of stuff and my sense of security.

Leslie Zimmerman told me at church that I need to go through a "grieving" process: shock, anger, guilt, sorrow, then finally peace. I'm definitely still in the anger stage; I want to hurt the person who did it. But deep inside logic says that wouldn't help myself or the bum who done it. Amy reprimanded me for my lust for revenge, and I feel like a little boy who just got picked on and wants to kick the bully in the shin but the teacher wipes my tears and makes me stay in my chair until I get over it. And I remember Darrin's black shirt that says in bold white letters "An eye for an eye leaves both blind."

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Pop

It is rather fortunate that I am one of a small number of American sons who gets to work with his father. Not that it’s a rare thing, but uncommon enough. The days of growing up on the family farm and gradually growing into a role of running a farm with/for Dad are long gone for the vast majority of Americans thanks to advancements in technology and general hugeness of farm equipment; many kids simply know what their dad does at his job, but not how he does it. They see Dad in the morning and evening perhaps, but don't interact with him through the frustrations and joys, problems and accomplishments of the day's general tasks. But lamenting the fact of time lost with Dad would not make any family unit stronger.

Going along with Pop to work as a kid exposed me in a small way to the business. I wasn't much help except for background noise, and my short skinny 11 year old body couldn't do much more than sort the hardware, put the tracks together, run the drillers in with the impact, then clean up the trash and pack my pouch, impact, and extension cord into my toolbox- a WD cardboard box. At the time I hated it: I had glamorous dreams of being a brain surgeon thanks to a Reader's Digest article that I read and re-read. Working with Pop was more than a few notches beneath my level of dignity and high volume of peach fuzz. My hopes of being a surgeon were dashed when my hands proved unsteady in an 8th grade motor skills test. I did however learn how to wrap an extension cord quicker than anyone's business; it’s a talent I'm quite proud of to this day.

High school and jobs came and went. Frustrated at the lack of doing something I liked, Mom convinced me to go work with Pop. Originally the plan was to work there temporarily until I found something I liked; I soon found that I liked working there. This fall will be 9 years.

I like my job overall; I get to interact closely with dozens of people daily and thousands annually. My favorite person to interact with at work by any measure is Pop. I have to confess that in the early years of working there it wasn't something I saw as special; it was just something that was. I would see Pop in the morning at home, maybe on the dock for a few minutes at the shop, but then not until evening at home again. Now that I spend my days at the shop all day, I get to see Pop most of every day. The more time that we are blessed with together helps me realize how much I love the man, and how much he has taught me seldom with words or even discipline, but with his often quiet example. He has set me straight in some pretty big choices in life just with a half dozen carefully placed words and a look or two. Working by the piece taught me to work, but watching Pop taught me to live.









Sunday, July 12, 2009

Pedaling

We are happy to report that we have faithfully been getting our share of exercise on our bikes. We drive our bikes in the trunk of our car to Blue Marsh and ride into Reading. Round trip is about 14 miles. Hardcore bikers we are not; there is no spandex involved, and if there are any creatures along the trail we stop to inspect them and offer any assistance. Today we helped a toad with an injury to a rear leg and a bat which seemed to be lost. It was struggling on the floor of a covered bridge making pathetic little squeaks, so it was helped onto a beam of the bridge where it could groggily crawl back to its place with its buddies making sqeaks that I suspect were bat snores and sleep until dusk. People sometimes fall out of bed in their sleep; perhaps this bat fell off its beam while having a bad dream.





Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Spider's Cosmos


I was stopped this morning by the sight of a funnel spider's web. I thought "isn't it neat how the web resembles depictions I've seen of the theory of general relativity" Is it merely a great way for the spider to catch itself a meal, or the fabric of space-time on a tiny scale? Who is to say? But I digress. I was struck by the simple beauty intrinsic in the spider's web and so I spent the next hour wandering around our property in the mist taking pictures of other examples of arachnid architecture. And struggling to make our point and shoot camera focus where I wanted it to.

