Monthly Archives: September 2006

Multiple-Choice God

An article in the LA Times tells of a new survey called, “American Piety in the 21st Century,” that reveals that Americans believe in four basic types of deity. The survey was conducted by the Gallup Organization for Baylor University.

According to the survey, 85-90% of Americans answered “yes” when asked if they personally believe in God.

But the study went further by asking respondents what sort of God they believed in. The results put the perennial debate over the role of religion in public life in a new light.The survey identifies four conceptions of God, which it labels A, B, C and D.

A is the Authoritarian God, worshiped by 31.4% of respondents. This deity is highly involved, responsible for Earthly events such as tsunamis or economic upturns and “capable of meting out punishment to those who are unfaithful or ungodly.”

B is the Benevolent God, the choice of 23% of respondents. He also is involved in human affairs but isn’t in the smiting business. This God is “mainly a force of positive influence in the world and is less willing to condemn or punish individuals.”

C is the Critical God, who “really does not interact with the world.” But believers in this God — 16% of the sample — still watch their Ps and Qs because God C “views the current state of the world unfavorably” and will punish evildoers “in another life.”

Last but not least is D, the Distant God. Twenty-four percent of respondents endorsed — “embraced” is probably too strong a word — this version of the deity, “a cosmic force which set the laws of nature in motion” but has no interest in human activities.

Finally, there are the atheists, who accounted for 5.2% of respondents. (They aren’t dignified with an abbreviation. F for faithless?)

This seems just a little too simplistic to me. If I had been polled, I wouldn’t have chosen any of those options because God can’t be limited to a simple label like these. The closest thing to who I think God is a combination of both A and B. And even that is still too simplistic for my taste.

One good thing I think this survey does is to dispel the notion that the religion of Americans is uniform.

From the actual findings:

Americans may agree that God exists. They do not agree about what God is like, what God wants for the world, or how God feels about politics. Most Americans pray. They differ widely on to whom they pray, what they pray about, and whether or not they say grace.

I must admit I am surprised at the numbers given in this study. According to the study, barely 1 in 10 Americans is NOT affiliated with a congregation; fewer than 5% of the US population claim a faith outside of the Judeo-Christian mainstream; and Fully a third of Americans, roughly 100 million people, are Evangelical Protestant by affiliation.

This study even found that those who claim to be unaffiliated still have some traditional forms of faith. The majority of Americans not affiliated with a religious tradition believe in God or some higher power; Almost a third of those unaffiliated with organized religion pray at least occasionally; Religiously unaffiliated people are unlikely to attend church. Nine out of ten report never attending religious services; and at least one in 10 religiously unaffiliated Americans has no doubt in the existence of God, believes Jesus is the son of God, and prays daily or more.

This is fascinating stuff to me. They even surveyed these folks on what term they think best describes them and nearly half of them called themselves “Bible believing.” Only 15% call themselves “Evangelical” and only 2 in 100 believe that is the best description.

This is only a small sampling of the findings, as the document is 74 pages long.

My question is this: It’s obvious that American religion/Christianity is incredibly diverse. So 1) When will people start recognizing that fact and stop lumping everyone together under the title “Fundamentalist” and 2) If this many people really do believe in God, Jesus, and attend church, where are the fruits of it?

How Star Trek Changed This Guy’s Life

In the NY Times:

FOUR decades ago, when the starship Enterprise first settled into orbit around Planet M-113 on Sept. 8, 1966, I was 2 years old. I could not have known it at the time, but “Star Trek” would literally change my life.To say that any television show has changed one’s life is to invite both mockery and pity for a poor, shuttered geek who must surely have been denied direct sunlight and the attention of women for the better part of his days. But in lieu of offering documentary proof that I do not, in fact, still reside in my parents’ basement, let me simply tell you how “Star Trek” informed the way I look at the world.

“Star Trek” is often reduced to kitsch: Kirk’s paunch, Spock’s pointy ears, green-skinned alien girls. But it was more than escapism and rubber-suited aliens. It was a morality play, with Capt. James T. Kirk as a futuristic John F. Kennedy piloting a warp-driven PT-109 through the far reaches of the galaxy.

