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Posts in May 2004

Lazarus Raised.

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-29 00:00:00
I recently saw a movie that brought up the topic of Lazarus. The story is an old one. Once Jesus met up with some of his friends -- they were sisters -- he learned that their brother, Lazarus, had died. When Jesus learned this, he wept. Then he went and raised Lazarus from the dead. As usual, Christ's actions speak volumnes. Why did he raise Lazarus up? Who was he helping? Lazarus? Lazarus' sisters? Himself? What gets me is that being Christ, he knew that Lazarus was going to live again. Instead of explaining the immensity of his power or even wiping his friends' tears, he chose to weep and grieve with his friends. In a crucial moment, he showed incredible compassion. Perhaps, through his compassion and empathy, he was helping all of us.

Ant Wars: Part, the Second

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-28 00:00:00
My plan was simple: get rid of the ants. The only question I had was similarly simple: how do I get rid of the ants? Naturally, I did what any red-blooded American would do when faced with a conundrum such as mine; I went to Wal-Mart. It turns out that Wal-Mart had an entire aisle dedicated to solving my very problem. I bought two kinds of poison. The first is a spray that kills all kinds of bugs. This spray represents the first wave of my two wave attack plan. The second poison I bought was a set of bait traps that claim to be able to take out the whole colony. Yes, my friends, the enemy cannot be reasoned with. Consequently, this is a war of attrition. Its either my peace or theirs, and I intend to sleep soundly tonight.

Ant Wars: Part, the First

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-27 00:00:00
When I first arrived in Guatemala around five years ago, I was anxious about what life would be like. Someone told me to think of the experience as an adventure. What a romantic word, “adventure.” It has a nice ring to it. It is full of excitement and mystery. Those days are long gone, but now I find myself in a new situation that has brought me some anxiety. My father and I are living in a small, one-room apartment located one flight above an unused kennel. Eight full-grown Great Danes wander the property. There are cows and horses. We sleep on the floor on air mattresses. It is pure country. Being country, there are some unexpected “extras.” A few weeks back I was awakened by something brushing against my cheek. You can imagine my terror at discovering a large, black spider staring at me from beside my mouth. In retrospect, I suppose the experience was shocking to both the arachnid and myself; however, the spider did not live to share his feelings. I don't take great pleasure out of killing spiders, but I reacted instinctively, and the spider did not survive my slap. Rest in peace, Mr. Spider. Most recently, Dad and I are fighting off multitudes of ants. Ants, ants, ants! They are everywhere. It is an uphill battle, but I think we're making headway. The bad thing about them is that they bite – I have the wounds to prove it. Last night they decided to swarm around my bed. If my bed were not two inches off the ground, that might not have mattered much. This is the last straw. I can no longer live like this. Either the ants go, or I do. I make my final move this afternoon in what I will term the Ant Wars. Yes sir, this is adventure.

Driving With the Devil

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-26 00:00:00
One of the scariest things I can think of is another large-scale terrorist attack on the United States. Today they announced on the news that Al Qaeda has publicaly stated their plans for another attack on the US. Suddenly everyone starts screaming. All the din serves to distract, kind of like a political slight of hand. I have this sinking feeling that the nature of all the dissension is, at its heart, political. Politics, in an of itself, is harmless. Unfortunately, politics can also serve as a tool for acquiring personal power and money. Thus, those avarice-filled and power-hungry constantly vie for the right political positioning. But, one should never give the devil a ride – he will always want to drive. So where does this leave us? You must support the party/political persuasion that best coincides with your own personal beliefs. It's a question of whose screaming voice seems the sweetest? That is reality to me, and conservatism to me is, in the words of William F. Buckley, “the politics of reality.”

Two People and Love

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-24 00:00:00
I recently overheard someone say, "Just because two people are in love does not mean they should be together."

My question: Is this true?

Tattoos and Memories of Country Meadows

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-24 00:00:00
The other day in Country Meadows, I saw a gentleman outside cutting his lawn. He had taken his shirt off due to the heat and his back was toward me. On his left shoulder blade was a tattoo of the upper torso and face of a nude woman. On his right shoulder blade was a tattoo of a pair of hands, presumably God's, holding two tablets, presumably the ten commandments. My first thought was, “Wow, that is a singular disparity.” My second though was, “Only in Baytown.”

Missionaries and Marriage

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-20 00:00:00
While I was sitting next to this girl in a van on my way to do a group service project, I noticed something vitally important: this girl is very pretty. Naturally, I struck up a conversation. She quickly let me know she was engaged. “To whom are you engaged?” I asked her. She told me she is engaged to a missionary. This missionary has been gone less than a month. For some reason, they decided to marry after each had served a mission.

Why in the world would you do that to yourself? Two years is a long time to wait. So here's the thing for me. It curtails the girl and relegates her to waiting patiently for two very long years. She can't date or grow in her relationship experience with men. Meanwhile, the missionary spends a lot of his time thinking about his girl back home instead of focusing on the work. (You cannot deny this, for I has seen it time after time after time). Then he comes home only to discover that she is a different person and that he is really a different person – two years has a way of doing that. And so two years of struggle and headache has been for naught. But, lets be honest here, three percent of the girls that say they will wait actually do. So hey, do yourself a favor and don't put yourself through all of that. This way RMs can swoop in and date the girls that missionaries leave behind – which is what happens anyway. He he he.

Jessica B. all the way, baby!

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-05-19 00:00:00
Over the course of the last few weeks I've been sucked into the Reality TV craze. Normally, I would never watch a Reality TV show. Overall, I find it banal and about as far from “reality” as is possible. My particular obsession has come in the form of ABC's [The Bachelor]. In this show, twenty-five women vie for the love of one man. The man carefully selects by a processes of elimination the woman with whom he will spend his life. I find the premise itself rather silly. Nevertheless, the show has a way of –oh, how do you say it– sucking you in! The producers play with one's emotions. They always lead you up to some dramatic event and then tell you to tune in next time for a mini-climax that always proves overwhelmingly mediocre. Thus they move the story along until finally a girl is chosen and another is rejected. I hereby vow not to be sucked in again, and just for the record, I wanted Jessica B. to win from day one. :)