How bad does a person have to be before I decide that even God could not love them?
In your mind, line up Saddam Hussein, Adolf Hitler, Osama Bin Laden, and throw in some anonymous child molesters, rapists, serial killers, and parents who torture their own children. Don’t forget the woman who sold her baby for her next hit of crack. And let's include the two guys who abducted and raped a teen girl, then chopped off her hands with an axe and left her to die. Imagine they have never expressed a single regret for what they have done. In some cases, the crimes that horrify us may be their proudest achievements.
As they step up to be judged, it seems simple to most of us: a bullet, a deadly syringe or prison for life are clearly merited. Some may struggle a bit more with what punishment is appropriate. Sadly, such judgments must be made in this world. We agree on certain activities as being criminal behavior. And we agree that it is appropriate to punish criminals, although we may disagree on what that punishment should be.
Here is what hits me so hard that I feel as though I may vomit: God has made it clear that he wants me to love the sorts of people I have described. I am commanded by God to love my enemies, my neighbors, and those who persecute me. I am called to become more like Christ. I can despise the sin, but I am to love the sinner.
There is part of me that desperately wants to have an exception clause for people that have done things as heinous as the people I asked you to mentally line up. I am aware of that same part of me wanting to make exceptions for people who have hurt me more personally. Their crimes don’t have to be nearly as horrific as those that the line up committed. They need not be crimes at all. It can be enough if I feel I have been wronged. It can be enough that they wound the very pride that I have asked God to free me of.
There have been times when I have felt that God asks too much when he asks me to love someone. There have also been times when I felt it was impossible that God would still love me.
Those are lies. God does not ask too much of me. I ask too little of him. I must ask him, in faith, for the ability to love others. And God will always love me. God is love. God is infinite. How foolish to think that there is anything I could do that would have the power to negate his very essence.
I thank God for who he is. I thank God for calling me to be more like him. I thank God for loving me.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Euangelion
Words seem destined to take on meanings that distort what the original author meant. The word I have been thinking about lately is “gospel”. English has changed enough over the centuries that the old English phrase “god spel” which meant “good news” was turned into a single word: gospel. The original word in the Greek text of the New Testament is written euangelion in the Latin alphabet. Euangelion is the root of the words evangelize and evangelical. The gospel is the good news about Jesus. Telling others the good news is to evangelize. One who believes and shares the good news may be termed an evangelical.
Somehow, before I was a Christian, “gospel” didn’t mean good news to me at all. It meant true, as in “you can take that as gospel” when one wished to be emphatic about an assertion. Occasionally, I might hear someone argue in favor of the bible and assert “it’s the gospel”, seeming to mean that it is unequivocally true. A lot of the quotes I heard from the Bible seemed to say that we were bad enough that God would send us to hell for some pretty gruesome, eternal punishment. The only way out was to “repent” which I interpreted as “stop doing bad stuff”. I can’t remember a day in my life where I wasn’t pretty aware that I was thinking and sometimes doing some pretty bad stuff. I suppose when I was 3 or 4 years old I may have not been aware. But I don’t remember those years at all. Some of the “bad” stuff seemed pretty nice at the time and I didn’t want to quit. Other bad stuff seemed genuinely bad, but I didn’t seem to be able to stop it, no matter how hard I tried. Of course, I tried my best to rationalize that maybe it wasn’t really all that bad. I would always have been quick to say “nobody is perfect”, but it was more of a defense of my own frailties than it was a recognition of the sinfulness of all people. It was pretty much the same as saying “everybody does it”.
So the gospel seemed like pretty bad news. God was going to eternally punish me for my sins. Some of the sins didn’t seem to be sins; in fact they were some of my favorite things to think or do. Others were “imperfections” that every human on the face of the earth seemed to share to one degree or another. When people declared that the Gospel was true, it seemed to me that they were declaring that I was indeed doomed to an eternity of hideous pain.
I don’t think I ever felt certain that God did not exist. I said I was an agnostic. I was, however, very hopeful that God did not exist and that the “gospel” was indeed false.
For many years I struggled with the feeling that “witnessing” or “sharing the gospel” meant telling other people that they are sinners and that they will suffer eternal pain unless they get their thinking and actions right. Even after I put less emphasis on the actions and more on proper thinking, it still felt pretty brutal to let someone know that despite the fact that they shared that screwed up thinking with every human on earth, they needed to change or burn in hell.
