Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Dear sin, you are hideous


I was struck while reading Perelandra (Book 2 in C.S. Lewis' Space Trilogy) at the ugliness of sin and convicted by my lack of deep hatred for it. In the book the main character, Dr. Ransom, has been taken to a planet that is just being created. This new planet has an equivalent Adam and Eve and sin has not yet infected this new creation. Everything is new, pure, beautiful, peaceful, perfect, and full of life. Ransom spends a few days on this planet, basking in the beauty of God's unspoiled work, until evil is introduced. When Ransom stumbles across the first effects of this evil he is stunned by something that we would not think twice about here on sin-stained earth. But this decay in a world of pure life brought out the reality of the stark contrast between death and life. Here is how Lewis communicates it.

At first he (Dr. Ransom) thought it was a creature of more fantastic shape than he had yet seen on Perelandra. Its shape and was not only fantastic but hideous. Then he dropped on one knee to examine it. Finally he touched it, with reluctance. A moment later he drew back his hands like a man who had touched a snake.
It was a damaged animal. It was, or had been, one of the brightly coloured frogs. But some accident had happened to it. The whole back had been ripped open in a sort of V-shaped gash, the point of the V being a little behind the head. Something had torn a widening wound backward -- as we do in opening an envelope -- along the trunk and pulled it out so far behind the animal that the hoppers or hind legs had been almost torn off with it. They were so damaged that the frog could not leap. On earth it would have been merely a nasty sight, but up to this moment Ransom had as yet seen nothing dead or spoiled in Perelandra, and it was like a blow in the face. It was like the first spasm of well-remembered pain warning a man who had thought he was cured that his family have deceived him and he is dying after all. It was like the first lie from the mouth of a friend on whose truth one was willing to stake a thousand pounds. It was irrevocable. The milk-warm wind blowing over the golden sea, the blues and silvers and greens of the floating garden, the sky itself -- all these had become, in one instant, merely the illuminated margin of a book whose text was the struggling little horror at his feet, and he himself, in that same instant, had passed into a state of emotion which he could neither control nor understand. He told himself that a creature of that kind probably had very little sensation. But it did not much mend matters. It was not merely pity for pain that had suddenly changed the rhythm of his heart-beats. The thing was an intolerable obscenity which afficted him with shame. It would have been better, or so he thought at that moment, for the whole universe never to have existed than for this one thing to have happened. (108-109)


I want to have this kind of repulsion to sin and its effects. I want to see the ugliness of Satan as exposed in the piercing and truthful rays of God's glory. I want to curse the father of lies and be sickened at the horribleness of sin every time I drive by roadkill or am selfish or watch a dear friend die of cancer or see a people group systematically oppressed. I want to praise God that even His sin perverted-creation can still have a shadow of beauty that goes beyond any synthetic imitation we could make. I want to see and feel sin and its effects from God's perspective, not my own desensitized, complacent position. And I can because Christ, through His being twisted, tortured, torn and terminated has faced sin and it's rotten Father and defeated them for and throughout eternity.

12 Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin, and in this way death came to all men, because all sinned— 13 for before the law was given, sin was in the world. But sin is not taken into account when there is no law. 14 Nevertheless, death reigned from the time of Adam to the time of Moses, even over those who did not sin by breaking a command, as did Adam, who was a pattern of the one to come.
15 But the gift is not like the trespass. For if the many died by the trespass of the one man, how much more did God’s grace and the gift that came by the grace of the one man, Jesus Christ, overflow to the many! 16 Again, the gift of God is not like the result of the one man’s sin: The judgment followed one sin and brought condemnation, but the gift followed many trespasses and brought justification. 17 For if, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God’s abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ.
18 Consequently, just as the result of one trespass was condemnation for all men, so also the result of one act of righteousness was justification that brings life for all men. 19 For just as through the disobedience of the one man the many were made sinners, so also through the obedience of the one man the many will be made righteous. (Ro 5:12-19)

But now he has appeared once for all at the end of the ages to do away with sin by the sacrifice of himself.
(Heb 9:26)


by His grace
for His glory
jrf

Monday, February 04, 2008

Snow Day!

This last Saturday we took the SAY Yes (our church's afterschool program) families up to Mount Pinos for a snow day. It was great to see the kids get out of the city and experience God's beautiful creation. For some it was their first time seeing snow! It was also great getting to make new memories with some of the families and staff. The day also gave me the opportunity to practice my snow photography with my new camera so enjoy!








Friday, September 07, 2007

Yellowstone to Rapid City (Road Trip part 6)

The next morning we packed up our tent and headed east out of the park.




We ended up in Cody, Wyoming, a town founded by Buffalo Bill. We had lunch in the original saloon, and I made the experience complete with a nice cold sarsaparilla.

After browsing around town for a bit we hit the road for the long drive across Wyoming and into South Dakota.






We hit one of my favorite sites, Devil's Tower, right as the sun was setting. Our first glimpse of the monument came as we simultaneously crested a hill while reaching the climax of the overture to "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" (which was filmed there). Way cool.




The National monument had officially closed when we got there, but no one was in the booth and the gate was open so we went in and had the place to ourselves.