A person does not need to know me for long before they learn that I have an unusual appreciation for the insect world. I usually attribute this to the fact that I am equally fascinated by all life, but insects are far more accessible than a bird or a leopard. However I think that might be incorrect. I've concluded the real source of the appeal for me is that life should exist on such a tiny scale. This is a world where skyscrapers are built from shafts of wheat, the leaves of trees are separated by an unfathomable distance, and a human is a frighteningly large ogre. Lit only by moonlight, the world's spiders methodically create spinning wonders of gossamer stronger than steel. Taking literal leaps of faith on the end of their lifeline of silk, the very smallest throw themselves to the wind seeking an anchor for their webs. They can neither see where they will land nor comprehend the geometric beauty of their final creations; they do this simply because instinct dictates they must. I suppose a wonderful allegory for life could be drawn from that statement, but I will leave that for another time.




The affairs of men are of little import to the spider as it waits patiently for a meal, yet we squash them at every opportunity and create a toxic soup of chemicals to rid them from our homes. Little do we consider how intimately we depend upon even the smallest of creatures. If mankind were to obliterate itself tomorrow the world would gradually revert to the state it enjoyed ten thousand years ago. If spiders and the rest of the phylum of animals they represent vanished the damage to the balance of our planet's delicate ecology would be irreparable. So maybe the next time you raise your hand to squash a spider or another of the one million members of its kin, you'll wonder that we should owe a debt of gratitude to something so small and allow it to continue its work in peace.




Sunday, June 14, 2009

And then we came home

Last Saturday afternoon (June 6) we flew south to the DR. A group of locals who go by This Little Light Mininstries organizes two trips a year to support a school for poor kids in a town by the name of Punta de Garza. In a nutshell the school is run tuition-free by a local medical doctor and his wife. They have preschool up to 8th grade. They also have a recently installed water system which provides safe drinking water at a low cost. The good doctor provides a bit medical care for the kids and the adults in the community as possible. Most if not all of the support comes from various organizations in the States; feel free to get involved, as the last few months' support has not been sufficient due to the alleged difficult financial times in the US.

During our time at the school, we did a few odd maintenance jobs, spent a large amount of time with the kids playing games and doing crafts and skits, hauled a bunch of food and a morsel of spiritual nourishment to a Haitian migrant worker camp, and took the director shopping for some school supplies.

On Friday we had the fortunate experience to witness a group of fantastically wealthy businessmen from the US and Japan stop by the school. If my facts are correct, they are from a world-wide multi-level marketing outfit and have made truckloads of money selling some manner of nutritional drink, and now use their time and resources spreading their wealth around the world a bit. One of the men in the group asked where we are from; when told "Pennsylvania" he responded, "Oh, that's where my golf course is. Uhhh... can't remember the name of the town right now." We were all very impressed by his obvious wealth. Later on, when shown the benefits a vo-tech center would provide to the community, he committed to providing the funds necessary to build such a center. The group as a whole provided the school with backpacks and the funds necessary to fill those backpacks with the textbooks for the upcoming school year.

The doctor told us of much witchcraft and demon posession which the center is battling with a measure of sucess thanks to a certain teacher who is able to by the power of Jesus release kids from the control of those voodoo spirits and free them to turn their souls over to the powers of the Gospel. He told us of a pair of 14 year old girls who decided their way out of poverty was to run away from home and live with their adult boyfriends. Amy became attached to some sisters whose father was murdered a year ago; they wanted to know if they could call me Padre and if we would be willing to stay. The doctor's son informed me that in the entire school of 150 kids, there are only three families with both the father and mother intact. Many kids live with an aunt or older sibling, and many more kids only have their mother. Please pray for these families in this community.

