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Exultate Justi
Friday, May 23, 2008
 
Memorial Day


Please...take time to relax, and enjoy the day off, if you've got it. Have a great time with friends and family.

While you're doing that, however, allow me to urge you to take a few minutes and reflect on the blessings given you by virtue of your life in the United States. Take a few more minutes to find the nearest veteran, and shake his/her hand. We owe them.

FYI - Fort Logan National Cemetery here in Denver can use volunteers this coming Tuesday - starting at 7:30am - to help take down the thousands of flags currently being placed for Memorial Day. The flags go up pretty quickly, as the job is handled by seemingly thousands of Cub and Boy Scouts. The crowd's pretty sparse when it's time to take the flags down, however. They could use all of the help they can get.

Meet at the visitor center at 7:30, and the flags will begin coming down by 8:00.

 
Michelle Malkin on the Chapman family's loss



Maria and her daddy - washing dishes

A beautiful, heart-rending post featuring a couple of videos of Steven and his daughter Maria. Keep them in your prayers.

I’ve been thinking about this tragedy all day and ask you to set aside politics again for a moment. Contemporary Christian singer/songwriter Steven Curtis Chapman’s five-year-old adopted daughter, Maria Sue, died Wednesday when her teen-age brother accidentally ran over her as he backed the family’s car out of their driveway. Chapman’s music and life have been inspired by, and centered on, faith and family. His oldest daughter, Emily, encouraged Chapman and his wife to adopt after having three of their own natural-born children; the couple adopted three beautiful girls from China. They performed missionary work in Chinese orphanages and established a charity named after their first adopted daughter, Shoahannah. At the time the accident occurred, the family “was celebrating the engagement of the oldest daughter Emily Chapman, and were just hours away from a graduation party marking Caleb Chapman’s completion of high school. Now, they are preparing to bury a child who blew out 5 candles on a birthday cake less than 10 days ago.” Maria Sue had just graduated from church preschool.
The Chapman family has been incredibly important to the growth of adoption - especially among Christian families. Shaohannah's Hope is an organization that has assisted thousands of kids in finding families by helping to defray the often extraordinary costs of adoption. It is an incredible organization.

Shaohannah's Hope has set up a memorial fund in Maria's memory. The funds will be used to further the work of Shaohannah's Hope. Please consider sending a donation their way.

Thursday, May 22, 2008
 
So this is disconcerting...


From the Storm Prediction Center:



See the little blue circle I've added? Yeah. That's us.

 
The End of Longing


We're leaving in six weeks.

Monday morning, of course, I received a call from CCAI (Chinese Children Adoption International - our agency), indicating that our final Letter of Acceptance (LOA) had arrived at their offices for our signature. This letter signifies (again) that we truly want to adopt Shan An Fei (our Will) as our son. Needless to say, we got there as quickly as we could, signed the thing, and were thrilled to find out that our travel invitation would be arriving within about 10 days from the date when we submitted our LOA. Early July. In southern China. With our boy.

We're flushed with so many emotions right now. Overwhelming joy mixes with the stress of having to get a new mountain of paperwork finished up, having to figure out how the new Chinese visa application works, having to find airline tickets, and figuring our how on earth to get all the stuff we'll need for a nearly three-week trip crammed into less than 8,000 pounds' worth of luggage.

The overall effect is somewhat akin to being kicked in the stomach by a mule - and being happy about the whole affair. The wait - already interminable - becomes excruciating at this point. We're so close now...it's almost like we can begin to feel his weight in our arms; like we can smell the top of his head, and feel his breath on our faces.

The Girl™ has begun to make final preparations for the demands of big-sisterhood. The Wife™ has neatly segregated her toys, but The Girl™ has made generous allowances for their potential use by this new kid. If he asks nicely. And doesn't play with too many of her My Little Ponies. His closet is ready. His bed is ready. His walls? Not so much. That's my gig - the painting - and I'm way behind. I've got a whole surfing motif to whip up, and very little time in which to do it. Gotta get cracking.

