Love learning love life.

I must confess, I love learning.  I love learning many different things, but there are a few that I hate.  I despise. I loathe.  It should be apparent that literature is not among this list but at the precipice of disdain sits history.

I believe most teachers of history hate history nearly as much as their students.  They commence in the study of that which is long since dead and soon become full of decay.  In High School this subject is assigned to the coaching staff.  It seems in some hidden conclave of pedagogy administrators formulated the theory that coaches could teach history without doing any lasting harm.  Of course the general consensus of the population is that history is irksome and tedious.  This must have no bearing on the initial exposure to our diachronic roots.  It is most certain that history is boring and not the orators of instruction.

Of course, if you have come to the conclusion that history can be vibrant and alive given an instructor that is obsessed with the subject then you may also believe that the collective dislike of history may well be rooted in the opinions of those teaching the subjects in our schools.

What up with that?

Mega Orange Carpeted Dumb@$$

The popularity of Mega churches is astounding. It is as if Christians are corporately saying we prefer to belong in a place where we cannot reasonably be held accountable by the leadership, or we prefer to sit in our small churches and fade into oblivion. I have attended many different churches and it has become clear that most Christians are not.

They are not? What does that mean? How can someone simple not be? Of course this seems completely reasonable to Shakespeare who posed this very question in Hamlet, "To be or not to be, that is the question." I would wager that anyone capable of reading this blog is familiar on some level with that quote.

How does it apply to the church? It seems that is the real question? It also seems as though this posit has been answered a resounding "not." We will not bother loving one another. We will not bother loving our neighbor. We will not bother loving our enemy. We will not even bother loving God.

Consider that these are all commands, not suggestions, that Jesus gave. These are not legalistic humdrum from the book of Leviticus, well not only. The originator of salvation instructed these disciplines that have been cast off. How odd that the church would take fine gold to the dung heap and exchange it for the contents of the pile.

There are intense battles over legalism, politics, theology, and the color of the carpet raging across this land but little or no concern for these simple conventions set forth by the Master. Why bother with love when Brother Dingus wants orange carpet like they had when he got saved? This God fella needs to get His priorities straight. Who cares about people going to hell when Sister Dumb@$$ (Pronounced Dumb @$$ not Dumas like you might think) was seen going into the pastor's office?

What up with that?

Sticking Grammarz and starving athletes.

An expression of exploration. That is the purpose and nature of this blog. So many things in life that annoy and yet not enough time to complain.

For example, here I type and the "k" key sticks. I have to hit it multiple times but no amount of cleaning seems to do the trick. What up with that? Of course this is only a minor grievance compared to the medley of insanity that lays outside my sanctum.

Who on these interwebs has a grasp of grammar? It seems that proper English is an endangered species. Spelling is a skill first taught in grade school and the world around teachers much be shocked to see randomz added when everz Iz feelz likez itz. Again a minuscule disturbance to the peace within.

No the great question I have been pondering today is why we pay billions to athletes while children in the world are starving. Forget the world, there are hungery children within shouting distance of the stadiums that people go to watch millionaire players do their thing.

What up with that?