This blog post could go on for some length, but suffice it to say that the school/center is a place of much potential. The grade school is only a part of what could be accomplished, if only enough people could come along side with the resources necessary to make it happen. It looks like the Vo-Tech center to teach trades varying from plumbing and electrical and welding to sewing and cooking will happen, but there is more that the doctor dreams of. He would like to expand the school to all twelve grades, and on a vacant lot across the muddy pot-holed street the goal is a small hospital where teams could come for a week or two and perform light medical care for the entire community. My only concern is that the buildings will get built with no monthly support for the expenses necessary to sustain such a complex. We had originally planned to pour concrete this week, but the doctor made it known that he was running low on funds, so we poured the money into his hands instead. He will put it to better use than a fresh section of concrete would ever do. Its easy to say, "Oh, we'll come down and build this building or paint that one for you" and enjoy the experience and fulfillment of doing something; the need I sense in this ministry is simply pure cashola. There's no lack of labor or knowledge of what the needs are; the place is run by the guys in the middle of all of it.






















Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Although the following is somewhat outdated, much of it still remains contemporary to the debates of today. So, I can't help but wonder, what is your opinion on the matter... To what extent can mainstream (and I emphasize mainstream) science contribute to a Christian worldview, or is it simply foolish to think that it may? Should Christians ignore or more commonly, attempt to deride the validity of current research that seems to contradict traditional views, or can it be used to create a more thoughtful view of what it means to be human?

The Lowest Common Denominator

Reading current headlines one would think that religion and science are locked in the midst of a clash of wills, and that one will inevitably fall. Though the two traditionally focus on very different aspects of the human experience, and should be viewed as separate schools of thought, each have begun encroaching upon the other’s territory. It is increasingly common in the academic community that one cannot be a scientist and a theologian without becoming lost within the dissonance of ideals. There is widespread acceptance that the two cannot be reconciled, with genetics and evolutionary psychology meeting traditional Christian anthropology at the forefront of the divide. Science, its nature being rational and objective, demands that evidence come with measurable validity and a sure degree of falsification. Religion on the other hand, is considered subjective and personal, allegedly emphasizing blind faith to accept its precepts. Those who seek intellectual and spiritual truth that may coalesce are left unsatisfied; truth cannot contradict truth.

While much of this conflict seems to have originated with the ideas of Charles Darwin and his theory of natural selection, the completion of the Human Genome Project in 2003 raised increased speculation regarding the future of scientific study into humanity. With our entire genetic endowment as a species open for interpretation and study, incredible advances in genetics and medicine loom just over the horizon. Geneticists are carefully mulling over DNA sequences to systematically find the heritable basis for some of humanity’s most debilitating diseases, from breast cancer to Alzheimer’s. Slowly, systematically, the genome is surrendering its secrets of human biology at the hands of scientific inquiry.

However, the excitement of these discoveries is hampered by a darker and more controversial pursuit of truth. Though once not highly respected, sociologists and psychologists are beginning to integrate genetic and evolutionary theories into their research, and effectively distance themselves from the intellectual stigma of being the “soft sciences”. With the help of the Human Genome Project it is possible, even quite likely that “psychiatry and psychology will be revolutionized” (Wade, 2001). On nearly a daily basis, new announcements are made regarding the genetics of behavior. Thus far, there are recorded findings of genes for proclivities to violence, spirituality, and adultery. A study completed in 1993 seemed to establish a correlation between a specific gene marker and a predisposition to violence within a single extended family (Peters, 2003). Twin studies comparing monozygotic and dizygotic twins, also suggest that genes are the proximal cause behind much of our behavior. Meanwhile, a culture war rages over the nature of human sexuality, as the homosexual community hopes a positive correlation to genetics would foster acceptance of their lifestyle.

The rapid rise of sociobiology has shifted focus towards the adaptive value of many of our behaviors, specifically those once considered exclusive of the human soul. By asking questions deeply framed within evolutionary thought, scientists are developing a largely deterministic view of human nature. According to Richard Dawkins, whose book The Selfish Gene earned him a reputation as “Darwin’s Rottweiler”, living organisms are merely temporary vectors, or “survival machines” for the replication of immortal DNA, our purpose being nothing more than to ensure its transmission and survival. Echoing many of his ideas, a recent Time article proudly defends the hypothesis that our social institutions of marriage and family are products of our genetic heritage, bequeathed us by ancestors who successfully manipulated their mates. Women manipulate men for resources and men manipulate women for sex. In short, the most selfish propagate a greater genetic investment in the future.

