Miraculous Conception

I have a new niece with me in the world: Katherine “Katya” Elizabeth Martin. My sister-in-law Christine gave birth yesterday, and my brother’s family just got a little bit bigger.

Ever since I was old enough to understand, I have thought it strange that people tend to refer to children only as separate entities once they have been born. You don’t “become” a father, or mother, or uncle, or grandmother, or whatever until the baby is born. As I understand human biology, the unborn baby is completely dependent upon its mother, but is also a completely separate individual, according to one example, it is even possible for a baby and a mother to have different blood types. The baby is certainly by all accounts alive, and although the debate rages about when actual life begins in the womb, it is common thought that the baby will be its own person after birth.

But why? if they are separate biological entities, if they will be individuals, why can they not be understood to be alive and among us while remaining unborn? The question of dependence does not, to me, make much sense, as a newborn is hardly any less dependent upon its mother than a few weeks prior. Indeed, most new people are completely helpless until 3 to 4 years of age, perhaps at the very earliest. So why do we not speak of them as people until they are born? I have yet to figure that out.

I, for one, refer to unborn babies as the people they are, and continue to be after birth, from the moment I know the mother is pregnant. I “became” an uncle the moment my brother and his wife conceived their new daughter. Katya was as much a niece to me then as she now, all wrinkly and beautiful as a newborn.

If I can get my wife to agree, my children will always have two “birthdays” a year: the date we can most accurately identify as conception date, and their birthday, to impress upon them the personhood of the unborn baby.

Why should someone be less than a person merely due to their physical constraints and situation and for no other reason?

Tears of the World Shakers

They walked the world. Most times, as you passed them on those long, hot dusty roads, you wouldn’t think anything of them. Another old man, leaning on a staff, clothed a bit shabbily, but then, what do you expect? Israel is in another recession. Judah is having financial troubles. And sure…the barbaric Assyrians are breathing down from the north…the Babylonians from the east…the Egyptians from the south. They can smell it…the stink of corruption in the monarchy, and the scent of weakness. But then, that’s the way it has been most of your life…and really, things aren’t that bad. Your dad’s flocks and herds are a bit lean, but you still have enough cow to go around. The crops haven’t done as well the past couple seasons, but it’s just one of those times. All these thoughts bounce around your brain, and by the time the dust has settled behind you…you have mostly forgotten the bearded man who walked by with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But then, the next day, your friends are talking…the town is a buzz. Did you hear what happened yesterday?? Did you catch what went down in the palace court? A friend’s friend’s father is a guard and he overheard…the prophet, ish ha-elohim: the man of God. Apparently he stalked into the court in the middle of some meeting and berated the king. After that, the crazy guy started yelling into the streets, tears streaming down his face. Something about a prostitute and the wrath of God. It doesn’t make much sense…the story, coming as it does in bits and pieces, but it burns in your mind…”Elohim has spoken!” It damages your calm…your casual nonchalance has fled and suddenly the world shrinks in around you. The twisted branches of the fig trees you pass seem menacing. The bull behind the fence glares with fiendish gleam. The crow caws ominously. The sky seems to grow dark…even at midday.

The prophets…the seers: they spoke for God, they saw crazy visions and dreamed impossible dreams. They cried in the towns, they wailed in the desolate regions; they shouted, they cursed, they called down doom from heaven.

Daily routine was interrupted…the ordinary became disjointed…comfort was annihilated.

They were mocked, beaten (finally the authorities stepped in to do something), imprisoned, or simply run off. But still, cousins talked and wanderers told tales. Their messages became splinters in the mind, itches beneath the skin, burnings in the ears.

Messages heralded the signs of the times: the oracles of God shattered the status quo; the tears of the world shakers shredded the peace…

Lately, that is to say, the last week and today, I have begun a study of Hebrew prophetic literature. It is something that has long fascinated me, and my recent learning of the ancient Hebrew language has rekindled a desire to delve into the Bible once more to unearth these strange treasures: the oracles of the prophets. It certainly isn’t easy reading, but then, it was never meant to be. The prophet’s soul task was to create chaos in the current world system, so that God could reintroduce His order and display His sovereignty.

