And now . . . this – Mar. 31/05

March 31, 2005

Hold muh beer an’ watch this!

A teenager who found a cloud-seeding missile was almost killed when he tried to cut it up for scrap metal with an axe.

Milan Petrov, 16, from Vinica, Macedonia, found the missile in a forest near his house and brought it home to cut up for scrap metal.

But he was badly injured when it blew up after he hit it several times with a heavy axe.

[Full Story]

*sigh* . . . Never bring an axe to a missile fight. (Someone had to say it.)


Terri Schiavo has died

March 31, 2005

Mikey “Grieving Widower” Schiavo denied his in-laws access to their daughter on her deathbed. Now, supposedly no legal obstacle remains for him to marry the concubine he deserted her for.

” Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.” (Gal. 6:7)

Hope you’re happy, Mikey. Celebrate while you can, because it won’t be long before you’re the sort of social pariah only the worst sex offender can dream of being.

Scott’s Easter roundup

March 28, 2005

What a day.

I awoke Sunday morning at 6am and headed downtown. The evangelical churches in Ottawa have held a yearly Easter sunrise service on Parliament Hill for nearly 40 years – skipping only last year because of a perceived lack of interest which, as they learned in short order, was a misperception. When I arrived (about 15 minutes early) there were about 20 people gathered at the foot of the steps to the Peace Tower. By the time the service was over, there had to be about 200. The speaker was Brian Stiller, formerly the president of the Evangelical Fellowship of Canada, currently president of Tyndale Bible College and Seminary in Toronto, and an excellent preacher and dissector of Canadian culture. Broadly speaking, the short message was about the significance of Easter for Christians in the public square.

From there I walked up Bank St. to my own church, and attended the first of the three Easter services, at 8:30. The sermon, titled “Easter: The Eternal Holy Day” was an exposition of Revelation 5, specifically the worthiness of Christ, the Lamb that was slain, to break the seals on the scroll:

  1. Jesus is worthy because he is the crucified Lamb.
  2. Jesus is worthy because he is the conquering Lion.
  3. Jesus is worthy to be the centre of world history.
  4. Jesus is worthy to be the centre of your life.

After the first service, I joined the choir singing the anthem at the beginning of the second and third services, skipping out in between for a quick breakfast. Then it was home for a brief respite (all of 15 minutes) before heading out to my Bible study group, which was surprisingly (to me) well attended for an Easter afternoon.

Next, it was back to church again for rehearsal and the evening service, which presented the choir cantata Believe. Being a Clydesdale arrangement, it featured many Notes of Unusual Pitch for us poor basses. My lungs hurt.

Finally, I spent a couple of hours soothing my tortured throat with bubble tea and pho at a nearby Vietnamese restaurant with some friends before going home and crashing.

Next year I’m taking some of Easter off . . . Most of the day was fun and enjoyable, but it was just too long without a break.

On the other hand, by virtue of showing up at church at 8:30, I coincidentally hooked up with an old friend who happened to be in Ottawa for the weekend and had come to Easter service at my church simply because it was closest to his hotel. If I’d started later in the day, I would have missed him entirely. (Hi Mark, if you’re reading.)

He is risen indeed!

March 27, 2005

An Easter thought from Athanasius, that great defender of Trinitarian Christianity:

Some might urge that, even granting the necessity of a public death for subsequent belief in the resurrection, it would surely have been better for Him to have arranged an honorable death for Himself, and so to have avoided the ignominy of the cross. But even this would have given ground for suspicion that His power over death was limited to the particular kind of death which He chose for Himself; and that again would furnish excuse for disbelieving the resurrection. Death came to His body, therefore, not from Himself but from enemy action, in order that the Savior might utterly abolish death in whatever form they offered it to Him. A generous wrestler, virile and strong, does not himself choose his antagonists, lest it should be thought that of some of them he is afraid. Rather, he lets the spectators choose them, and that all the more if these are hostile, so that he may overthrow whomsoever they match against him and thus vindicate his superior strength. Even so was it with Christ. He, the Life of all, our Lord and Savior, did not arrange the manner of his own death lest He should seem to be afraid of some other kind. No. He accepted and bore upon the cross a death inflicted by others, and those others His special enemies, a death which to them was supremely terrible and by no means to be faced; and He did this in order that, by destroying even this death, He might Himself be believed to be the Life, and the power of death be recognized as finally annulled. A marvelous and mighty paradox has thus occurred, for the death which they thought to inflict on Him as dishonor and disgrace has become the glorious monument to death’s defeat. Therefore it is also, that He neither endured the death of John, who was beheaded, nor was He sawn asunder, like Isaiah: even in death He preserved His body whole and undivided, so that there should be no excuse hereafter for those who would divide the Church.