So, generally speaking, the house is ready for him, his sister is ready for him, the cat can't even begin to comprehend how completely unready for this kid he is, and Will's mommy and daddy were ready yesterday. Our impatience runs rampant for now, but we can see the end of our longing ahead, and the destination looks indescribably sweet.

 
Pray


Christian artist Steven Curtis Chapman and his family have suffered a truly devastating loss; one of the three daughters (5 year-old Maria) that they adopted from China was killed yesterday, when one of her brothers accidentally backed over her in the driveway of their home. The Chapmans, of course, founded Shaohannah's Hope a charity designed to make adoption possible for countless families who couldn't otherwise afford it, by providing grants to cover some of the astronomical costs involved. They have done immeasurably good work for kids, and for the Kingdom of God, and they are in deep agony at this point. Keep them in your prayers.

Monday, May 19, 2008
 
Wow.




We've just returned from CCAI (our adoption agency, Chinese Children Adoption International), where we signed a very fancy-looking letter from the Chinese Government that asked - once more - if we were sure that we do, in fact, want to adopt Shan An Fei (our Will). Needless to say, the letter was signed before the CCAI rep across the table from us could have blinked.

It's on.

Here's what we've been told: CCAI will fax our acceptance letter back to China, where the government will then recognize us as his adoptive parents. Within the next 2-4 weeks, they will then send us our official invitation to fly to China, and pick him up. At that point, CCAI's Travel Department will kick into action, and begin working on air and hotel reservations, and the construciton of an itinerary, based on the date on which we can get an appointment at the US Consulate in Guangzhou. All told, CCAI figures we're looking at a total of six weeks between now & then. So, kids, it's conceivable that our WIll - our boy - will become an American on July 4th. We just snagged a new video camera off of eBay (got a never-used Sony that's around $600 at Amazon.com for $120 - with shipping!) to replace the Samsung that we had when we adopted The Girl™ back in '03 (it broke around the New Year), and I'll take our old Nikon digital along to snap some stills, too (it's huge, and it's only 2.0 megapixels, but it works). I'm not taking my laptop (it's a work laptop, and it's HUGE), but I've heard that internet cafes, etc. are ubiquitous there, so I'm hoping to turn EJ into a running account of our trip wile I'm in China. I'll have to figure out those logistics.

Our Independence Day may be his "gotcha" day.

This has been a truly surreal day, all told. I fought (and lost to) some kind of food poisoning over the weekend (that was fun. Especially given that I had to perform in a drama for two services yesterday...), and I've felt a little "off" since Saturday night. The Wife™, however, had a feeling about today. She had a sense following her time of prayer this AM that we'd hear something today. I felt no such thing.

My sister felt prompted to pray for us about this whole China thing, as well. Specifically, she felt the need to pray for us today, and to check in with us. All of this was happening before we heard anything, mind you. Now, however, we've heard. The scramble for last-second stuff goes into high gear. Along those lines, longtime friend wRtErsbLock has reminded me that tossing a tipjar out there might not be a bad idea. I'm hesitant, because I don't want anyone to feel obligated, and I've tried to keep this blog relatively free of "woe is us!" statements about adoption financing, but the fact remains: it's insanely expensive, and we're not wealthy.

Still, God provides, and has shown His faithfulness a thousand times thus far. I'm honestly not worried. One way or another, we'll get there. If you truly are led to give, however, here's the tipjar:











Click here to donate

 
Things are moving, kids...


So, after missing the Letter of Acceptance call, I just got an email, indicating that we'll be able to download Travel Packet II from the CCAI site tonight. This is the "last stop", so to speak. Our official travel invitation should be along VERY shortly thereafter. I can't believe it...we might actually be heading to China in a matter of just a few weeks.

Head's spinning.

 
Thanks to Xiao Ling...


We had our first Mandarin lesson this past Saturday. There, I learned two of the coolest things I ever hope to sound ridiculous in saying (soon):

我是你的爸爸 - Wo Shi Ni De BaBa - "I am your Daddy".

and

我爱你 - Wo Ai Ni - "I love you".

 
Just missed a call from the adoption agency...