Even more problematic, is the scientific scrutiny that has recently befallen human convictions regarding the existence of God. Some have suggested the existence of a “spirituality gene” may be entirely responsible for our sense of transcendence. The faithful interpret this universal calling of God on the human soul as indisputable proof of His existence. The evolutionary psychologist would identify the same as evidence of the adaptive qualities of such a belief. “Anticipation of our own demise is the price we pay for a highly developed frontal lobe. In many ways [a God experience] is a brilliant adaptation. It’s a built in pacifier” . The theory is reminiscent to the ideas of Fredric Nietzsche, for whom God was nothing more than the “opiate of the masses”. All thought regarding the meaning of life before the onset of Darwinism is considered futile pursuits of fancy. Theistic beliefs remain attractive and atheism so repugnant allegedly because we evolved to believe in gods, not science, a trait defining us as an infantile species.

Even as neuroscience probes into the enigma of the mind, it threatens to expose us as machines of genetically and environmentally determined behavior. There is a recent trend towards the belief that our personalities and even our daily moral choices may be the result of genetic preprogramming. Although there is still weight given to the contribution of environmental influences to our behavior, it is only under the illusion that environment is somehow less determining than genes. It could be seen that our individual humanity is nothing more than a complex dance between the genome and the environment in which it is expressed. Additionally, few higher order behaviors have not been parsed into their neurocognitve correlates. The belief that humans are beings whose minds can be exhaustively determined by the expression of DNA and abide by the laws of chemistry and biology abounds within these fields. The brain is being identified as the organ of the mind, and its products: behavior, thought, and the emotions of the soul, however complex, exist with the supreme purpose of passing genes onto the next generation.

These assumptions erode at the traditional model of human nature. Cartesian Dualism, the belief that man is a corporal body imbued with an immaterial soul came under increased attack in the late twentieth century. Indeed, any move towards a reductionist model of humanity seems to revoke from us our very souls. Some fields of science might lead one to believe that our free will and our status as decisive, autonomous entities, is simply an illusion. According to Francis Crick, co-discover of the helical structure of DNA, “your joys and sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of identify and freewill, are in fact no more than the behavior of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules”. We are given only one comforting thought: that as long mysteries of the mind exist that have not yet surrendered themselves to science; we can continue to believe in our own free will. Otherwise, we would become trapped in a web of fatalism, our minds doomed to decay. However, when seen in the light of recent progress, what is currently unknown to science is unlikely to remain so for long.

How should Christian anthropology respond to these intellectual developments? The painful progression of science into the ontological and ethical realms of religion has produced what has come to be known as “the God of the gaps”, a hardly omnipotent being left to explain what science has not yet conquered. Are we to allow ourselves to be intellectually reduced to the lowest common denominator of all species, the genome, and our common biology? Or must we retreat into a doctrinal corner, impugning science with the proverbial slap on the wrist when it seems to go too far. Neither of these should be our natural response, instead, our goal should be to reconcile the disciplines towards a unified whole.

Should we lose our souls to science, we lose our irreducible worth as humans. It is only in the human soul that we may be separated from the rest of creation. Only into man did God breathe the breath of life. It is through our souls that we may relate to God as spiritual beings created in His image, and this is what lives on after physical death. Should our existence be limited to our physical composition, the implications to society could be severe. It is not the place of scientists to make claims regarding the existence of a human soul; yet, this is what so many have done. One cannot test for a soul or spirit any more than one can test for the very existence of God. These things are well beyond the scope of science, and when an individual, however impressive his credentials insists otherwise, he steps beyonds the bounds of his discipline. In the words of Francis Collins, director of the Human Genome Project, “the human genome will not help us to understand the spiritual side of humankind, or to know who God is, or what love is”. Science may say that the brain is the organ of the mind, but we are aware that our consciousness and our physical existence are separate things. This may be because the brain did not evolve to understand itself, only to survive, or it may be that something is within us that we understand as an immaterial soul.