Bit by bit, I see things differently now. I see the evidence of God’s grace in my own life and in the life of others. Grace may be defined as “unmerited favor”. It can’t be earned, that would make it “merited favor”. More and more I understand this as very good news! Now “witnessing” or “sharing the gospel” become more and more the actions of telling or showing people that I know we are all imperfect and the God is too good to tolerate that, but there is still some extremely good news that I have personally experienced. I have come to have faith that God loves me so much that he planned a means for setting me free from what would otherwise be the consequences of my failings.
I used the term “bit by bit” because, just when I think I have a pretty solid grip on how good the news really is, I then learn a bit more about it and about God’s love for me. And every time something painful or difficult happens in my life, I am a bit less likely to fall back to the idea that I am reaping the painful penalties for my sins. Instead I see the pain or difficulty leading me to cling more tightly to God. I need his love. I need his help. I am unashamed of the good news, because it really is good. The gospel is so good that I hope to spend the rest of my life experiencing and understanding the breadth and depth of God’s grace, mercy, and love.
I cry out, “May God have mercy on me, a sinner”. What great news it is that he does forgive me and cleanse me of those sins. Once I have passed through life on this earth, I will be made completely new! I will live forever in his presence! Meanwhile, each day I can choose to serve God’s purpose and plan for me.
It is very good news indeed!
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Earth Day
Earth Day is coming up. I suddenly realized that I had attended the very first earth day rally (in Pittsburgh) in 1970. There had been a modest attempt to get something going in 1969, but the big official day was first held in April of 1970. A U.S. Senator promoted it, lots of students and environmental types met in lots of cities. Apparently it has been celebrated every year since, although I confess I often don’t notice it at all.
I find that getting older can give me a certain amount of perspective if I take the time to reflect upon what I have seen in my life. So although I refuse to condone some of the fruit cake ideas that have been promoted under the banner of “environmentalism”, I certainly do want to confirm that it has been extremely important for us to clean up our act.
So here are a few facts from my childhood and teen years that would tend to indicate that things had gotten pretty bad before people woke up to the need to do better:
- Whooping cranes and brown pelicans were near extinction when I was a kid.
- I am told that sea otters were no longer seen off the west coast of the continental U.S.
- Lake Erie (near my home in Ohio) was declared biologically dead. It was so polluted that literally nothing could live in it except perhaps a few microorganisms that we would prefer to be free of.
- The Cuyahoga River, which flowed near my Ohio home and on into Lake Erie, actually caught fire as memorialized in the Randy Newman song “Burn On Big River”. It took many days to put the fire out. There was so much flammable toxic sludge on top of the river that pumping water from the river onto the flames could not extinguish it. As I recall, at least one bridge in Cleveland burned up as a result of the river fire.
- Alligators were nearly extinct in the swamps in Louisiana where I spend most of my childhood.
- Giant Condors were nearly extinct (I am not sure if they ever recovered).
- All the buildings on the Carnegie-Mellon U. campus (and elsewhere in Pittsburgh) were literally black with soot. At night I could see light from the blast furnaces in the valley below and the air smelled weird and left a funky metallic taste in my mouth.
These items are not the result of exhaustive research. In fact, they are simple everyday items I remember from my relatively uniformed childhood.
- Lake Erie is now a sport fishery.
- Some of the nearly extinct species rebounded.
- Alligators are now common enough to be a pest in the southern U.S.
- The air in Pittsburgh is relatively clean and most of the older buildings have been sandblasted back to their original stone or cement color.
So thirty years of pollution controls, superfund clean ups, automobile exhaust regulations, and much more have made a very positive difference. As we are willing to spend a bit of money on it, I am sure we can do much more. Yes, I want to make it a priority to feed hungry people and to spread the gospel. I would just like to make it a bit less of a priority to have a lot of the kind of crap that people like me buy and consume. I am positively swimming in a sea of possessions and I keep buying more. Paying for pollution clean up is a weird sort of thing. You don’t get cool catalogues which trick you into parting with your money to pay for nuclear waste disposal or sulfur dioxide scrubbers. You don’t see T.V. ads with scantily clad women draped all over some guy who just bought a lower emissions car. Pollution clean up is mostly done with taxes and regulations which most companies and many individuals find onerous, at least at first. And since we are a democracy, the whole regulations and taxes thing is a very, very messy, inefficient process. However, judging by the environmental status of African dictatorships or former Soviet block countries, democracy and bridled capitalism may be the best government and economic system we have to work with.
