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Dear John

Dear John Tesh,

My officemate and I listen to you at work from ten in the morning until three in the afternoon when your show is on.  That’s right, for five hours.

I give you credit for playing a variety of artists.  I can hear anyone from Phil Collins, to Carrie Underwood, to Celine Dion, to Chicago, to The Police, to Aerosmith, to Jason Mraz, to Eric Clapton, to Gavin Rossdale…However, variety is sorely lacking in the the area of songs from these artists.  Aerosmith had more hits than “Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing.”  Phil Collins had more hits than “You’ll be in my Heart.”  The Police had more hits than “I’ll be Watching You.”  Jason Mraz has more hits than “I’m Yours,” and Eric Clapton, seriously, you can’t pull a song other than “Layla” or “Tears in Heaven?”  All these songs are lovely, but five hours, five days a week of the same thirty songs?  That’s not variety John. 

And I bet you that if I listen to and obey all of the “Intelligence for Your Life” tidbits I will most likely die way before I’m 100.  Even though there are some good tips, and some decent info in what you share it is mostly commons sense stuff.  It disturbs me that some people comment on your show as if surprised to learn that if you sleep for at least eight hours a night, and get regular exercise you will have more energy and be generally healthier.  People don’t know that?  They have to learn it from your show?  Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re telling them then.  

One more thing, John.  Just because one person in one university, or one person in a foreign country somewhere did one study (usually with a very small sample population) that yielded some results  it does not produce solid enough data to pass on for people to run their lives by.   

John, you do a good job with your show. I’m incredibly thankful for the opportunity to listen to five hours of clean music, and deejaying during the week. All I’m asking for is a little more variety in song choices, and a little more effort on the research. 

Sincerely,
Leslie and fellow listeners of our “official at work station.”

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Brief Ranting

I’m so very tired and sick of the church (generally speaking of course, there are always exceptions) acting like they have everything together, or even if admittedly they do not, they say unconvincingly things like, “Well you know I’m going through something, but God is faithful,” or they smile while quoting Romans 8:28 as if they’re trying to comfort you, and not bother you with what’s burdening them.  I’ve heard it said about people in ministry that they do not have the luxury of having a bad day (meaning in front of people anyway).  When in the world did we get the idea that pretending to those we minister to is a good idea? No wonder non-Christians can’t stand us!  No wonder we seem fake to them.  We are.
 
I’m so just tired of people pretending on the outside that even though they may have some things going on they are doing fine because the Lord’s in control when inside their heart might be ripping apart because of sin, or trial, or temptation, or depression etc.  Obviously there are safe people in your life to open up to about such things, and you’re not going to tell most people what’s in your heart (that’s just using wisdom), but shouldn’t you be able to with some?  Really if the church functioned as I believe the Lord would have it, you could share with any brother or sister without fear of judgement, or receiving a trite, or contrived “answer” to your “problem.” 
Praise God for those genuine Christians who aren’t afraid of a little vulnerability.  How refreshing.

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Refreshing Water

People are thirsty for truth.  Whether or not you realize it, or admit it, we are all seeking truth; we have been built in such a way to desire it. We try and find it in politics, news, journals, research, religion, friendships, books, music, T.V., celebrities, the Internet, work, nature, science, math, psychology, philosophy, and the like. 

Who am I?
Where did I come from, and where am I going?
Who am I becoming?
What’s my purpose?
Is there more to life than what I can see, feel, taste, touch, and smell?
How do I do life?
     -What’s right and wrong, and who decides?
     -Do I marry? Who do I marry? Does it matter? How do you define marriage?
     -Why do I make the decisions I do?
     -What are my motives, and are they good or bad; can they change?
     -How do I know which job to take?
     -Is there a right and a wrong to certain things?
          *relationships
          *raising kids
          *handling the hurts of life
               -dealing with anger, violence, abuse, rejection, betrayal, neglect
          *conduct myself at home, work, school, social settings etc.
     -What is character? Who defines it? Does it matter?
     -Is science the end-all for finding and defining truth?
     -What is truth, and who defines it?  Can it change? Can it be known?
     -Is truth universal? Is it relative?
     -Why is it glorified in one culture to use suicide bombing as a means to an end, and in another culture it is a sad motive, and horrific act of murder?
     -Why is it that our stomachs turn at the thought of a child in Rwanda being raped, tortured, shot and killed, yet we rip apart unborn babies justifiably?

If truth is relative, then it’s okay for me to steal from you, but don’t you dare come into my house; it’s okay for you to lie, but I had better tell you the truth; it’s okay for me to kill off a certain group of people for my own reasons, yet you had better not declare war on my own kind; it’s okay for a child to cheat on a test in school; it’s okay for a teacher to hit the child who cheated on the test.

Do you get the point? If truth is relative, if it’s something that changes based on the individual, based on circumstances, based on group think, based on feelings, based on who’s in charge, then ANYTHING GOES! There are no rules, and the world in thrown into a chaos that it cannot recover from.

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Untitled

“Ah!” and “uffda” are the only two words currently coming to mind. I even looked up some word in attempts to verbalize my insides, but to no avail. I remain feeling, well…unverbalizable…how’s that?  I don’t like this, not one bit. I think I may speak to a dear lady at my church who always seems to know all the things you’re feeling and thinking just by passing by you in the commons. It can be a bit freaky, but wonderful all at the same time. I’m not expecting this from her, but I do desperately want her anointed, powerful prayer to wash over me. 

That’s all.

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