They've just received our Letter of Acceptance from the Chinese Center for Adoption Affairs. What does this mean, timeline-wise? Dunno. Trying like mad to find out. Kinda buzzing right now...

Friday, May 16, 2008
 
Demotivator of the day



 
Chinese Earthquake Relief - For Orphanages



Photo courtesy the AP

Though each bit of news from the earthquake zone in China breaks our hearts, we are greatly relieved that neither our son, nor any of the other children waiting for families in his orphanage has suffered any injury as a result of this horrific event.

Many other kids - those in central China - have not been so fortunate. Numerous orphanages and schools in Sichuan Province and in other adjacent provinces suffered catastrophic damage, and the toll of the dead and injured continues to climb.

These children are in desperate need of the basic necessities of life: food, shelter, water, clothing, medecine, etc. Their lives hang on a slender thread of aid, in many cases. Chinese Children Adoption International - the agency through which we're working to bring home our little boy, and the largest such organization in the country - has set up a new fund in order to utilize their vast network of contacts in the Chinese government, religious and charitable organizations, and other aid groups in order to directly assist orphanages.

You can donate directly to CCAI's Earthquake Relief Fund by clicking here. 100% of your (tax deductible) donation will go to help orphans in China.

Thursday, May 15, 2008
 
Cold Water


Like cold water to a weary soul is good news from a distant land. - Proverbs 25:25 (NIV)

We've been clinging to this particular Bible verse for quite some time now. We watch the news...our eyes darting about, trying to make sure there's no word about tectonic action in southern China. I try and avoid as much of the info as I can - whether in print or paper form - but so help me, I still manage to find each and every story about virus outbreaks, plagues of locusts, or political turmoil in and around Hong Kong, and thus, that now-familiar ache twists its way into my gut, and I'm left - once more - helpless.

It's not a great feeling for a husband and father. I'm a big guy. Though I'm a heck of a lot softer than I was at one time, I could still probably bench press my own weight. I've taken some pretty hardcore martial arts through the years (Kyokushin karate), and certainly would fancy myself a reasonably able protector of those I love.

None of this matters even a little bit right now.

I am singularly, wholly incapable of watching over my son. No matter how I much every fiber of my being cries out to scoop him up, cradle him in my arms, and bask in the warmth of a family where all four of its members are right where they should be (together), I sit...watching the news, and forever tightening my tenuous grip on the peace that flows from the certainty that God Himself made this boy for my family. I rest on the faith that the Creator of the universe itself wove together this little guy's personality, touched his eyes with the mischief that we see in the photos we've memorized, and appointed him to travel far from his homeland, to grow up in a family where he will be both utterly unique, and simply one of us.

I rest, until once more, the certainty that he is now thousands of miles away from my reach slaps the peace from my mind. I am, once more, desperate. In the midst of my day, my thoughts are continually rent apart with a call in my soul to pray for this boy...to petition God, and ask Him to bring us our Shan An Fei...our Will, and to do so quickly.

It is then - in those moments of fevered prayer - that I am once more reminded. Another verse speaks softly and insistently into my fear, and once more, I can rest. I'm not patient; not yet, anyway. The Wife™ and I still lie awake and wonder...but for a time, at least, I can rest. Because I pray for this child. And my God is big enough to embrace the both of us - my boy and I - no matter how many miles lie between us.

I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. - 1 Samuel 1:27 (NIV)

Let it happen soon.

 
Please, no air guitar at the table


I'm a man of somewhat eclectic musical tastes. I'm perfectly happy to pop a little Boccherini into the CD player, and then follow that up with some Chris Isaak, Jack Johnson, Harry Connick, Jr., Future of Forestry (never heard of 'em? They're nifty.), or Mark Knopfler. Similarly, I might listen to some hymns sung in heavenly fashion by Alison Krauss, move to Suo Gan, from the John Williams-penned soundtrack to Steven Spielberg's 1987 epic Empire of the Sun, follow that up with some kodo music from the Yoshida Brothers, shift over to something from Mute Math or Coldplay, and then finish the session off with some Slade or Queen.