Take heart. Even on this sin cursed earth, prior to Jesus’ return, progress can be and has been made. Pray that each one of us will become just a bit wiser about how to spend our time and money.
I find that getting older can give me a certain amount of perspective if I take the time to reflect upon what I have seen in my life. So although I refuse to condone some of the fruit cake ideas that have been promoted under the banner of “environmentalism”, I certainly do want to confirm that it has been extremely important for us to clean up our act.
So here are a few facts from my childhood and teen years that would tend to indicate that things had gotten pretty bad before people woke up to the need to do better:
- Whooping cranes and brown pelicans were near extinction when I was a kid.
- I am told that sea otters were no longer seen off the west coast of the continental U.S.
- Lake Erie (near my home in Ohio) was declared biologically dead. It was so polluted that literally nothing could live in it except perhaps a few microorganisms that we would prefer to be free of.
- The Cuyahoga River, which flowed near my Ohio home and on into Lake Erie, actually caught fire as memorialized in the Randy Newman song “Burn On Big River”. It took many days to put the fire out. There was so much flammable toxic sludge on top of the river that pumping water from the river onto the flames could not extinguish it. As I recall, at least one bridge in Cleveland burned up as a result of the river fire.
- Alligators were nearly extinct in the swamps in Louisiana where I spend most of my childhood.
- Giant Condors were nearly extinct (I am not sure if they ever recovered).
- All the buildings on the Carnegie-Mellon U. campus (and elsewhere in Pittsburgh) were literally black with soot. At night I could see light from the blast furnaces in the valley below and the air smelled weird and left a funky metallic taste in my mouth.
These items are not the result of exhaustive research. In fact, they are simple everyday items I remember from my relatively uniformed childhood.
- Lake Erie is now a sport fishery.
- Some of the nearly extinct species rebounded.
- Alligators are now common enough to be a pest in the southern U.S.
- The air in Pittsburgh is relatively clean and most of the older buildings have been sandblasted back to their original stone or cement color.
So thirty years of pollution controls, superfund clean ups, automobile exhaust regulations, and much more have made a very positive difference. As we are willing to spend a bit of money on it, I am sure we can do much more. Yes, I want to make it a priority to feed hungry people and to spread the gospel. I would just like to make it a bit less of a priority to have a lot of the kind of crap that people like me buy and consume. I am positively swimming in a sea of possessions and I keep buying more. Paying for pollution clean up is a weird sort of thing. You don’t get cool catalogues which trick you into parting with your money to pay for nuclear waste disposal or sulfur dioxide scrubbers. You don’t see T.V. ads with scantily clad women draped all over some guy who just bought a lower emissions car. Pollution clean up is mostly done with taxes and regulations which most companies and many individuals find onerous, at least at first. And since we are a democracy, the whole regulations and taxes thing is a very, very messy, inefficient process. However, judging by the environmental status of African dictatorships or former Soviet block countries, democracy and bridled capitalism may be the best government and economic system we have to work with.
Take heart. Even on this sin cursed earth, prior to Jesus’ return, progress can be and has been made. Pray that each one of us will become just a bit wiser about how to spend our time and money.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Blogger’s Block
Blogger’s Block
I think I have the blog version of writer’s block. Every time I try to steer my brain towards something worth writing about, it just shuts down. This is coupled with a general down feeling and a need for a lot of rest. I had a week with three doctor’s appointments. It turns out that even if you take decent care of yourself, you still fall apart over time. Of course, when I was younger, I did not take decent care of myself. But for the past 20 plus years I have been practically squeaky clean.
O.K. It is time to turn my thoughts elsewhere. I closed my eyes and thought back to when I was a little kid (about a half a century ago, really). I had recurrent dreams where I suddenly discovered that by jumping just right I could practically fly. I could take one long floating jump for 25 or 50 feet or more. In the dream I discovered that if I moved just right I could keep floating along. At least once, while I was awake, I remembered the dream so vividly that I became convinced that if I would move just right when I jumped, I would float across the yard. I wasn’t really frustrated when I couldn’t. I was just surprised. It had seemed so real in the dream.