Kirk, for me, embodied an American idea: His mission was to explore the final frontier, not to conquer it. He was moral without moralizing. Week after week, he confronted the specters of intolerance and injustice, and week after week found a way to defeat them without ever becoming them. Jim Kirk may have beat up his share of bad guys, but you could never imagine him torturing them.

A favorite quote: “We’re human beings, with the blood of a million savage years on our hands. But we can stop it. We can admit that we’re killers, but we won’t kill today.” Kirk clearly understood humanity’s many flaws, yet never lost faith in our ability to rise above the muck and reach for the stars.

“Star Trek” painted a noble, heroic vision of the future, and that vision became my lodestar.

As I grew into adolescence, the show provided a handy reference against which to judge the questions that my young mind began to ask: What is the obligation of a free society toward the less fortunate? Does an “advanced” culture have the right to spread its ideas among more “primitive” ones? What does it mean to be human, and at what point do we lose our humanity to our technology?

And as I grew into an adult, and my political views took shape, I treasured “Star Trek” as a dream of what my country could one day become — a liberal and tolerant society, unafraid to live by its ideals in a dangerous universe, and secure in the knowledge that its greatness derived from the strength of its ideas rather than the power of its phasers.

In my 20’s, through a combination of luck and determination, I fulfilled my childhood dream — I became a writer for “Star Trek.”

For 10 years, I helped propel the latter-day incarnations of “Trek” into new territory while keeping alive the set of moral principles I’d taken to heart. As I plotted the adventures of the Enterprise-D and the travails of the space station Deep Space 9, I gradually became interested in pushing the boundaries of “Star Trek,” and began to let Captains Picard and Sisko find the shades of gray in a universe Kirk sometimes saw only in black and white.

Science fiction on film and television has, over the past four decades, moved decisively away from the optimism of “Star Trek.” “Blade Runner,” “Alien” and “The Matrix” posit much darker, dystopian futures; even the “Star Wars” movies posit the rise of a galactic empire founded on “the dark side.” Social and commercial explanations abound for this shift, but my theory is that “Star Trek” set the gold standard for the idealistic vision of tomorrow and no one has successfully challenged it.

Nowadays, it may appear that I’ve turned a blind eye to my lodestar as the crew of the battlestar Galactica behave in ways that would’ve been unthinkable in the “Star Trek” universe that Gene Roddenberry created. But “Battlestar Galactica” remains very much informed by the lessons I learned from that slightly paunchy man in the gold pajama top on the good ship Enterprise.

My characters may not have all the answers (sometimes they’re not even aware of the questions) but they contain kernels of both good and evil in their hearts and continue to struggle for salvation and redemption against the darker angels of their natures. Their defeats are many, their victories few, but somehow, some way, they never give up the dream of finding a better tomorrow.

And, thanks to a 40-year-old television show, neither do I.

Ronald D. Moore is the writer of “Battlestar Galactica.”

He has a point.

Veggie Tales joins Saturday Morning Cartoons

NBC will begin broadcasting the popular Christian cartoon Veggie Tales on Saturday mornings. Unfortunately, NBC is insisting that biblical and evangelical messages be taken out.

What will be left of Bob and Larry once those things are edited out?

According to an Associated Press report, VeggieTales creator and consultant Phil Vischer is, at NBC’s insistence, retooling the popular cartoons for network television. The cartoon still presents Bible stories, he notes, but the network has said they cannot preach to kids or show Scriptures at the end of each episode, so “we have had to make some edits.”The major TV networks have “some sensitivities,” Vischer explains, “about ‘preaching to kids’ when you have an audience that’s going to have atheist kids and, you know, Hindu kids,” and so on. “And so we can tell Bible stories,” he says, but “what we can’t do is really turn to the audience and preach at them. What we can’t do at the end is go to the computer and show a Bible verse, which clearly doesn’t pass network standards.”

