Biology lesson: niche. In a healthy ecosystem, every animal has a niche, a place that it belongs, pertaining to everything from the place it sleeps, the food it eats, the availability of mates, to its relationship with other species (such as predator-prey, symbiotic, parasitic, etc.). However, if there are two species that require the same niche, or an overpopulation of the same species, then mass-death is a result, because of the competition for limited resources. Two species can not exist in the same niche, nor can a high numeric of the same species occupy the same niche because of the limited shelter, food, and mates that exist.
Christians live in a niche paradox. On one hand, our niche is everywhere. Christianity knows no bounds, not constrained by race or sex, knows no difference between financial or social, no loyalty to age or career, has no national or political bias, can exist in any environment.
Christians have also been given the freedom to eat!: Continue reading
You can’t go to church as some people say
The common terminology we use everyday
You can go to a building, that is something you can do
But you can’t go to church ’cause the church is you
‘Cause the church is you
Did you know, that the early church within the pages of the New Testament did not meet within a church building? In fact, church buildings are not even biblical; nowhere do they appear within the Bible, for they were yet to be invented. They, the people, εκκλησία (ekklesia), were addressed as the church:“To the angel of the church [ἐκκλησίας] in Ephesus, write the following: . . .“To the angel of the church [ἐκκλησίας] in Laodicea write the following:” (Revelation 2:1; 3:14 ESV).
As a writer, I argue that our language betrays what we hold as importance, our perceptions, and what we believe. We hear phrases, such as: “We’re going to church,” or “You can’t do/say that here! We’re in church,” for too many believe, or at least act, as if the church is a building, the place which we meet on Sunday, instead of the people who fill its pews. Continue reading
The Great Divorce: C. S. Lewis (Section of Chapter 11)
“But you and I must be clear. There is but one good; that is God. Everything else is good when it looks to Him and bad when it turns from Him. And the higher and mightier it is in the natural order, the more demoniac it will be if it rebels. It’s not out of bad mice or bad fleas you make demons, but out of bad archangels. The false religion of lust is baser than the false religion of mother-love or patriotism or art: but lust is less likely to be made into a religion. But look!”
I saw coming towards us a Ghost who carried something on his shoulder. Like all the Ghosts, he was unsubstantial, but they differed from one another as smokes differ. Some had been whitish; this one was dark and oily. What sat on his shoulder was a little red lizard, and it was twitching its tail like a whip and whispering things in his ear. As we caught sight of him he turned his head to the reptile with a snarl of impatience. “Shut up, I tell you!” he said. It wagged its tail and continued to whisper to him. He ceased snarling, and presently began to smile. Then he turned and started to limp westward, away from the mountains.
“Off so soon?” said a voice.
The speaker was more or less human in shape but larger than a man, and so bright that I could hardly look at him. His presence smote on my eyes and on my body too (for there was heat coming from him as well as light) like the morning sun at the beginning of a tyrannous summer day.
“Yes. I’m off,” said the Ghost. “Thanks for all your hospitality. But it’s no good, you see.I told this little chap,” (here he indicated the Lizard), “that he’d have to be quiet if he came–which he insisted on doing. Of course his stuff won’t do here: I realise that. But he won’t stop. I shall just have to go home.”
“Would you like me to make him quiet?” said the flaming Spirit-an angel, as I now understood. Continue reading
On July 17, a tiny hero busted into theaters; however, as of September 15, his movie has made over $395,051,488 in box office ticket sales worldwide. Like everyone else, I had my doubts if Marvel was going to pull off making a decent movie of a man who can shrink and talk to ants; however, I was pleasantly surprised, for Ant-Man over night became one of my favorite Marvel movies, though I do wish that the cussing level in it was toned down.
This tiny hero proved that there is no size when fighting evil. That even the smallest things, ant-size–atomic-size, can make a difference. You think that we would have learned this lesson by now, with role models such as the short Jedi master, Yoda, “Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you?,” the small Hobbits who saved Middle Earth, and petite David who took down the mighty Goliath, yet tis easy for us to forget, and doubt, and so we constantly need reminded. Continue reading
Is this beautiful?
C. S. Lewis argued that there is a standard for beauty, “We must, then, grant logic to the reality; we must, if we are to have any moral standards, grant to it moral standards too. And there is really no reason why we should not do the same about standards of beauty. There is no reason why our reaction to a beautiful landscape should not be the response, however humanly blurred and partial, to something that is really there” (“De Futilitate”). The rainbow above is beautiful, because just as our morals come from God, so does our beauty. This rainbow is beautiful, because we can see God bleeding through it. Continue reading
Yes, this is a trailer for the upcoming expansion for Star Wars: The Old Republic; but, it is also much more. It is a story, which has made my heart ache each time that I’ve watched it. . . . Perhaps, because in many ways, I can relate to Arcann. Continue reading