In my life, just over two weeks into my time in Lithuania, through the teachings of professors and simply life experience, I am becoming uncomfortable. I am not at ease with how little I know about the world, about the Bible, and how small my faith is. Some things the profs teach enrage me, and I don’t quite know why…but I am becoming compelled to find out…to learn for myself. In their own way, they have become prophets to me, to shake me from my lethargy into active pursuit of knowledge, of faith, and of God.

I am become unsettled…by the tears of the world shakers.

It Was Horrible!! (Updated)

Hello friends

I blogged awhile ago about the online video sensation Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog. Well, the geniuses behind that sensational web-epic have released the soundtrack on iTunes, so now you can enjoy all the original and catchy tunes for only $9.99 and can support the revolutionary artisans that created Dr. Horrible.

Check it out: Dr. Horrible

Phil

UPDATE:
To my great chagrin, having reviewed my posts, I didn’t actually post here about Dr. Horrible! I will amend: Dr. Horrible is an aspiring super-villain who blogs about his infamous exploits. His alter-ego is shy Billy who has a crush on his laundry buddy, Penny. His nemesis is the smarmy Captain Hammer. And, they all SING! It is hilarious, poignant, and rollicking good fun! Written, directed, and totally done by Joss Whedon and his brothers…this revolutionary web mini-series was the brainchild of the writer’s strike and is completely independent of any major film studio…and was the number one downloaded TV show from iTunes for 5 weeks running, and the soundtrack is on its way to #1 downloaded album! (The TV show is $4 download from iTunes).

It really is worth watching.
Check it out.

the Klaipeda Kid

Hello there…

it has been awhile since I have posted, and I will try to update ya’ll on since then the happenings to me…but first, something that didn’t happen to me: my brother (Nate) got engaged! Congrats to the happy couple and many happy days ahead to them both!

Now, we (me and 34 others…1 leader, 1 co-leader, 5 interns, 27 American students) have toured Vilnius (the capitol of Lithuania), Trakai, Nida, Kretinga, and finally Klaipeda where I will be living for the next four months attending the Lithuania Christian College International University.

While in Vilnius we saw the presidential palace (where you can walk right up to the front…not something you can do to the White House), a KGB prison which was in operation right up until 1991, much of the old town and amazing architecture and many many cathedrals.

In Trakai we were able to tour a castle that had been operating the late 1500’s. Hannah and I took a walk around the outside, and just inside the courtyard, but declined to pay to see the rest of the castle, though we may try to get back when we have more time available.

Nida is on the Baltic coast, and is host to the massive Great and Parnidis sand dunes, and between them the valleys of Death and Silence. Essentially a tourist/resort town, the panorama of the Baltic Sea is stunning and the huge dunes and wide valleys were amazing. The only thing close to the dunes I have seen is near Kill Devil Hills in North Carolina. Simply amazing. We hiked to the top and looked around…breathtaking. Also of note, I took an unplanned dip in the Baltic Sea, upping my total of large bodies of water swum in to 3 (Atlantic and Pacific Oceans and Baltic Sea). I tried to see how cold the water was, but the concrete pier was slicker than it looked and as I leaned down, I slipped in. I soaked my shoes and my jeans, so I spent the next 45 mins looking for a shop to buy shoes and pants, which I did, and was able to spend the remainder of my time there dry. Also humorous, when Hannah and I sat down on the beach to eat lunch, several pigeons who were just hanging around became curious in our meal, and started to walk in circles around us…it was hilarious. I felt like a pioneer headed west being circled about by Indians.