The Bible is clear in its understanding of the dualistic nature of mankind. For example, when Jesus was on the cross, he told the thief being crucified next to him that he would be with Him immediately after his death and before the final resurrection of his body (Luke 23:43). Jesus described the body and soul as being separate entities when he said, “Do no be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul” (Matthew 10:28). The Apostle Paul said that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord (2 Corinthians 2:6).

Closely connected with the soul is the concept of free will. Free will, understood as the human ability to make choices that are unconstrained by external influences or other determining agent, is under threat. The sinister danger imposed by reductionism is the idea that human identity may become defined by the genome and individuals may surrender to natural tendencies to sin, conveniently assuming that what is natural is good. Determinism taken to its extreme could see morality break down as people are reduced to the sum of their parts, responsible to no one except their own selfish instinctual desires. This acceptance of the explanation for deviant behavior could pose incredible strain on the judiciary system, as thousands of guilty parties plead the claim that “my genes made me do it.” It could also lead to acceptance of a new breed of eugenics, which would rationalize an individual’s future contribution to society based upon their genetic profile. At the heart of the issue, is a challenge to our relationship to God as creatures made in His image, capable of morale and reason. A worldview where our behavior is hardwired into our genes cannot be compatible with individual accountability and our very understanding of good and evil.

Empirically, many of the gene-behavior causation claims are out of proportion to their scientific validity. The media, in its need to find sensational material that sells, often advocates outlandish claims before they have been conferred any credibility by the scientific community. Similarly, Journals and scientists often publish studies before they have been systematically validated in order to draw attention to the work. The result is an abundance of studies that lack consistency and replication. For many of the identified behavior genes, the correlation is so minuscule as to render the findings dubious at best.

However, it is still true that each of us bears a natural inclination to sin; the moral life is not something that seems to come naturally. This is true even for the greatest men of faith, including a great purveyor of Christianity to the ancient world, the Apostle Paul, who shared in this struggle nearly two thousand years ago. In his letter to the Romans, Paul mourns his evil human nature. From the NIV, Romans 7:15,18-24

"I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do….I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do – this I keep doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.”
“So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?

In this passage, Paul is describing an innate propensity to sin, one he describes as being part of his nature. He is referring to what is known by Christians as original sin, a spiritual condition of disobedience towards God consigned to humanity since the fall of Adam in the Garden of Eden. What is experienced is a dichotomy between the mind, or the will, and the body or our physical nature.

Could it be possible that basis for the inner struggle Paul is experiencing is what geneticists are discovering in our genetic blueprints? It falls neatly in line with a biblical understanding of the fallen nature of man, and so is it any different than the traditional assumption that we are born into sin. Thus, acceptance of a genetic foundation for the human will to sin need not constitute advocating determinism. An individual with a particular disposition to sin may be more vulnerable to a temptation, but these weaknesses do not remove our responsibility to make proper moral judgments. It simply exposes the source of our orientation towards evil and why we are so easily tempted. Rather than promote a sense of determinism, this knowledge should empower us, as we now have a clearer understanding of the battle that lies between what is perceived as the soul and the sinful inheritance of our bodies.

Rather than being machines, we retain our identities, as moral creatures made in the image of God, who holds us accountable for our actions; our burden of proof is heavy with the consequences of our sin. Like the Apostle Paul, we lament our own insufficiency, over which we have so little control. However, in the same passage of Romans, Paul reminds us that “through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set [us] free from the law of sin and death” (Romans 8:2). There is no need to be slaves to our sinful nature. Through the grace of God and the sacrifice of His Son, we have been empowered to overcome our nature. Though we may continue to sin, “if Christ is in you, your body is dead because of sin, yet your spirit is alive because of righteousness. And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through the Spirit, who lives in you” (Romans 8:10-11). When we accept this truth for ourselves we are no longer slaves to biological determinism; the chains have been broken.