After we left the park, and got lost in a town called Hulet (I say it is pronounced Hull-it, Sarah insists its Hue-let), we drove east the rest of the night until we pulled into Rapid City just in time for my eyes to stop working.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Cedar City to Salt Lake City (Road trip part II)



The man with the assault rifle (see previous post) was noneother than my longtime partner in crime, Bradley Russel Swenson. Brad and I met in college and since then have been on many different adventures together around the globe. Last year Brad lived in the Nehemiah House with me and worked with me in the youth group. At the end of last summer he moved out to Utah with his family (his parents and sister and two brothers with their wives and kids - each brother just has one wife - just thought I would clarify) in a migration akin to the pioneer days. They set up their homestead in Cedar City and have begun to set down roots in the community. This isn't so easy when you are a perceived wacko from California in the center of the polygamist center of Utah. This area of Utah is not only heavily Mormon, but it is also a haven for off-shoot cults of Mormonism. You can't get much weirder than being from a cult that is an off-shoot of a cult. And the Swenson's have found themselves right in the middle of it. Anyways, Brad met us at his brother's house, where he was house sitting, and the gun was his brother's. Apparently his brother is really getting into the whole frontier, cowboy motif.


The next morning we met Brad's girlfriend Megan, who was visiting from Florida and was staying at Brad's other brother's house. After a delicious breakfast, we packed in the car and drove to Zion National Park. Going from Los Angeles to Vegas to Zion was like going from the dark side of the moon to the center of the sun. coming from a city of 12 million people, 20 million cars, a couple hundred half-dead trees and a globzillion particles of polluted air to the majesty and beauty God's creation in Zion National Park with it's steep red-rock cliff faces and fertile valley's was almost too much for my city - numbed senses to take. Once at the park, we went on a hike called "the Narrows." The "trail" consists of the Virgin River, which can get to chest high in some places. The river flows through a steep and narrow canyon - hence the name "Narrows". Think the Siq with water for those of you who have been to Petra. Needless to say (but I will anyways) we had a blast. Our hike was not without a few hair raising brushes with death...ok there was only really one dangerous part and it wasn't really death defying...more like anklesprain risking...but still. I realized on this hike that years of school and hours spent in front of my computer have had a very wussyfing effect on me. Gotta do something about that.
After a long day of hiking we met the Swenson clan for some savory carne asada. This was a real blessing. Their whole family getting together and investing their lives in each other and the community for the cause of Christ set off a holy glow that still warms me as I write this. Being an only child and growing up far away from extended family has given me a unique appreciation of family fellowship. When that kind of fellowship is sanctified, directed, unified and empowered by the love from and for Christ, there are few things on earth as beautiful.



The next morning we said goodbye to the Swensons and headed north to Salt Lake City by way of a little detour to Bryce Canyon National Park. Bryce Canyon is another example of the mind-blowing beauty that only my DAD can cook up. To think that this kind of beauty still exists after years of erosion and human abuse. I can't wait to get to heaven.






After Bryce Canyon, we headed for Salt Lake City. Taking Charles Kuralt's advice that, "Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel from coast to coast without seeing anything" we decided to take backroads instead of I-15. This added time to our trip but it also rewarded us with unexpected treats and rarely seen parts of Utah. A highlight of the trip was stopping at Big Rock Candy Mountain. Ever since the soundtrack to "O Brother, Where art Thou?" came out one of my favorite folk songs has been "Big Rock Candy Mountain". I have no idea whether this Big Rock Candy Mountain has anything to do with the song but that wasn't going to stop Sarah and I from dancing a little jig underneath it's sign. We also spent some time watching the swallows come and go from their mud nests underneath the eaves of the Big Rock Candy Mountain Gas Station and Souvenir Shop. As I explained to Brad the day before, Sarah is into birds...and I'm into Sarah...therefore I am into birds.
We arrived in Salt Lake City around 6pm that evening and checked into our hotel. What happened that night will have to wait until next time.
Sorry for the "and then we did this...and then we did that..." nature of this post. I don't have the time to journal and blog and I want to remember what we did so you guys get to read more detail here than you probably care too. So I understand if you just skip or skim these posts. If you have read every detail of this with unabated excitement, it probably means that your standard for literature is very low or and/or you have way too much time on your hands and you should be spending your time more wisely. So close that computer up and go tell somebody about Jesus!

Christ is all
jrf

Next Episode: Mormon stand-up comedians, a dude named Moroni and even more polygamy!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

"What is man?"



Last night I was very tired (and Sarah wasn’t) and as a result my selfishness started to show. However we went out to Pohilale State Park near the Na Pali Coast and watched the sunset and waited for the stars to come out. I won’t say it’s impossible, as I never want to underestimate or be surprised by the power of depravity, however it is extremely difficult to be self-centered when watching the sun disappear into the crystal clear waters of the Na Pali coast. It is even more difficult to presume preemince when covered by a tent of countless sparkling stars, with the nearest light pollution miles away. Stars shooting every which way, constellations nearly indiscernible due to the visibility of millions of stars usually hidden by city lights, no moon to take some of the glory away, foam from nearby breaking waves lit by starlight, and a beautiful, warm, young woman all coalesced to make me consider myself at once tremendously humbled and exceedingly blessed.

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?

Psalm 8:3-4

by His grace,
for His glory,
jrf