Here - in the land of thunderous guitars - is where things get entertaining.

The Girl loves music. She's picked up on my crazy tastes, but with one critical difference; at present, she's got a thing for hair bands. Well, to be honest (and fair), not just hair bands. She's just a big fan of anything with some crunchy guitar, and a driving beat. Given that two of my guilty pleasures are AC/DC and Van Halen, she has frequent opportunities to engage in her newfound favorite vehicle for musical expression: air guitar.

Somewhere along the way, our four year-old daughter has learned the art of the air guitar - complete with a look that alternates between fierce concentration, and, well...constipation. Oh, sure, she breaks into grins and giggles when she notices that she's being watched, but she takes her invisible string-strumming seriously.

We've had to establish a new rule for mealtime, of late, given the ferocity of her dancing about and outright rawking. In short, there's no air guitar at the table. None. Zippo. Period. Doesn't matter if Angus Young's going nuts on Thunderstruck, SRV's diving into a little bit of Pipeline with Dick Dale, or Phil Keaggy's got it throttled back for his cover of Van Morrison's When Will I Ever Learn to Live in God? - no air guitar. No strumming, dancing, or overt toe-tapping.

This is a tall order for The Girl, however, as her bloodstream seems to be composed of at least 31% rhythm. This is a kid who loves to dance, loves music, and pretty much, drinks deeply from the cup of life. Still...a family has to have some sense of order amid the chaos of everyday life doesn't it? Surely, asking her to refrain from full-on Eddie Van Halenism at the table isn't too much to ask.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008
 
Major Congratualtions


To Brian and Heather Noggle, on the arrival of Noggle Offspring 2.0.

Hoping that both baby and mom are well.

 
The Chinese earthquake and us


Thanks so much for your prayers, and notes of concern, etc. It's hard to find anything good in this horrific event (the toll currently stands at more than 12,000), but for our family, of course, the bottom line is that The Boy™ is safe. He's in Guangdong Province, which is in extreme southeastern China - a good 1,000+ miles from the epicenter of the 7.9-magnitude quake that has devastated so much of Sichuan Province.

I've been in contact with our agency, and they confirm that there was no damage in Shantou - his city.

Many of the orphanges were temporarily evacuated, however, until the tremors ceased, so I'm sure it was still more than a little scary.

All just reminders that "the call" can't come soon enough.

Monday, May 12, 2008
 
Moooooses...your rent is late!


Burning Bush Ignites Apartment Fire

 
Good news from hell


Finally, Myanmar's ruling thugocracy has relented, and US aid is beginning to pour into the area.

British Conservative leader David Cameron, however, suggests that aid be dropped into stricken areas regardless of the position taken by the nation's xenophobic and repressive leadership:

"The sands of time are running out...in the end what matters is getting aid through to people and feeding them and stopping them from dying,"
This, I like.

Working - as I do - on a college campus, I see no small number of cars with the "War Is Not The Answer" bumper sticker on prominent display. I'm always tempted to print my own response: "Well...that all depends on the question being asked."

Bumper stickers don't end genocides, and no UN action being contemplated ("Dictators beware our non-binding resolutions!") can force a group of indifferent madmen to do the right thing.

Action speaks louder than outrage. If the junta changes its position yet again, drop away, I say.

 
And now - a massive earthquake


The AP reports that more than 8,000 people are dead after a 7.8 magnitude earthquake in central China yesterday.

Please, please, please, let the call to come get him come soon...

Friday, May 09, 2008
 
UPDATE: China Virus Outbreak


It's still a bad situation, of course, but I've been told by CCAI (our adoption agency) that their info tells them that there haven't been any cases of Enterovirus-71 infection in their orphanages - including our son's, in Shantou.

Thanks for your continued prayers.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008
 
This is really nerve-wracking


New Disease Outbreaks in China: 15,000 Children Sick

New outbreaks in China reported Wednesday put the number of children infected with hand, foot and mouth disease above 15,000 and the death toll has risen to at least 28 across the country.