Kretinga is a small town near Klaipeda. We visited there a Catholic mass, and afterward received a tour of the church including a tall tower overlooking the town. After that we were taken to lunch at this massive restaurant that had a great many tables, and was so big that there was a basketball court and playground in the courtyard so that you could play while waiting for your food. Very cool. This was today, and we were officially taken off of our leashes, and told that our hands would be held no more, though the study abroad staff were still available to us, and we have other trips to take together. We were challenged to write letters to ourselves that will be mailed to us at the end of the school year including our first impressions and hopes for the semester. At the end of the four months, we will write another letter looking back. A very cool idea and it will be interesting to see what we wrote and how we thought nine months from now.

I am very ready to start classes and get into the routine of the semester. My schedule is as follows: I have History of Western Civilizations from 0830-0930 MWF, Introductory Lithuanian 0945-1045 MWF, Introduction to Theology 1330-1430 MWF, Hebrew Prophets 1445-1545 MWF, Lithuanian Culture 1200-1300 F, and Linguistics which will be online. I have Tuesday and Thursday completely free of class! I can’t wait…this will be an awesome semester. I will try to keep up to date on this blog, and am working on an independent web site for pictures to accommodate those without access to Facebook.

Thanks for reading,

Phil in Klaipeda, Lithuania

Welcome to Your BUS to Vilnius

So, there we were, in the Frankfurt (Germany) airport, handing our boarding passes to the attendant, and being excited about heading finally to Lithuania. We go down the walkway, turn right, down again, and turn left to…go outside….to..a BUS??

Just when we were thinking we had REALLY gotten gypped by the travel agent, the bus took off across the tarmac and pulled up to a row of planes that did not have proper gates, and were only parked along the vast airport runway system. We filed out of the bus, and up a flight of movable stairs into our aircraft for our final flight.

Once inside, the seats were the most comfortable seats I have every had the privilege of sitting in while aboard an aircraft, and I settled in for a very luxurious flight. Above the grey skies and thick cloud banks, bright horizons and a blanket of snow white clouds beneath put my flight into the realms of serenity.

While not quite so poetic, my travels today have been very smooth and, dare I say, relaxing. We had breakfast in the Netherlands, lunch in Germany, and dinner in Lithuania. No problems with luggage, customs, airlines, or anything else for that matter. There was even no checkpoint in the Vilnius airport….no one asked for our insurance information (as we were told they would) and no one stopped us. We only paused to change dollars into litas, and to catch a taxi to our hostel.

Currently it is in the low 50s F, about 17 C, and rainy, like a fall day in the north-east United States. Hannah and I are settling in for a hopefully quiet and relaxing evening.

More to come, plus pictures…

Peace and Love

Phil

Oh the Places I Will Go

Hello everyone,

I have added photos from my stay in the Netherlands…head over to my facebook to check them out. For those of you without Fbook, I am working on getting them on my web site, but that will take longer, so please have patience.

Thanks.

Phil

A Coffee Shop Isn’t

Once upon a time, two groups of not so happy people were living in a forest. One group found some brown beans, roasted them, and boiled them, and discovered coffee, and they were no longer unhappy. The other group found some leaves, crushed and rolled them and smoked the roles, and were very happy. Both groups returned to the Netherlands and set up shops to share their happiness. Now, when you want to be very happy, stop by a Coffee Shop. When you simply want some coffee, show up at a Cafe. Lesson learned…pictures to follow.

So, I have now been in Holland for two days. The flight over was good and uneventful. My first day I just hung out with my friend Anja, who I knew from Papua New Guinea….we chilled, walked around town, and later in the evening went to a birthday party for an older gentlemen friend of hers and had a blast joking with his (adult) children about the Olympics and the upcoming semester in Lithuania.

Today, I met up with my friend Hans, and, along with two of his cousins, Hannah Anja and myself went to the small town of Utrecht. We toured the Catholic church with the tallest tower in Holland, and climbed every single one of 400-something stairs (we stopped counting) to see the view from the top, which was incredible. We could see the Amsterdam skyline on the horizon, and the whole town laid out in front of us. We also walked around an outdoor market (were I got a new hat!) and went back to Anja’s for some Chinese takeout. I since have come home with Hans so that Hannah and Anja can have some “girl” time together.

