Archives for July 7, 2018
A spelunker is one who makes a hobby out of exploring and studying caves. Exploring caves is an enticing adventure. We are not spelunkers but we have visited caves with stalagmites and stalactites, huge caverns and side passages, underground lakes and marvelous formations. We’ve experienced the utter blackness of lights out. It can be exciting but only if you are sure of the way out. Recent news coverage of a coach and 12 teens from a soccer team lost in a cave system in Thailand illustrates that. What a frightening experience it must have been to be trapped in a place like that. Black darkness, hunger, thirst, despair, thoughts of impending death and who knows what else, must have been terrifying. What a huge relief to know that they were found even though rescue is still a very difficult task.
Consider the world’s largest cave system. Early guide Stephen Bishop called these caves a “grand, gloomy and peculiar place”. Its vast chambers and complex labyrinths have earned its name – Mammoth. Since the 1972 unification of Mammoth Cave with the even-longer system under Flint Ridge to the north, the official name of the system has been the Mammoth-Flint Ridge Cave System of south central Kentucky. This is the world’s longest known cave system, with more than 400 miles explored so far. It is nearly twice as long as the second-longest cave system, Mexico’s Sac Actun underwater cave.
What would it feel like to be lost in a system like that? Undoubtedly some people feel as though their whole life is that way. They feel imprisoned by circumstances, dysfunctional relationships, overpowering addictions and lack of meaning or significance in life. This is not the way life is supposed to be. After being found, that the coach and those 12 teens would certainly not declare, “We know the way out. We don’t need help.”? We also need a saviour and a guide. Was it Augustine who concluded that we all have a huge ‘hole’ in our life that only God can fill? People try to stuff it full with fun and games (pleasure), money and things (possessions), influence and control (power) and/or recognition and achievement (prestige). We all need a measure of each one of these but if even one of them is the priority in life we have enthroned a false god. Jesus stated, “I am the way.” He didn’t just claim to know the way to an abundant life, He said, “I am the Way”! I realize that many would think of Him as a fairy-tale legend, a deranged lunatic or an outright liar, but I believe He is exactly what He claimed. He can rescue us out of the dark cave and into amazing light!
It’s bright ahead on the sunny side,
To pop corn is to heat the kernels until they ‘pop’ making a fine snack with just a bit of salt or butter. To have and drink a pop was to get a soda, with all those bubbles in there and a bunch of sugar that I didn’t usually have, so yum, and be treated. I suppose the name ‘pop’ may have come from those bubbles popping in there, as in exploding like when I pop a balloon. A lot of destruction in these pops, huh
Pop culture is that which is popular and can include clothing, music, language and even what people smoke or drink. To be a pop icon is to be so popular that most will know your name and likely have an image of you wearing your, popularized by you, outfit. The pop scene is where many hang out and look and act popular. Lots of pressure not to be conformist. Yet, when in pop culture everyone conforms to that
To pop something is to touch or move it quickly, like if I pop a pill. I may also pop you one, meaning that I kind of half punch you, usually to get your attention. I can pop open the clothes closet by opening both doors quickly and giving out a woot whoot as I look inside. To pop the door shut or pop the letter into the mail or pop an apple in with my lunch, all kind of happy short movements. Popping invites smiling
Pop is a sound. Like bang but smaller, more crisp too. Some machine guns sound like popping and fireworks definitely pop. Actually, when a popcorn popper is popping the corn you can hear the sound of pop, pop, pop. When my lovely tells me she is just going to pop into a store, I get myself a Starbucks while I wait. If someone dislocates a bone the medic may well pop it back into place, Ouch on that pop
Let’s pop open some champagne. That drink is full of little tiny bubbles popping around in that bottle. When I get the cork out a resounding pop and a gush of popping bubbles happen. Put some into a glass and as I raise it to take a taste my nose feels more popping as the effervescent champagne continues to pop, pop, pop. No wonder the whole event is associated with fun. Popping can be great fun
Remember when formal letters from official agencies uses to start with dear sir or madam? Well all that is a thing of the past. It is now a huge faux-pas to assume that anyone actually falls into one of these categories.
This gender thing has become ridiculous and utterly confusing and, to my stone-age mind, totally unnecessary.
First we had the “women’s lib” movement which I first supported. No woman should be made to feel she is less worthy than her brother, she should be given the same opportunities to be the very best she can be.
The age of the weaker sex went out with the whalebone corset that was so tightly laced that women couldn’t breathe properly and passed out in a delicate swoon when confronted with anything unpleasant.
I think the turning point for women being totally subservient came with the second world war when women had to go into heavy industry to replace their male counterparts who were fighting for our freedom.
Women, once given an opportunity to be the “bread winner” and support of the family, felt a new sense of self worth. They no longer had to look forward to futures of being secretaries or teachers, although both of these are very necessary professions, women now felt they could become the chairman of the board if they worked hard enough and were determined. Women now started to think that their daughter should have the same opportunities offered to their sons.
The trouble with women being in charge is that many men find this difficult to accept and taking orders from a woman was “unmanly”. To fight off this feeling of unmanliness, it became easier to think of the boss as a tyrant and a B—-. To assert her sense of self worth and to try and get rid of the “little woman” attitude, women came up with a new title. Miz. Not miss or mrs, she wanted to be her own woman. Not someone’s wife and not an old maid but a professional woman with her own title, so Miz became the new title for the business woman.
In the world of the sixties and seventies, free love became the new norm, people became much more open about their sexual preferences. No longer did homosexual lifestyles stay behind closed doors but the western world opened up into a place where anything is possible and acceptable.
Over the next few decades it seemed that so many famous people were “coming out” of the closet that it was the fashionable thing to do, and same sex marriages were made legal in some parts of the world. I do understand the idea of needing to be part of a couple but took me a while to agree that marriage was a ceremony for two people in love, whatever their gender.
I found it more difficult to accept adoption for same sex couples, wasn’t the world confusing enough to a child to accept that he or she had two moms or two dads? However, a child given love by two same sex parents is probably happier than one being with heterosexual parents who fight non stop or don’t particularly want a child. Many single parents get together and form a family because it is the only way they can make ends meet, not a romantic situation but one of necessity and friendship. A family is a family, whatever it’s make-up.
What I do not understand is why people who are gay, lesbian or transgender and insist that they want to be treated just like everyone else, insist on flaunting their sexual orientation. Whatever you do behind closed doors is your business, it is great that people find that special someone to love and make a home with but why do you need to insist that the rest of the world know and accept you. I really don’t care or think it is anyone’s business what you do in private but I do not appreciate that by holding parades and waving banners, you want to make it mine.
I honestly believe in the act of “live and let live” but I do not think it is right for a person going through the process of changing genders to insist that they be accepted as normal, until that process is completed. In Maple Ridge, several years ago, a transgendering male insisted in changing in the female change rooms, exposing his male genitals. When complaints were made the women were accused of being homophobic and narrow minded.
It must be terrible to realize that you feel you have been living in the wrong sex body and very understandable that you wish to change yourself, but until the change is complete, why upset and confuse others by stripping off in public? Isn’t this a very private matter for you? Also why be confrontational about this, the women’s change room is usually occupied by small children who cannot possibly understand what they are seeing.
Our local pool now has “gender neutral” washrooms that are large enough to change in and I am happy to report that no male genitalia is being flashed around.
Whatever sex you are is your business, I do not care what you do, have no moral judgement to pass on you and wish you good luck in your life with whichever partner you choose. Everyone needs a loving relationship to make life worthwhile, please just keep it to yourself and make us all happy.