For example, Vischer recalls, in one VeggieTales episode a character states, “The Bible says God gave Samson his strength,” and NBC “didn’t have a problem with that. But then the character kind of turns to the camera and says, ‘And God can give us strength, too.’ And that’s kind of where [NBC] said, ‘Okay, now you’re preaching.’”

Phil Vischer, creator and producer of the show, doesn’t seem too bothered by it. He said some of the changes were a surprise, but he still believes that the integrity of the show is left intact.

“There is the kind of compromise that Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego refused to do,” Vischer says. “But there’s also the kind of compromise that [the apostle] Paul did when he said, ‘I will be all things to all people’ — where he wanted to kind of adopt the culture of the people he was trying to reach; not offend them, but find a way to get the gospel in front of them. And I think that’s a little more what we’re trying to do here.”It remains clear, even in the edited episodes, “that we’re telling a Bible story and we’re communicating something from the Bible,” Vischer contends; but “what we haven’t been able to do is really turn to the audience and apply it to them.” He acknowledges that he and his associates are “not thrilled” about all the cuts, but says “we’re doing the best we can. If someone invites you to a dinner party and you get to talk there, you kind of have to live by the rules of the host.”

I think I am on the fence here. On one hand, it’s pretty cool that a Christian cartoon will be joining MSM. On the other, I have to wonder how much compromise is too much. Is this compromise being done for the sake of spreading the Gospel? Or is it being done to line someone’s pocket?

Read the full story here.

D’Corazon

Last night my roomies took me to dinner. D wanted to try this restaurant a coworker had been telling him about. He had a $25 off gift certificate, but they had to order a minimum of $35. He knew that he and AGG wouldn’t get there by themselves, so they took me along.

D told us it was downtown at 15th and Blake, so AGG and I were thinking this was going to be a pretty nice place. We were going for some downtown dining.

Boy were we wrong!

We arrive at this hole in the wall dump. We walk in and surprisingly enough, it’s crowded. So I’m thinking, well if this many people are here the food has to be good. The noise level was deafening. Our waiter not only had a hard time hearing us, but he had a hard time understanding us. They served us room temperature tap water.

But we all manage to find something on the menu that we think we’ll like. D enjoyed his food–but he’s a guy, which means he’s a human garbage disposal. AGG discovered she really liked the tortillas, and the chicken she had with her fajitas was actually pretty tasty. Me? I ordered tostadas. How can you mess those up? Oh you can. The chicken was all dark meat, shredded. And it was cold. The beans were cold. The plates weren’t even hot, as they usually are at mexican restaurants. The sour cream was congealed and kind of chunky.

The worst part? There was a couple sitting across from us making out the entire time we were there. AGG ended up turning her chair towards the wall just so she couldn’t see them. I was honestly more amused than offended, and there were a few times I thought they were just going to eat each others faces off. It was not something you want to see in public, and definitely not while you’re eating.

The ONE redeeming factor the restaurant had was the amazing sopapillas. Even the chips and salsa were gross. It tasted like they dumped an entire can of chili powder in the salsa. But the sopapillas were delightful.

Word to the wise: if you’re ever in downtown Denver, don’t go to D’Corazon. And don’t let their website fool you. It was nowhere near as cool as it looks in the photos.

Rosie Gets Political

I’ve seen a lot of right-leaning folks give Rosie O’Donnell flak for her comment, “Radical Christianity is just as threatening as radical Islam in a country like America.”

Watch the video.

I have to agree with her. I don’t agree with everything Rosie says. I’m right there with Elisabeth while she’s defending the reasons this country is at war. But that one statement from Rosie does, in fact, hit the nail on the head.

We’ve got people in this country who are protesting the funerals of soldiers in the “name of God.” We’ve got people in this country who are bombing abortion clinics in the “name of God.” These people are terrorists too. The only difference is that they are Americans terrorizing America, rather than Islamists.

Are you ready?

9/11 Tribute: Joseph Reina

Joseph Reina loved the New York Yankees.

