Good News

I just got a happy e-mail in my inbox. It said that I will receive my copy (pre-purchased) of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in my mailbox the very day that the book comes out. So guess what I'll be doing in July. If you guessed sitting outside on gorgeous summer mornings and reading a new book you guessed correctly.

This Is me Putting off Hebrew

Tonight I made a theological statement. "GOD . . . he's got his crap together!" Today in my class, "Job and the Literature of Faith and Doubt" we discussed the play Prometheus Bound by Aeschlyus. In it we discovered that Zeus is a selfish, sadistic, capricious, oppressive, vindictive, et cetera, and et cetera. After having spent the past 14 weeks discussing the book of Job it was impossible to not compare God to the gods. By comparison, God really does have his crap together. While one would not necessarily call him 'cuddly' after reading Job, we do at least get the picture that he genuinely cares for the world he made and the creatures he put in it. Unlike the eternally wise Zeus, God does not use his sovreignty over the world to dominate it, but to care for it.

A Good Poem

I and Pangur Ban, my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight
Hunting words I sit all night

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill will,
He too plies his simple skill.

‘Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love.

So in peace our tasks we ply,
Pangur Ban, may cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night,
Turning darkness into light.

Anonymous Irish copyist from a ninth-century manuscript of Reichenau

Healthcare ministry Diary Entry 1

This semester I am taking a class in healthcare ministry. In addition to class time I am required to spend two hours a week in visiting people in the hospital. I just finished my first 5 week rotation on the Cardiac Care wing and now I find myself wandering the halls of the oncology wing.

The phrase "genuine presence" or "authentic presence" has been thrown out to describe the nature of our ministry to the people in the hospital. This is a difficult concept to realize as I go from room to room, changing people and situations more often than socks. Very rarely are the same people there from time to time, and yet I am called to be God's representative to that situation. I believe that in this place of ignorance and incompetence is room enough for the Spirit of God to work in me to minister to the patients.

H

If I were a pirate . . .

My pirate name is:

Mad Harry Flint

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

Habakkuk's Prayer

I think I'm coming to know how Habakkuk the prophet felt when at the beginning of his book he said,

"How long, O LORD , must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, "Violence!" but you do not save? ³ Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds. ⁴ Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted."

This morning as I was taking my shower it hit me, "Why hasn't the current president been impeached for lying to the public about his justification for war?" We attempted to impeach a president for getting a blowjob in the oval office, but when it comes to unjustly going to war and lying to the American people to cover it up we smile, nod, and re-elect him.

When I got out of my shower I heard on NPR, the story found here of the deposed head of Hewlett Packard who got a golden parachute that surely must sound obscene to the thousands of workers fired while she was chief.

And time and html would fail me if I continued.

At this point I must stop and remember Habakukk. He cried out to God about the injustice in the world and God told him he was doing something about it. It is very easy to get caught up in all the injustices and forget that God is still God and Jesus is still Lord. We do what we can and have faith that God will act just as he promised.

H

Long Live Al Capone

Today I finally figured out why I like Al Capone. Al Capone used this day where we celebrate romantic love to introduce a few of his closest rivals to a few of his closest fish friends. Valentines day is no Holiday for ole Al, it's a workday. So here's to all you coupled people who have a holiday all to yourself. Remember the rest of us folks for whom today is just another working day. I wouldn't want you to end up in a garage on the southside of Chicago facing the wrong end of a couple of Tommy guns.

Today, here's to better living through machine guns ;-)

H

An Epiphany

This week I came to an understanding about myself. I live in a very closed off world. I walk around wearing armor that would make the most medieval of knights jealous. Normally I wouldn't consider it that much of a problem, but I'm currently participating in several ministries (hospital chaplain, assistant dorm director) that require me to relate to people. This makes the personal armor I wear a liablility. Taking it off though is a frightening thing. It means I have to deal with who I really am, and I'm not so sure I like that all that much. Well, I guess this is the first step.

Here's to better living through blogging.

H

The Return of Noah's Flood

Last night I got to experience one of the true joys of living in the dorm. For those of you who don't know, I am the assistant residence director of Smith Hall at ACU. This means that I get to live with 125 of my closest sophomore male friends. Well last night I got home from class at dinner in the lobby and went to my room. Upon entering my room I discovered that a lake had formed in the center of my room. This lake had formed when the main sewer line under my room had gotten clogged and backed up into my room and the one adjacent to it. The water was about a quarter of an inch deep the whole length of my room. I look at it as God telling me he wants me to live a simpler life and I had to move, with the help of two of my good friends, a BUNCH of stuff out of the way of the marauding water.

H

West Texas

I don't let anyone ever complain to me that West Texas is ugly. I've heard a bunch in my time here in Abilene. There aren't many trees, or there's just nothing here on the south tip of the Great Plains to look at. Tonight a buddy of mine and I went for a little drive while listening to some good music. We were able to watch the end of the sunset while driving around the north-east corner of Lake Fort Phantom Hill. The peach colored sky was reflected in the rippled surface of the lake so that the whole area was virtually exploding with color. A person would have to be dead to not see the beauty in that most serene picture.

H

A Little Bit About Me

For those of you just cruising on by I present this little bit of information not found in the enigmatic profile. My name is Harry Conner. I am a Graduate Student pursuing a Masters of Divinity from Abilene Christian University. I enjoy reading, bird watching, listening to music, and observing life. So that's kindof what you can expect from this here blog. Oh Yeah, Abilene is in West Texas and I have been here long enough to have gone seriously native. (Meaning I'm contemplating buying cowboy boots for everyday wear.) I look forward to our future interaction.

H

Here I Go Again On My Own

This is my second swing at the blogging thing. We'll see if I can't be more intentional about it this time around. To any loyal readers who are picking this up again, thank you.