These arguments touch only the surface of the complex relationship between science and Christian theology. For the Christian scientist, this antagonist relationship creates tension that becomes part of daily life. It seems impossible to take the opinion of science and weigh it on the same scale as that of faith. The temptation is to resign them to being incompatible, and accept science and religion as separate studies of vastly foreign ideas. However, what must we do when the ideas seem to overlap? When it comes to the study of human life and behavior, one cannot accept the views of either discipline without somehow rendering the other void. Yet is does not seem proper to disregard the virtues of reason for the sake of adhering to outmoded doctrine that is not central to a saving knowledge of Christ.

As Christians, it is wise to assess the pragmatism of science, and yet remain aware of its restrictions. Though many men may attempt to explain every aspect of reality using the scientific method, it inevitably fails. Science is not equipped to isolate and quantify the realms of God and soul. Science can only study the measurable and observable, it cannot study the unseen. When used wisely, however, it may lead us to paths that deepen our understanding of our relationship to God and creation. Through the critical review of science and theology as seen in this article, it is possible for both schools of thought to edify each other, rather than destroy.
Reconciling science and religion in their views of human life is far more difficult than this article would suggest. From this point forward in our society, there will always be individuals on the radical extreme of each perspective who will elicit conflict, which has characterized this relationship for centuries. It is common for scientists to disassociate themselves from the issues their research and ideas are creating, and chose to leave such things for the humanities to consider. Yet, it is dangerous to allow oneself to become so lost in the fundamentals; doing so causes one to lose part of the human experience. It is the responsibility of both the scientist and the theologian to ensure that the truth is what is being conveyed to society, however elusive it may be. In areas such as those questioning the essence of human nature, it is improbable, if not impossible, for two opposing views to exist in complete harmony. Responsible science should learn to appreciate the point where measuring and quantifying evidence is not longer effective. Likewise, responsible theology should appreciate science as an integral part of exploring the mysteries of God’s creation. The religious should accept the discoveries of science and weigh their validity, critically and empirically, remaining aware of the limits of its methods. Only if these things are done will we ever approach an image of reality that is holistic and true.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Amy's 25 now. She is officially an adult according to State Farm. She got a card from me, a sight-seeing trip to DC from the Mazda, and a set of BBC nature DVD's from Amazon.

It was predictably busy with tourists around the war memorials, this being Memorial Day weekend. We watched grizzled veterans in biker garb sniffling in their own private remembrance, high-schoolers loud and oblivious to the horrors human beings have heaped upon one another in the last few hundred years, Oriental tourists using their large purses as bumpers, Marine One land and take off, and ducks race the length of the Reflecting Pool. We decided the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History is not nearly as up-to-date or as well-stocked as the one in NYC, and that the Holocaust Museum is particularly moving. We also decided that we need to visit DC again to see more of the museums.

It is my hope and prayer that there is never again a need to add another War Memorial to the current US collection scattered around the steps of the Capitol. I thank all service members who have given themselves to give the rest of us a Freedom which is in short supply in a large part of the world; may we manage to maintain that hard-earned freedom with diplomacy and peace in lieu of aggression and war.