He married Lisa on the day of Game 1 of the 1999 World Series, and a friend brought a small television set to the reception so Joe could check the progress of the game. Lisa didn’t mind, but would have put her foot down if he had tried to go to the game! Both Lisa and Joe loved the sun and always vacationed where it was hot. Lisa reminisced, “He was the first guy I’d met who liked to take the sun as much as I did.”

An old friend of Joe’s remembered that he would often walk her and her daughter to the bus stop in Staten Island. Even after he moved away, Joe was remembered as a sweet, respectful young man.

On the morning of September 11, 2001 Joe went to work just like every other day. At the age of 32, he was a manager of operations for Cantor Fitzgerald, a leading financial services provider that offers clients an array of financial products and services in the equity and fixed income capital markets. The offices of Cantor Fitzgerald were located between the 101st and 105th floors of one of the twin towers.

Cantor Fitgerald lost 658 employees that day, and Joseph Reina was among them.

Lisa believes the Yankees lost the World Series that year because Joe, along with his Cantor friends, were not there. Little Joseph was born in October of 2001, and Lisa has every intention of raising him as a loyal Yankees fan in remembrance of his father.

Join me today in remembering the lives of those who were lost 5 years ago today.

Joe, you may be gone, but you are not forgotten.

See more tributes here.

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Together

Sometimes when I’m bored at work, I will browse through the latest on Snopes.com to see what kinds of crazy things Americans are falling for these days. Today, I ran across the most amazing story that is true.

Be ready…..you WILL cry!This is the most unbelievable thing I’ve ever seen. I am absolutely in AWE of this man. Please watch the video, too — I am sitting here at my computer at a loss for words. There are no words for this, only tears filled with emotion.

A MUST Watch Video

This Father does it all just for the purpose of seeing the smile on his son’s face. If you want to see the most profound reflection of the Father’s love for us that you’ve ever seen … watch. Time taken to watch this is the best time you’ve ever spent on email.

Read this and then watch the video (the website link is at the end)

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I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he’s not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars — all in the same day.

Dick’s also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much — except save his life.

This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

“He’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life,” Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. “Put him in an institution.”

But the Hoyts weren’t buying it. They noticed the way Rick’s eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. “No way,” Dick says he was told. “There’s nothing going on in his brain.”

“Tell him a joke,” Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.

Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? “Go Bruins!” And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, “Dad, I want to do that.”

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described “porker” who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. “Then it was me who was handicapped,” Dick says. “I was sore for two weeks.”

That day changed Rick’s life. “Dad,” he typed, “when we were running, it felt like I wasn’t disabled anymore!”

And that sentence changed Dick’s life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

“No way,” Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren’t quite a single runner, and they weren’t quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, “Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?”

How’s a guy who never learned to swim and hadn’t ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

Now they’ve done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don’t you think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you’d do on your own? “No way,” he says. Dick does it purely for “the awesome feeling” he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992 — only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don’t keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

“No question about it,” Rick types. “My dad is the Father of the Century.”

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. “If you hadn’t been in such great shape,” one doctor told him, “you probably would’ve died 15 years ago.”

So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other’s life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father’s Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

“The thing I’d most like,” Rick types, “is that my dad would sit in the chair and I would push him once.”


Yes, I cried.

Armor of God PJs

What an interesting idea. Actually, I think this is a great idea, I just think the execution is poor.

Putting something like this on every night is a great reminder of what the full armor of God is. It’s a great memory tool for kids. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t wear these and wouldn’t expect my children to wear something I wouldn’t. If they improved the fashion, they would be able to market them better.

Whoever did this, you rock!

Someone has hung 2 flags from every overpass over Interstate 66 in Washington, DC. I think that’s an awesome tribute.

These weren’t just little flags that someone had casually stuck in the fence, hoping they would last a few hours before blowing away. These were good quality, very large, all-weather flags with bright reds and blues that were carefully affixed to each overpass in flawless order so that they would not blow around or even wrinkle.

Read the story here (HT: Mary K).

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