I will have pictures soon, but I am doing well and feeling fantastic in Holland.

More to come….

~Phil

A Last Hurrah

Well, everyone, the time is almost here: Study Abroad Time…my trip to Lithuania.

I am excited, nervous, scared, and impatient to be going. We, my girlfriend Hannah and I, will be driving to Washington/Dullus and will be flying at approximately 1717 tomorrow evening and arriving in Amsterdam around 0700 Friday morning. We will hang out with some Dutch friends for a few days before flying to Vilnius, Lithuania by way of Frankfurt, Germany. After which we have a week trip around Lithuania before settling in at Lithuania Christian College International University for a semester of study.

We will be meeting up with about 20 students from various colleges and universities from around the U.S. who will be studying with us. We have already been in contact with several other students, who, like us, will be arriving in Vilnius the evening before we were supposed to arrive, and we will be getting dinner together and getting to know each other. Fun stuff.

So, on for today: getting things finalized at the college, doing last-minute laundry, packing, and trying not to panic.

More news as event warrant, and possible updates from the aiport(s) if there is free wireless to be connected to.

Oh yeah, please…if you have my cell number, DO NOT CALL ME as it will cost $3.49 PER MINUTE if you do. (that is, do not call me after 5pm tomorrow evening). Thank You for your assistance.

Well, that is all for now,

Peace.

In the Air(Port)

Hello, friends,

It’s been awhile since I have written, so since I have time here in Harrisburg International (??) Airport, I think I will update.

Let me begin by saying that the “Hour and a half before domestic flights” really does not apply to small airports. I suppose I should have known this, but I got here and went through security and they x-rayed my bag twice (hopefully it didn’t cook the hard drives I have in there) and I still have 2 hours to wait. Oh well. At least they have free wireless flooding the terminal. This place reminds me of Goroka airport, except that it has 11 more gates (for a whopping total of: 12 whoot) and it’s more clean, and paranoid about security. After all, it was in Goroka airport that I held my first M16. Anyway, I for one am thankful for the paranoia…maybe it will save some lives somewhere down the road, you never know.

My summer stands almost over. I have spent it in quiet reflection, pondering, translating Ruth from Hebrew into English, and other sundry projects. Oh yeah, and plenty of relaxation. This summer’s unexpected fun: Joss Whedon’s Dr. Horrible. Check him out.

Coming up: A trip to Virginia for 8 days (that would be why I am in the airport).
Insane packing and stuff.
A semester study abroad in Lithuania.

So, while in Virginia I hope to see the ocean which I haven’t seen in several years. It may not seem like a big deal, but I grew up pretty close to the ocean (about 5-15 minutes drive) and we would visit often to watch the sunset and throw a frisbee around, and it is something I really miss. I swear when I arrive in Norfolk I can smell the ocean, and it smells like home. Nowhere else really smells like home. I will also see my brother, that will be cool, too. Hopefully we will get some quality time to hang and just kick it. We also should get over to see the rage: Batman: Dark Knight, and then hopefully Mummy 3 with Jet Li as the new kung-fu mummy. I will also get to see my Aunt Jane and stay with her for several days; that is always fun and crazy.

Then I come back here to little Grantham to finish packing, move some more junk into storage (I cannot believe how much stuff a person can accumulate) and finalize packing before I head to Lithuania for my study abroad. More on that later.

On another note, this terminal has a very nice selection of music on its in house radio. It’s nice to be able to say that, actually…sometimes it is hard to block that stuff out if it is some annoying pop.

So my next stop, will be Philly, where I have been a few times before, and another hour wait before the hop to VA. In all, this looks to be a really easy and relaxed few hours of travel. See you on the flip side.

Peace.

Here At Last

Hello readers,

Perhaps you remember a little while ago I promised to post online my latest video editing project from Pirates of the Caribbean. Well, the wait is over:

enjoy!