I wonder if there was any relationship to something I used to do a lot when I was a little kid. I would lie in bed with my eyes closed and imagine that the bed was lifting up off the floor. I could rotate it. I could even lift up through the ceiling and hover above our block. I could fly anywhere I wanted. Of course my eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see anything happening. But I could feel the change in my position. I could feel the drop below my bed floating high in the air. I tried this again not so long ago. It still works.
I think I have the blog version of writer’s block. Every time I try to steer my brain towards something worth writing about, it just shuts down. This is coupled with a general down feeling and a need for a lot of rest. I had a week with three doctor’s appointments. It turns out that even if you take decent care of yourself, you still fall apart over time. Of course, when I was younger, I did not take decent care of myself. But for the past 20 plus years I have been practically squeaky clean.
O.K. It is time to turn my thoughts elsewhere. I closed my eyes and thought back to when I was a little kid (about a half a century ago, really). I had recurrent dreams where I suddenly discovered that by jumping just right I could practically fly. I could take one long floating jump for 25 or 50 feet or more. In the dream I discovered that if I moved just right I could keep floating along. At least once, while I was awake, I remembered the dream so vividly that I became convinced that if I would move just right when I jumped, I would float across the yard. I wasn’t really frustrated when I couldn’t. I was just surprised. It had seemed so real in the dream.
I wonder if there was any relationship to something I used to do a lot when I was a little kid. I would lie in bed with my eyes closed and imagine that the bed was lifting up off the floor. I could rotate it. I could even lift up through the ceiling and hover above our block. I could fly anywhere I wanted. Of course my eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see anything happening. But I could feel the change in my position. I could feel the drop below my bed floating high in the air. I tried this again not so long ago. It still works.
Friday, March 24, 2006
The Simple Life
Living Simply versus Simply Living
Although my life is quite stable, and I leave time for relaxing and being with friends, I have recently passed through a week or so that seemed downright frantic. I am busy at work. I still have two kids at home. I am in close contact with my two daughters who live away from home. We have a big house, five cars, and church related activities. I could go on with the list for a while more, but I am sure that there are lots of people out there who would read it and wish their life was that simple.
What does it take to live a high powered life in this millennium? Last Saturday I attended a two day seminar. It was a live telecast to thousands of people. One of the speakers pastors a large church, is president of the denomination, is president of a college he founded, has written 50 books, and has written dozens or more of well known worship songs. This guy is married and has kids and grandkids. My life seems sort of poky and slow in comparison.
However, comparing can be a big trap. How smart am I? How busy am I? How good am I? All of this compared to what or who? How could I ever be a decent judge of any such things? Furthermore, of what use would such a comparison be?
I have always been attracted by the idea of living simply. Apparently this has revived as a sort of fad recently. I see that there are clubs and seminars related to simplifying ones life. I actually believe that I have taken certain measures that are consistent with such a philosophy. Live simply so that others can simply live. I think that is a bumper sticker.
But who wants to simply live? Breathing, digestion, excretion, etc., I don’t think anyone really wants things quite so simple. The second we are born (and probably before) we are in relationship with other folks. For all of eternity God has had a plan and a purpose for our lives. So we will all crank it up quite a few notches above simply living if we have the opportunity.
But what about living simply? I remember my pseudo hippie era. I was in college. All I want, I would say, is a little cabin somewhere. Some books. A stereo and records to play. Some jeans and a tie dyed shirt. A few warm clothes. Sturdy boots. Well, I would want access to medical care. Guess I would need some kind of transportation to get around. I would want to travel some and see the world. Well, movies would be nice. Guess I would need a movie theater (VCR’s and DVD’s didn’t exist back then). Decent food, wine, beer, maybe a few stiff drinks now and then. I wouldn’t want to be alone of course. So at least double everything. Wouldn’t want to give up chocolate or coffee. In fact some nice pastries and a café and a newspaper would be good. Running water. Toilet. Shampoo and soap. Glasses or contact lenses. A good sturdy axe. A way to sharpen the good sturdy axe. Some wood. A wood stove. Matches. Pencil and paper. Would want some way to keep up with the news. Some way to contact loved ones. Mail? Phone? I can’t stand it when my toes stick together. So, o.k. footpowder. Guess I’ll need a place to buy all this stuff and money to buy it with. Would need some kind of job or income. O.K. so I would have to live around a bunch of other people that I could work with and buy stuff from. Yeah but we would like all love each other and share. Well not too much sharing. Some people can really be greedy! O.K. we’ll vote on stuff. Power to the people. Except for the bad people. Guess I’ll need some weapons. Ammo. Something to clean the guns with. Oh man, guns and axes are made out of steel. Guess I would have to let someone build a steel mill. I wouldn’t want to live to close to it. I wouldn’t want to work in a stinking steel mill!! Maybe someone else has the ideal of a simple life working in a steel mill. I hope so. I have to at least have the darn axe. Whose going to dig up the iron ore? Not me!