...So far, 15,799 outbreaks of the disease have been reported throughout the country this year, Xinhua said.

At least 28 children in China so far have died from the disease. Most of the deaths have been blamed on enterovirus 71, one of several viruses that cause the disease, Xinhua said. EV-71 can result in a more serious form of hand, foot and mouth that can lead to paralysis, brain swelling or death.

Although nearly all the deaths have been blamed on the virus known as EV-71, it was not immediately clear how many of the overall infections were traced to it. Xinhua said in Yunnan only nine of the 113 cases were caused by EV-71.

The hardest-hit areas include the provinces of Anhui, Guangdong, Zhejiang, and the capital Beijing. There have been smaller outbreaks in Hebei, Jiangsu, Hunan, Hubei, Shaanxi, Jiangxi and Henan provinces and in the city of Chongqing.
Our little guy is in Guangdong.

Obviously, in a nation of 1 billion+ people, 15,000 infections isn't a full-fledged crisis, and the odds that our son will be infected aren't astronomically high, but again - it makes sitting over here, helplessly, seem that much more maddening.

Please pray for our little boy, and for the rest of the kids in orphanages throughout China.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008
 
What the heck is wrong with Japan?


Actually, though I love that particular country, the list of stuff that's wrong with Japan is incredibly long, and quite frankly, really really scary.

The latest trend in this already suicide-heavy nation? Lots and lots of folks gassing themselves to death with Hydrogen Sulfide.

Courtesy Mainichi Online:

On April 29 alone, five people in separate incidents across the country took their own lives by inhaling a lethal dose of hydrogen sulfide. That brought the April total to 59 self-inflicted deaths resulting from the gas, which is easily created by mixing various detergents.

Online, hydrogen sulfide has earned a reputation for providing a quick and painless death, but those who have to deal with the aftermath say it's anything but the case.

"When hydrogen sulfide enters the bloodstream, it mixes with hemoglobin and turns the blood green. All the skin goes blotchy, and the body looks repulsive," a police insider tells Nikkan Gendai. "And, if by chance the victim survives the suicide attempt, inhaling the gas for even a short time ensures they're going to have massive, irreparable brain damage."

Hydrogen sulfide deaths don't only affect those who choose their demise in that manner. When a 14-year-old schoolgirl in Kochi Prefecture ended her life that way in April, fumes seeped out from the bathroom where she took her own life and left another 14 people, including her mother, requiring hospitalization. In another case in Takamatsu, mass evacuations were needed.
Unfortunately, Japan's true national religion - despite the persistence of Shinto and Buddhism - is materialism, and it's left a lot of very empty people with no real coping mechanisms.

Pray for Japan.

Monday, May 05, 2008
 
We're Caucasians, after all...


Yesterday, The Wife™ and I did something we've been kicking around for awhile, now. We attended Galilee South Community Church - a Chinese church in Highlands Ranch, that will soon be moving to a campus quite near our home. We've attended Cherry Hills Community Church for eight years now, and certainly don't feel like there's anything driving us away. It's a terrific place, and we're blessed to be a part of it.

We are, however, somehow called to Galilee, and when both you and your spouse independently feel God's prompting, it's pretty wise, I would think, to move accordingly. As such, we'll likely start transitioning to full-time attendance there.

The church is led by Pastor John Kuo, who truly has a passion for multi-ethnic ministry (a matter of great importance for me for quite some time now). There are several families at the church who have adopted kids from China, and it's a great resource for those kids, as well.

In Cherry Hills, we have a megachurch with an weekly attendance of over 7,000, impeccable music and arts programs, and about 83 trillion different programs designed to point people to Christ across Douglas County, Colorado - one of the most affluent places in the country. I'm constantly amazed by the reach that this church has. It truly is an impressive place. At Galilee, on the other hand, we find a body of around 180 people on any given Sunday, humbly seeking after Jesus, and quietly, consciously building a community of believers of many different colors. Well, right now, it's pretty much just the inverse of Cherry Hills, but the effort is there, and it's working.

