I believe in God.

However, I am aware that it is mathematically (scientifically, et. al.) impossible to prove the existence of God. I am also aware that it is equally impossible to prove the non-existence of God.

It comes down to faith. But it also comes down to desire. I want to believe in God, therefore I view the common evidence* and see in it road-markers pointing to God.

I’ve been doing some study for the past couple years about the “Emergent” church and the one thing I can say for certain is that I’m not sure whether to capitalize the “E” or not.

If you’re not familiar with the emergent movement (gosh, that term just about BEGS for a snide comment, doesn’t it?) it’s an out-growth—or, in medical terms, just a growth—of post-modernism. You could sum it up with the phrase, “Question everything.”

Back when I was even less of a mechanic or carpenter than I am now (which is hard to believe, for those who know me) I once needed to pound something in and I didn’t have a good whacking hammer handy, so I grabbed the nearest thing. It’s really hard to pound in a nail (or whatever it was—I don’t remember now) with an adjustable crescent wrench, but it CAN be done.

This morning I have seen at least three stories about how Americans caught in the current economic crunch are being forced to sell family heirlooms to make ends meet. I feel sorry for those people and I know what hard economic times are about. But one thought keeps occurring to me as a result of this study: we Americans have a LOT of junk!

The stuff (junk) people in the stories are getting rid of is stuff that—were I in their particular shoes—I’m sure I’d hate to get rid of. Grampa’s favorite lamp. Mom’s table. The eight-year-old’s baby clothes.

In the following blog I am going to explain all conspiracy theories and, if lucky, offend and alienate far more people than usual. Thankfully, I don't have to worry about offending anyone who thinks, just the conspiracy theorists. OK, here goes:

I just read the most wonderful article (http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,23583376-7583,00.html) about how global warming is not only over but that we may be heading into an ice age that could destroy civilization by 2027. The only way we can stop it is (I'm not kidding) bulldoze enormous piles of dirt or (and I really want to be a part of this) nuke the artic--thereby releasing enormous quanitites of methane which would warm up the earth to the point to off-set the fact that ...

Tomorrow is Earth Day (April 22). I don’t know about you, but I think I’ll celebrate by drinking something out of a Styrofoam cup while driving my SUV around town with the A/C going full blast—maybe while the windows are rolled down.

I used to be into ecology. This was back when it meant taking care of what we’ve got, planet-wise. Being an ecologist meant not littering, picking up the litter of others, soil and water conservation, planting a tree (or two) whenever you cut one down, and maybe even trying to cut down on smog.

I have a MySpace account. It's a long and probably boring story as to why (I'll tell it sometime!) but I went through with it in the hopes that maybe, someday, someone from out of my past—good ol' Cooper High School, Abilene, TX—might stumble across it and drop me a line. So far, the only person who has dropped me a line definitely wasn't in my high school class.

From time to time, the world—and by that, I mean the loose conglomeration of humans who populate this planet—seems incredibly stupid, or, at best, incredibly dense.

Over the last couple weeks, the news media is acting surprised by the news that China is a despotic regime with no regard for human life, religious freedoms, political freedoms, or anything other than it’s own power (in the hands of a few) and self-aggrandizement.

You may have seen the story on the news recently about the “man” who is having a baby. This morning (April 3, 2008) both major news shows (we don’t get NBC here) were covering it.

Why, I’m not sure.

See, it came out in the news story that the “dude” having the baby is actually a chick. He/she/it had surgery to be made to look like a man, but she left her female parts inside. That’s how she’s having a baby. Call me old fashioned, but I say a person who was born as a female and has her female parts kept in working order is a female.