Thursday, May 14, 2009

Invisible Elegance

Well, in truth it's not literally invisible, but essentially is for all practical purposes. Even for the least scientifically minded among you, I would highly recommend you take a few moments to watch the following animation. Make sure your speakers are turned on because the video is accompanied by a soundtrack that is stirring in its application, if not somewhat irksome for its use of synthesized instruments.

http://aimediaserver4.com/studiodaily/videoplayer/?src=ai4/harvard/harvard.swf&width=640&height=520

This particular sequence seems to be focusing on the workings within a typical leukocyte (white blood cell), yet let it not be forgotten that this bewildering array of activity is occurring incessantly in each of the ten trillion cells that form the sinews with which your body is knit together. The activities being portrayed are as accurate to our current understanding of cellular machinery as any I've ever seen and in brilliant colour and dimension nonetheless. The unfortunate disadvantage most of us meet in the modern biology classroom is the sterile, 2-D world of the textbook from which the inner life of the cell seems as stuffy and uneventful as the pages from which we read. However, there exists a stunning elegance in the "simplest" form of life that we have only just begun to understand. Far from being a gelatinous bag of protoplasm is the cell, rather it is a microcosm of even our greatest cities, complete with power plants, markets, libraries, production lines, and mass transit. My particular favorite is the scene in which DNA is spliced in preparation to create mRNA (the process of which is not shown in its entirety) which is then united with a ribosome beyond the nuclear envelope to produce the proteins that keep the cell alive. The video ends with the leukocyte migrating from a capillary to intercellular space in response to the identification of a foreign body. A simple action really, but one built upon marvelous complexity, and upon which we depend upon with our very lives.

Very rarely do I have the happenstance to meet someone else who shares my rapt fascination with cellular biology, so my hope is that in watching this video you will possibly share in some of the wonder.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Saturday, May 2, 2009

A Fine Example of Avian Architecture


Discovered this morning that someone built a home for themselves in our weeping cherry tree. I'm not sure what they were thinking since this is fairly low to the ground and entirely exposed; wouldn't be my choice for a home, but since our property is a death zone for cats they should be okay. I just saw a robin perched in it a few moments ago, so that is obviously the species responsible for the construction. I suppose if all goes according to the robin's plan, we'll have three or four chicks in there in about three weeks.
I marval at the sophistication of instict inherent in even the most common of backyard animals.

Friday, April 24, 2009

It's Done!!!


I took some excellent advice from members of the WetCanvas community and added a thin glaze of burnt sienna over the tail and hind quarters to give it more depth. As one individual remarked "the tail looked like it was growing from the cat's head". Too true. I feel like the adjustment has fixed that problem for the most part, and has also helped the composition a great deal by pulling more attention to the cat's face. I haven't signed it yet, but I'm willing to call it done now. In a few months I'll varnish it and it should be ready for a frame, or sale...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Almost Done


It's so close to being finished now that I think I might set it aside for a little bit before I call it really done. There are a few finished touches that need to be attended to, but for now I've become so weary of looking at it that I need another diversion for a while.


Saturday, April 11, 2009

Here he is again...


Quite a bit further along now. I took about an inch off it's back since the last photo was taken, and I feel like the proportions are now much more accurate. Gave him some whiskers because I was tired of looking at that area and feeling like something was terribly missing. I'm still not too happy with the tail, I'm having a hard time finding a balance between a softer look since it's further from the viewer and the same crazy detail as the face. There are so very many things I think I'd do differently now, and as I'm nearing completion, I'm becoming only somewhat satisfied with the finished product. But this is the first painting of a cat that I've ever done, and I've never before attempted the fur look with anything else, so I'm trying not to get frustrated with myself. I still don't have much of a "style" since this is only the third oil painting I've taken this close to completion. I think I might want to work a great deal "looser" than this in the future.


Speaking of the future, I think my next project will be a four panel series of orchids. Something using my own reference material that I can actually market. :)


Sorry about the ugly glare in the photo by the way, some of the paint is still very wet.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

More Clouded Leopard

Here's the current status after last night's work. I feel like it's finally starting look like the whole animal and it has more of a body. The whole thing feels less like a disembodied head to me. I'm frustrated by the tail and the cat's hind portions. Those areas in my reference photo are out of focus, so my hope with this was to use the same effect. However, my attempts at that thus far have been less than satisfying. I've seen some artists place objects outside of the focal point out of focus, especially with wildlife art, but it seems I'm not one of those artists that can do that successfully, at least not with this piece. I'm also not happy with the curve of his rump on the top right hand corner, so I think I'm going to cut into it a little bit when I go over the background again. As it is, if one were to follow the line of it's back beyond the edge of the painting I think the current proportions would make it look a little humpback. I'm hoping that streamlining that space will slim him down a bit. Any C & C's welcome.




Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Sincerity

The fourth Wednesday of every month we have a meeting at work where all the partners and employees eat doughnuts or pies made by the owner's wife and discuss a topic as chosen by Character First, an Oklahoma-based organization which publishes literature on various character qualities. They have so far found sixty character traits that are commendable; tomorrow's topic is Sincerity. I am the chosen speaker.

In researching the etymology of the word (one of my favorite ways of finding out what a word means), I found that the word in Latin is translated "without wax." The popular origin of the word is that Roman potters began selling faulty pottery with the blemishes carefully hidden by wax and paint; when heated, the wax melted and the contents would leak out. Potters of higher talent began marketing their pottery as sine cere or "without wax." Wikipedia tells me that this story is false, but rather sincere is derived from the Latin sincerus meaning clean, pure, sound; Amy's Oxford Dictionary agrees. Either way, the meaning is essentially the same: to be without disguise; to be in reality as in appearance. An antonym of sincerity is hypocrisy, which has Greek origins of "play-acting" and more specifically in reference to a successful actor (which was not an admirable occupation) named Aeschines who became a politician. Ha. Aristotle said that sincerity is the ground between self-depreciation and boastfulness.

Can someone be sincere? True sincerity insinuates that someone is without fault, but rather shows 100% excellence in every aspect. In a world where human nature is inherently good, sincerity is within reach. However, in the Christian world of an evil human nature, true sincerity is a mere construct (ideal). This leads me to believe that someone bearing the label of "a sincere person" (as we use it) is an approximation, a near-bull's eye. Whether that label is self-inflicted or uttered in observation by another determines whether said label is hypocritical or a compliment of epic proportions. Either way, it is a burden.

In every way, sincerity is a virtue necessary for permanent success. Any small amount of play-acting (hypocrisy) negates whatever amount of sincerity we possess, just as Amy's injera fermented with just a morsel of yeast. In the context of a rich man entering heaven through the eye of a needle, it may be easier to purge dough of yeast after it has risen than it is to purge one's reputation of hypocrisy.

Horton said it best: "I said what I meant, and I meant what I said." Regardless of potential harm to himself, he hatched the egg and later got that speck with the colony of Whos safely up to Mount Nool. Sincerity in the purest definition may or may not be within reach, but without question the ideal behind the word is: to do what is right, irregardless of what is best for self.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Lasagna!

One of my favorite dishes from my childhood was lasagna. I think a large part of the reason for that was Garfield's obsession with it. I always loved cartoons; since I liked food and Garfield liked lasagna, I decided to like lasagna too. Mom never did appreciate it too much when I called lasagna "cat food", even as I devoured platefulls of the stuff. My hunger for lasagna has never diminished.




Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Clouded Leopard Continued...

Here's the next step in the process. There was about four hours worth of work between this photo and the last one that was taken. All that consisted of was patiently (and sometimes not so patiently) marking each visible hair with a single brush stroke. This however, is my favorite part of completing any painting. It's the work of detail that is the most enjoyable as the image begins to slowly take on the look of the finished product.

"PRIDE GOES BEFORE DESTRUCTION" AND IN OUR MODERN ERA, PRIDE AMONG THE NATURAL SCIENCES HAS TAKEN THE FORM OF OVERESTIMATING OUR KNOWLEDGE, OF ARROGATING FOR SCIENCE A KIND OF OMNISCIENCE THE WE DO NOT IN FACT HAVE. OR, TO REFINE IT A BIT: "PLAYING GOD" MEANS WE CONFUSE THE KNOWLEDGE WE DO HAVE WITH THE WISDOM TO KNOW HOW TO USE IT.