Neither one represents "the only way" to build a community of believers. They both have their merits, and their drawbacks. Certainly, switching churches is never a matter to be taken lightly. For us, though...for right now, we feel the hand of God leading us to Galilee.

Along these lines, drop by the homepage of Dr. Yang Chen, MD - a CU Professor, and Director of Endoscopy at CU Medical Center. The doctor and his family attend Galilee, and we were fortunate enough to meet his lovely wife and youngest daughter after church yesterday. The Girl™ had latched onto their youngest during Sunday School, and they were tearing around the hall together like long-lost best buddies. Very cute.

Dr. Chen was diagnosed with lung cancer (Dr. Chen has never smoked) early in 2008, and began updating folks at his site in order to act as a witness for Christ - even in the midst of tremendous fear and suffering. His wife Alice also posts, as well. He is currently undergoing chemo, and will have surgery in June. He is responding to the treatments (most of which are somewhat experimental) well, thus far. Keep him and his family in your prayers.

Here's one of his early entries (under the "Reflections" heading):

2/16/2008
The Rocky Mountain Interventional Endoscopy 2008 course finally concluded at noon today. I went home exhausted and slept for two hours while Alice took the kids out.

After my nap, Alice and I talked to each of the kids about my cancer diagnosis. We started with our oldest Joshua (16 yrs), then our two younger children Caleb (10 yrs) and Nikki (5 yrs). Given their age gaps each one needed a different approach.

Each one of our children had committed their lived to Christ at a very young age so we were able to discuss the news of cancer in a spiritual context, and to pray with them.

We told them that we did not yet know God’s will regarding daddy’s cancer, but that we believed that God could heal me, either through medicines or miraculously. At the same time I told them that I am prepared to go if God should decide to take me home at any time.

We assured them of God’s love and total commitment to their welfare.

Each child received the news with remarkable calm and asked a few questions. Alice and I were amazed at their response and wondered if the news had sunk in. We decided to wait and see what would happen in the next few days.

Nevertheless as parents we found the experience emotionally gut wrenching. I found myself wanting to physically embrace each of my kids again and again, as though it could be my last chance to hold them in my arms.
This is very real, folks, and - as you'll see if you spend some time reading the wisdom there - this is a tremendous family.

Friday, May 02, 2008
 
If it's Friday...


Brian must be channeling Young MC.

As someone who peruses the society page of a couple of different magazines here in town, I've got a bit of a pet peeve. You have a guy that is dressed nicely, at a high class function, stone cold munchin', and standing next to an attractive woman who's a date/spouse/person whom he'd like to impress enough into one or the other, and he's got a beer bottle in his hand.
Kudos.

 
Pull pin, throw grenade


Outrage is a funny thing. It's pretty easy to dredge up, but it doesn't always make sense.

Case in point? Remember the brouhaha over Joy Douglas - the owner of a Boulder salon who faced the possibility of a fine and jail time for dying her pet poodle pink (using beet juice) in support of breast cancer awareness? Granted, we're dealing with Boulder here, but the fact of the matter is that no small number of folks were ready to draw and quarter Ms. Douglas for her act of "abuse".

Google "pet custody", and you'll be greeted with any number of commentaries and news stories explaining the recent explosion of court cases wherein divorcing spouses engage in heated custody battles for their furry "kids", spending thousands of dollars in some cases, and burning through emotional tinder in others.

We live in a world where two of Leona Helmsley's grandkids got exactly squat from her estate (estimated at $5 billion in worth)...and her Maltese got $12 million.

Meanwhile, in North Korea, the regime of Kim Jong-Il intercepts food aid as a part of his "military first" campaign, and literally hundreds of thousands of kids face the prospect of an agonizing death, willfully imposed by their own leadership, while the world watches in silence. In China, countless thousands of kids languish in orphanages - either because they're disabled, or...because they're girls. Our own State Department - continuing a rather ignominious tradition that has now stretched for decades - rivals the UN for its incompetence and its willingness to turn a blind eye to human suffering for the sake of faux "peace", and the avoidance of any boat-rocking. You doubt? Read up a bit on the ways in which the US embassies in China have acted as China's surrogates in functionally preventing North Korean refugees from finding asylum - thus allowing Chinese authorities to return them to the DPRK, and an almost certain execution (all for the crime of wanting something other than a Stalinist hell for their children).