Do you see where I wound up? There is no simple life. I can sometimes make my life simpler. For instance, I seldom watch T.V. I don’t own a boat. I have very intentionally avoided a lot of hobbies: stamp collecting, model building, fly tying, sky diving, and hundreds more. But then again, I love books. I like blogs and blogging. I lift weights. I do travel some. Good grief, I had four kids. How the heck am I supposed to make my life simpler with four kids! I have friends. The friends are often having as many problems as I am, sometimes more. Maybe I should skip some of the friends. But I don’t have all that many friends. Well just a few close friends. I do want to be nice to other folks. Well, actually, I am pretty sure I am supposed to love them. I can’t love everybody, though. Think of the time and complexity involved in really caring about a lot of other people. Everybody I have time for line up to the right. The rest of you, sorry, but I am trying to simplify my life. No love for you.
I need to lay down. Good thing I have a bed. And clean sheets. I love clean sheets. Nice pillows. Down comforter. Some candles. Oh man, I’m almost out of candles.
This is getting complicated. Gotta go. Bye.
Although my life is quite stable, and I leave time for relaxing and being with friends, I have recently passed through a week or so that seemed downright frantic. I am busy at work. I still have two kids at home. I am in close contact with my two daughters who live away from home. We have a big house, five cars, and church related activities. I could go on with the list for a while more, but I am sure that there are lots of people out there who would read it and wish their life was that simple.
What does it take to live a high powered life in this millennium? Last Saturday I attended a two day seminar. It was a live telecast to thousands of people. One of the speakers pastors a large church, is president of the denomination, is president of a college he founded, has written 50 books, and has written dozens or more of well known worship songs. This guy is married and has kids and grandkids. My life seems sort of poky and slow in comparison.
However, comparing can be a big trap. How smart am I? How busy am I? How good am I? All of this compared to what or who? How could I ever be a decent judge of any such things? Furthermore, of what use would such a comparison be?
I have always been attracted by the idea of living simply. Apparently this has revived as a sort of fad recently. I see that there are clubs and seminars related to simplifying ones life. I actually believe that I have taken certain measures that are consistent with such a philosophy. Live simply so that others can simply live. I think that is a bumper sticker.
But who wants to simply live? Breathing, digestion, excretion, etc., I don’t think anyone really wants things quite so simple. The second we are born (and probably before) we are in relationship with other folks. For all of eternity God has had a plan and a purpose for our lives. So we will all crank it up quite a few notches above simply living if we have the opportunity.
But what about living simply? I remember my pseudo hippie era. I was in college. All I want, I would say, is a little cabin somewhere. Some books. A stereo and records to play. Some jeans and a tie dyed shirt. A few warm clothes. Sturdy boots. Well, I would want access to medical care. Guess I would need some kind of transportation to get around. I would want to travel some and see the world. Well, movies would be nice. Guess I would need a movie theater (VCR’s and DVD’s didn’t exist back then). Decent food, wine, beer, maybe a few stiff drinks now and then. I wouldn’t want to be alone of course. So at least double everything. Wouldn’t want to give up chocolate or coffee. In fact some nice pastries and a café and a newspaper would be good. Running water. Toilet. Shampoo and soap. Glasses or contact lenses. A good sturdy axe. A way to sharpen the good sturdy axe. Some wood. A wood stove. Matches. Pencil and paper. Would want some way to keep up with the news. Some way to contact loved ones. Mail? Phone? I can’t stand it when my toes stick together. So, o.k. footpowder. Guess I’ll need a place to buy all this stuff and money to buy it with. Would need some kind of job or income. O.K. so I would have to live around a bunch of other people that I could work with and buy stuff from. Yeah but we would like all love each other and share. Well not too much sharing. Some people can really be greedy! O.K. we’ll vote on stuff. Power to the people. Except for the bad people. Guess I’ll need some weapons. Ammo. Something to clean the guns with. Oh man, guns and axes are made out of steel. Guess I would have to let someone build a steel mill. I wouldn’t want to live to close to it. I wouldn’t want to work in a stinking steel mill!! Maybe someone else has the ideal of a simple life working in a steel mill. I hope so. I have to at least have the darn axe. Whose going to dig up the iron ore? Not me!