– Athanasius, On the Incarnation 24.

FridaySaturday in the wild – Mar. 26, 2005

March 26, 2005

Held up a day this week because of Good Friday.

It’s a couple years behind the fashion curve, but Lars at Brandywine Books has weighed in on Bruce Wilkinson’s The Prayer of Jabez:

And that’s the secret to the passage. Jabez is the son of a mother who doesn’t love him; who blames him and holds a grudge against him. And that’s a big deal, especially in Jabez’ culture. Not getting a blessing from your parents was a major setback for an Israelite. To actually be cursed by a parent was horrific. You might as well just go hang yourself now. Your life is not going to be a pleasant one. You are a luck-repellant.

But Jabez, we are told, took his problem to God. He apparently asked the Lord to give him a blessing that would counteract his mother’s curse. “And God granted his request.” (verse 10) His brothers, not as honorable as he, very likely let their mother’s judgment be the last word on their destinies, and lived lives that were nasty, brutish and short.

[Read Jabez ‘n me]

Darlene of Blogger, can you spare a dime? is responsible for my nearly spewing Kraft Dinner all over my desk with this story of heroism in the face of animal attack:

As the water rose higher and higher, Michael moved faster and faster. Running. Plunging. Sweating. Swearing. The mouse realized it was his last chance at freedom as he struggled against the current and clung to the plunger that jostled him to and fro. If only he could manage to climb up the handle, he could run up the man’s sleeves and start clawing at his face. But the water pulled him down hard and soon he lost hold of the dome of salvation.

[Read Man against Nature]

Finally for today, ever heard the Leonard Cohen Song “Seems So Long Ago, Nancy”? Tim Challies shows in this must-read post how small our world is:

Over the years I have had a fascination with this song. It is an awful song, in many ways, leaving Nancy a legacy that few would want – a legacy of promiscuity and self-loathing. I have often felt such pity for Nancy as I can almost feel her sadness and pain through the song. I have wished that someone could reach through the sadness and bring her some measure of peace.

But the peace never came. Lost in her despair, Nancy took her own life.

How do I know this? Nancy was my aunt.

[Read Seems So Long Ago, Nancy]

Meanwhile, over on the search engine front, someone Googled me looking for freaky bible passages. Not sure I can help with that.

But that’s not half as disturbing as the guy who was looking for pastor gene scott porn. I’m afraid to ask what this guy’s kink is.

Someone else wanted to know why arizona doesn’t care how I stand on public issues as long%2 . . . What? What? Don’t leave me in the dark, man!

Till next week.

Na na na na, hey hey, Allah Achbar

March 25, 2005

This one is actually a couple of days old, but it completes the trifecta:

A federal court judge has upheld the use of a security certificate against Ottawa’s Mohamed Harkat, who has been held in jail for more than two years.

The Canadian Security Intelligence Service says the Algerian-born man is a member of Al-Qaeda who trained in Afghanistan, then entered Canada as a sleeper agent.

On Tuesday, Madam Justice Eleanor Dawson ruled that the grounds for that certificate are reasonable, opening the way to Harkat’s deportation.

[Full Story]

Buh-bye. Say hi to Osama for me.

Na na na na, hey hey, y’all don’t come back now, y’hear?

March 24, 2005

Life is good in Canada these days.

First we rid ourselves of German whiner Ernst Zündel and deport him back to Germany where he faces criminal charges for his particular brand of idiocy. Now, today, we rid ourselves of American whiner Jeremy Hinzman and deport him back to the States where he faces charges for his particular brand of idiocy:

An American war dodger who fled the U.S. military because he believed the invasion of Iraq was criminal has lost his bid for refugee status in Canada in a case closely watched on both sides of the border.

In a written ruling released Thursday, the Immigration and Refugee Board said Jeremy Hinzman had not made a convincing argument that he faced persecution or cruel and unusual punishment in the United States. . . .

“Mr. Hinzman is disappointed,” said [lawyer Jeffry] House.

[Full Story]

“Mr. Hinzman is hosed,” says Ransom.