NFL quarterback Michael Vick now resides somewhere in the vicinity of Josef Mengele in the pantheon of despicable human beings in the minds of many - because of his abject cruelty to the animals in his care. He's sitting in jail as I write, and his future remains in doubt, as he's been suspended indefinitely by the NFL. Cornerback Adam "Pacman" Jones, on the other hand, allegedly slammed the head of a (human) dancer into a stage at a Vegas strip joint, shot a (human) bouncer, and, stunningly, even bit the guy on the (human) ankle(!). He faces some criminal charges, and a civil suit, but his suspension ran 10 games.

In the year 1824, British politician William Wilberforce helped to found the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals - the first organization of its kind anywhere in the world. He recognized the importance of protecting the defenseless, and giving voice to those who can't speak for themselves. He had his priorities straight, however.

His conscience was first pricked by something of greater import, I would argue. In 1791, Wilberforce introduced the first Parliamentary Bill calling for the abolition of the British slave trade. The first bill defeated, he would repeat the process in 1792, 1793, and 1794, despite his repeated defeats. Following the demise of his Society for effecting the abolition of the slave trade in 1795, Wilberforce would press on - largely alone - in his fight to abolish the slave trade, and to force his society to recognize the monstrosity of trading human beings - made in the image of God - like so much chattel.

In 1806, he finally succeeded.

He would dedicate the remainder of his life to other causes that aroused his compassion, and his heart for the oppressed. Certainly, his compassion fell upon the animals. First, however, he recognized the absolute uniqueness of humanity, and sought its protection.

Maybe Princeton philosopher and ethicist Peter Singer is right when he says that human beings and animals should be treated in exactly the same way - in terms of rights, protections, and legal status. Maybe his views on bestiality, abortion, euthanasia and infanticide (he's cool with 'em all) are simply the first step in a bold new morality that encompasses all of the organisms of the world, providing extra protection to none, and true equality for all. Maybe.On the other hand, maybe he's a just a twisted nihilist with a hole right through the middle of him, where his soul should reside.

Obviously, there's nothing wrong with loving your pets, taking care of animals, or believing in the inherent evil of animal cruelty (and taking steps to stop it, and to punish it). I'm right there with you on each of those counts. It's not an either/or proposition, of course. We can be compassionate toward people and animals, but for some reason, we're struggling more and more with the order of things.

Currently, the ASPCA is running commercials that publicize a new program through which you can sponsor an animal in a shelter, and provide food, care, and medicine, etc. The approach is indestinguishable from that of Compassion International, World Vision, or any number of other groups who do the same things - but for kids. That's the somewhat frightening thing, here; those kids are now fighting dogs and cats for a limited pool of charitable resources...and it's a given that in many peoples' minds, it's a 50/50 proposition as to which group will get their donaitons.

When you honestly think - even for a second - that a dog in a shelter in Mumbai is more worthy of your $30 a month than the Dalit kid dying of dysentery in the street outside of that shelter? When you spend more mental and emotional energy worrying about the animals being displaced and killed by China's Three Gorges dam project than you do in trying to find a way to bring some semblance of hope to a North Korean family huddled in a safehouse in that country? You've lost me, and further convinced me that - as a culture - our perspective continues its slide off the rails.

 
Some stories need no introduction


It's moments like this when I'm exceedingly grateful not to live in Denver proper:


From The Rocky Mountain News:

Man pushes creation of panel to prepare city for space aliens

Jeff Peckman is back at it, and this time he is bringing little green men along for the ride.

The Denver man, who sponsored an offbeat ballot initiative that would have required the city to implement stress-reduction techniques, now wants to ask voters to create a commission dealing with space aliens.

