You are only limited by your imagination…and other such nonsense.
Yes. Nonsense.
I cannot STAND motivational sayings. They bother me. A lot. They are meant for the masses who are easily swayed into action and in dire need for a scooby snack. But at their core they are just a mass of nonsense and gibberish. Let me give you some examples:
“Positive attitudes = positive results”. Give me a pile of horse manure and a shovel. If I start at the top and dig down to the bottom, no matter how positive I am that at the bottom there will be a pony, the results will be somewhat less than positive.
“Life is not how many breaths you take, but how many moments take your breath away.” I understand the sentiment behind this. But, by definition life IS how many breaths you take. You stop breathing, you stop living.
“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.” Put down the crack pipe and step away from the keyboard. Folks, this is why drugs are bad. I am at a loss of words to describe how incredibly stupid and nonsensical this statement is.
“There is no ‘I’ in team.” Wow. Glad you can spell. There are two “I’s” in “individual”, tho, making that two times better.
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land amongst the stars.” Um…if you were aiming for the moon and missed, you’ll be floating adrift in space…until your oxygen runs out.
“To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.” Or a really fast running start.
“Limitations live only in our minds. But, if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless.” No. Limitations are often imposed by physical, natural or other laws. No matter your imagination, somethings are still not possible. One can still not break the speed of light, no matter how imaginative we may be. Einstein’s theory of relativity, expressed as E=mc^2, basically states that, as an object’s velocity moves closer to the speed of light, it acquires more mass. This, in turn, requires more energy to keep it moving. There comes a point where the energy required to keep an object accelerating towards light speed… oh hang it all. Just accept that somethings, no matter how much we imagine them to be possible, are not possible. Period. Deal with it.
“Fate is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not something to be waiting for, it is something to be achieved.” The dictionary defines fate as: that which is inevitably predetermined. Therefore, it is, in fact, a matter of chance or happenstance and not of choice.
Basically, most of these little pithy sayings are matters of mixed metaphors and pie-in-the-sky-type thinking that energizes and rouses the rabble. But, if one ponders these little “gems”, they are just plain stupid.
Yes, I realize this posting is somewhat disjointed. It’s just a pet peeve of mine. These little sayings irritate me. And I’m confronted with them daily, so I just needed to get them off my chest.
Unbeerlievable.
First off, let me note that I am new to beer drinking. Probably traces back to the time I was 4 or 5. My folks took me and my sister on a trip around the western states. While in Colorado, we stopped by the Coors brewing facilities. That smell of rotting (okay, fermenting) hops stayed with me for a very, very long time.
Fast forward to 19 and working at a pizza chain in my hometown. I’d work bar on occasion and one night decided to down a half pitcher of American-brewed pisswater. I found out a few things. I have a very low tolerance for alcohol. Certain things should not be attempted while under the influence of said alcohol. And, I still thought beer tasted pretty rank.
Fast forward another twenty years. Yes, twenty. I’m pushing forty. We’re having a family get together and my brother-in-law has ordered a Widmere Hefeweizen. I tried a taste. WOW! What is this stuff? It actually is consumable. Real good stuff. The wife likes it, too.
We decide to pick some up the next time we go shopping. We enjoyed the six pack we got, so we decide we’d pick up a big case the next time we’re at Costco. Except, Costco does not sell the widmere. They do, however, have some Weinhards. We pick up a case. Note: Not all hefes are the same. HW was rather bitter. Too much bite. Did not like.
I noted my findings to some coworkers. They suggested I try a Blue Moon. Not a true hefeweizen, but is a Belgian wheat beer. The flavour of the Blue Moon made the Widmere taste like a Weinhards. The Blue Moon was refreshing and without a bite. And now I’m finding that I may have a taste for beer.
This all brings me to the title of this post. The wife and I are in Costco. I see that Costco has their own line of beer under the Kirkland name. After making fun of the concepts, I actually check out the case. It has 4 types: A German Lager, an Amber Ale, a Pale Ale, and a Hefeweizen. At about $18.50 for 24 bottles and Costco’s return policy, I figure I can’t really go wrong here. And I was right. At least, so far. I popped the top to the German Lager. WOW. Really liked that one. And now I’m looking forward to trying the other three kinds of beer in the case.
Scoots
‘Tis The Season ~ 2008
Good things come in small packages. Don’t believe me? Just ask any woman who’s received jewelry as a gift. A tiny velvet box who’s contents say to her: “This is just a small token to show you what you are worth to me.”
Two thousand years ago, the GREATEST gift was given by a loving God who longed to bring reconciliation to His creation. “You are worth this much to Me”.
I think that Christians get so trapped in the tape and paper and the bows and cards and baking and the bustle. We put out our little Nativity scenes; carefully placing sweet little baby Jesus as the centerpeice. And then, when our carefully wrapped packages have been ripped opened. The goodies consumed. The Hugs given. After the celebrations are over, He’s carefully placed back in the box. We’ll bring Him out again next year.
I think we forget why He came in the first place. When we sing the Christmas carols, we usually only sing their first stanza– the one describing the majesty and miracle of His birth. But…if we read the lyrics to the rest of the verses we will be reminded why he came.
He came to destroy sin. To end death. To reconcile Man to God. The joy given to the world is that, somehow, God layed aside His majesty and enrobed Himself in flesh. It reminds me of this quote by Calvin Miller:
The heaviness of glory
Demands His gentle form come slowly
For Terra is an old woman now.
And spinning slow of age,
She wobbles in her palsied orbit.
Should all His vastness come to suddenly
On this uncertain world
His splendor would destroy it.
Christ’s birth is a startling declaration of war.
“Live, Boy, til these old gates be shattered
and Eden opens again to hold the wedding
between mankind and God.
Live til every desert turns away from barren sands
and springs forth in living streams of water.
Then shall men lay down their swords
to gather holy rust.
Laughing mothers will hold their children
and be unafraid of disease.
Grow, Boy, till hate turns daggers into spoons
and feeds its enemies.
Til tyrants give their dungeon keys to preachers
and the bloodied soils
of battlefields turn into grain fields
to feed soldiers of a far better cause.
And as you grow older, Child,
the halls of death will change into healing rooms.
Clap, little hands, until when wounded
Your strong fingers strangle all the pointless
efforts of mankind that bring no hope.
Dance, little feet,
until Your injured footprints explode with
fire to burn the wounds of violence,
and every planet sings a better song!”
————
No shot was ever heard around the world.
In fact, in all of human history
Only two sounds were ever heard around the entire world…
The first:
A newborn baby’s cry, saying, “It has begun.”
The second:
A young man’s dying cry, saying, “It is finished!”
‘Tis the Season
Joy to the world….the Lord has come. For the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. God’s greatest gift sent in a tiny package. Worthy of our worship and awe. Let us not forget this. Let us not get so caught in the hustle and bustle of exchanging gifts that we forget God’s great gift.
Scott DeWolf
Lake City, ID
December 2008