Do you see where I wound up? There is no simple life. I can sometimes make my life simpler. For instance, I seldom watch T.V. I don’t own a boat. I have very intentionally avoided a lot of hobbies: stamp collecting, model building, fly tying, sky diving, and hundreds more. But then again, I love books. I like blogs and blogging. I lift weights. I do travel some. Good grief, I had four kids. How the heck am I supposed to make my life simpler with four kids! I have friends. The friends are often having as many problems as I am, sometimes more. Maybe I should skip some of the friends. But I don’t have all that many friends. Well just a few close friends. I do want to be nice to other folks. Well, actually, I am pretty sure I am supposed to love them. I can’t love everybody, though. Think of the time and complexity involved in really caring about a lot of other people. Everybody I have time for line up to the right. The rest of you, sorry, but I am trying to simplify my life. No love for you.
I need to lay down. Good thing I have a bed. And clean sheets. I love clean sheets. Nice pillows. Down comforter. Some candles. Oh man, I’m almost out of candles.
This is getting complicated. Gotta go. Bye.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Transparent
Words can suddenly take on a cart load of new meaning. Transparent is one of those words. I remember calling things like glass transparent. Then one year, transparent was a property that I was supposed to have if I were to excel at being a nice guy. This seemed odd to me because, most of my life, if someone said they could see right through me, it was not a compliment. My handy on-line dictionary says that transparent can also mean free from pretense or deceit. If someone can see right through me and finds pretense and deceit, then it is a bad thing. If they can see that I am free of pretense and deceit, I am transparent, which is good.
This leaves me with a conundrum. I can be open and honest, but then folks will find out that I am indeed pretentious and deceitful. Or I can try to cover up that part of myself at the expense of my transparency. I could deceitfully claim to be transparent, but I am afraid that folks would see right through me.
This all begins to be pretty silly. That is generally what happens if I think too much about how others see me (or see through me). If I make an effort to be transparent, I invariably fall into pretension and deceit.
More and more I find that actually caring about someone else is the only escape. I can listen to what they have to say. I can do things for them. I can give things to them. However, somewhere along the line there comes an important part where I talk about how I am doing. If I only listen, the other person will soon tire of talking and wonder what the heck I am thinking. If I only give and never take, others would have no opportunity to show that they care about me. Love involves giving and receiving.
God is love. I want to be more like God. Jesus is the only human that is also God. So I want to be more like Jesus. I ask God to help me be like him. Am I being clear?
Friday, March 10, 2006
Small Things May Be More Important Than We Realize
Let me give you a real example. I was practicing my Spanish by writing an e-mail to a Hispanic colleague. I was attempting to let her know that my mother-in-law was doing well for a woman of 84 years (as it might be phrased in Spanish). However, my e-mail program won’t easily let me switch to a Spanish alphabet. So I was going to skip the tilde ( ~ ) that goes over the n in the Spanish word for years. But before I sent the message, I used a translation program which told me that I had written “My mother-in-law is doing well for a woman who has 84 anuses”. I decided to change the sentence.
So a tilde is the only thing keeping me from having 55 anuses instead of being 55 years old. Who would have thought that ~ could be so important?
Now what is true for tildes may be even truer for small things like letting someone know that you care about them. Come to think of it, caring about others is the one of the few things that will make it much less likely that you’re an anus!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Word Nerd Fun
I don't know if the following is factually accurate, but it sure is fascinating:
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs forwrad it.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
For Experimental Purposes Only
You May Be A Nerd If
Writing jokes is hard work! I hope I learn to do it someday.
- You have never taped your ankles, but you have taped your glasses.
- You laugh when someone says they enjoy art.
- You can walk through puddles without getting your pants wet.
- Your socks match your skin.
- Your laughing and your snorting are indistinguishable
- You laugh when someone names a body part. Any body part.
- You laugh when someone says “body”
- You write nerd jokes on the internet for fun
- You read nerd jokes on the internet wishing they were funny
- You don’t have much cash, but you have a lot of cache
- You make a pun using the words memory and mammary
Writing jokes is hard work! I hope I learn to do it someday.
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