"It is important because if you're driving down the highway and you saw a crash of a small spaceship and a car or a bus full of kids, you really wouldn't know what to do," Peckman said Thursday. "Do you wait for the hazardous materials experts to show up because of potential contaminants from another solar system? What do you do? People really don't know."

Peckman, 54, who is single and lives with his parents, has submitted to the city a draft of the proposed ordinance, which would require the creation of an Extraterrestrial Affairs Commission.

As required, the city is holding a "review and comment" meeting on the proposed ballot initiative with Peckman on Thursday.

"I don't know what we're going to ask him yet," said David Broadwell, an assistant city attorney.
I think the second bolded sentence pretty much sums things up.

You know, the Rocky Mountain Alliance's own Joshua Sharf is running for the Colorado State House, and is a Denver resident (and, if you live in District 6, you'd be a blithering idiot not to vote for the guy). I'd like to know his position on this matter. This, after all, must be that influx of illegal aliens we've been hearing so much about.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008
 
Spring has sprung


Walking home from work along the Highline Canal Trail yesterday afternoon.








 
Just got these today...


The wait sucks.





They were taken at his orphanage in Shantou, Guangdong Province:



Don't know for sure, but I think we've found his orphanage on Google Earth, too. The building with the circular front structure seems to match the one we see in some of his pictures, though in a city of 6 million people, it's hard to know for sure.


Monday, April 28, 2008
 
The Weekend


It's true. Everybody's working for the weekend.

Mine went as follows:

Friday evening
- Downtime with The Wife™ and The Girl™. The Girl™ is fighting strep, and on antibiotics, so she was fairly zombie-like. Rough winter for her. In January, she had pneumonia (or "meeonia", as she calls it). Now, Strep.

- Downloaded Python, and began taking baby steps toward learning something approaching some foundational concepts for programming. Why? Why not? Can't hurt, right?

- Read assigned textbooks for my final two classes. I can't describe how hard it is to make myself do schoolwork right now. Deeeeep hurting.

- Downloaded script for a little production I'm supposed to act in next month. It makes no sense. My character actually says "Mahi-mahi" at one point in the script. Love the fish - hate the line.


Saturday
- Slept in. Thanks be to the wondrous and gracious woman who somehow agreed to marry me more than ten years back.

- Got the mower up and running, and hit both yards. Neighbor is building a new fence. My fence envy knows no bounds. Curse him.

- Rented Aladdin for The Girl™, which she'd never before seen. Trying to get her caught up on the various Disney clasics, as she's a big fan of the whole "Disney Princess"-milieu. That and "Barbie Parimosa" (again - her version).

- Rented 3:10 to Yuma for The Wife™ and I. Well, really, I had been dying to see it, and missed it in the theater. Christian Bale's character is married in the film, however, and as such, there is some semblance of a relationship dynamic at-play, thereby making it a film for both of us, and providing me cover under which to select it. See? It's a chick flick. With lots of guns. And horses. And general yee-hawery. We both liked it quite a bit, as I'd hoped that we would. I'd have to consider Bale and Crowe my two favorite actors at present, and neither disappointed. The ending stretched credulity more than a little, but still...very high marks.


Sunday
- Was a heathen - didn't go to church, so as not to subject the entire four year-old class to our hacking little girl.

- Went to my folks' house, and spent much of the afternoon there. Restful.

- Walked to the park, whittled on a stick (which, as it turns out, was rotten on the inside), and was reminded of how well my Gerber Paraframe II has kept its edge. Sliced forefinger open near the first knuckle. Bled profusely.

- Pondered the possibility of getting my second round of stitches in a year, after missing out on them for the previous 30. Looked at emergency room copay on insurance card. Applied Band-Aids and super glue to laceration, instead.

- Attended a very nifty performance of Mendelssohn's oratorio Elijah at Cherry Creek Presbyterian Church. My folks sang in the choir. I am now approximately 22% more cultured than I was before, so I've got that going for me.

- Stayed up far too late pondering and answering philosophical/theological questions asked by my buddy Bil, who has generously included me in a small group of friends who take part in something of an email-based salon. Good fun. Smart people - and me.

And that, my friends, was my weekend.


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