Natasha and I got back about a half-hour or 45 minutes ago from a dinner with another couple and the pastor of the church we've been attending for the last month or so. The church unfortunately is named Cross Pointe — I say unfortunately because the last church we were involved in was named Crosspointe, and the associations are not positive ones — but we are considering joining the church and settling in for the long haul.
On the plus side of the church is that the church has a solid basis in Scripture. Sermons are at once practical and insightful — last Sunday, the pastor preached on Psalm 23 and actually gave me something to think about, which is pretty rare on a passage as popular as that one — the worship is contemporary, and the people seem friendly enough. Their goal is to reach students at the nearby university and seminary, actively engage the surrounding area and, oh, all kinds of other neat stuff.
The downside, of course, is that while they have these really nifty goals and have a few rough ideas on how they hope to accomplish them, the impression I got from talking to the pastor tonight is that they're really not entirely sure about that middle part, of how to get there. I'm sure you can see why I feel right at home in such a place.
More practically speaking, the church is located about 25 minutes south of here, and has virtually no children's ministry in place. That's a bit of a disappointment for us because Evangeline and Rachel are both children, and Evangeline in particular would benefit from a regular Sunday school or children's church experience. The distance also could be a barrier of sorts since it could limit our regular involvement in the church and the larger community. Not sure, though. We'll have to see. Certainly I've known elders who have lived farther than that from their church.
I'm fairly keen on the idea of settling in here. I left Crosspointe back in the late spring or early summer, and am ready to settle into a new place. Despite the name -- I really wish they would change it -- I do like Cross Pointe, and would like to be involved with it. I've been doing a little, by suggesting and providing video clips to accompany the sermons, and spoke earlier today with somebody who hopes to start a church drama ministry (something I helped to do back at Crosspointe), so we'll see. I also mentioned to the pastor that I have an idea for a Sunday school class I'd like to run by him, but we'll have to see how things go.
The Sunday school class would be a little different from most Sunday school fare. My thought is to look at a different popular movie or TV series over a one-month period, and engage the class in literary criticism; i.e., what sort of message is this show sending about authority, morality, God? How does it act as a springboard for sharing the gospel?
"The Lorax" video, for example, has the Lorax rise into the air near the end of the special, with the promise that he could return with the hummingfish, Barbaloots and others if only someone will take care of the environment better than the Onceler has. In other words, the Lorax has Christ imagery attached to him, which makes him a point of contact with Christianity, as Christians can then talk about our own hopes of renewal and environmental stewardship.
I think it could be a fun class, but it depends on the interest and the resources I have available, as well as how much latitude I'm given in what to discuss. I doubt many churches would want their members watching "Sex and the City" or "The Sopranos" for a Sunday school class, for example, even though there's probably plenty of stuff to discuss there. (I don't know what, though, since I've never seen any of it.)
That's church stuff. Work has kind of sucked lately, and I'll be glad once another job surfaces that I can take. I started working at WCN Newspapers in June 2002, mainly because it was a job I was offered that I knew I could do in my sleep and because I had been unemployed since October 2001.
I had hoped I could stick it out a little longer, and I may have to, but the job is driving me nuts. The hours have been closer to 50 a week than to 40, the pay is only $35,000, and I've been working out the wazoo on Mondays and Tuesdays with the result I've often missed seeing Evangeline while she's awake on those days. Not a good deal.
I finally reached a breaking point of a sorts this past week. I decided that if I know I have a late meeting, I am not leaving until after Evangeline has been awake and we've played a little. I modified it later that week to work out a regular schedule I'm hoping I'll be able to stick to without failing to do my job or blowing off my family. My goal is to work 40 hours a week only, with something like 10 each on Monday and Tuesday, four on Wednesday and nine each on Thursday and Friday. In the meantime I'm praying hard for a new job and looking to see what turns up.
The good news professionally is that the state press association awards are due to be announced next weekend. My editor in chief got some advance notice of the awards when the association people called to confirm a few bits of information, and apparently I'm one of a few people at the company who "did well." I don't know if that means I won first place, or anything down to third place, but I'm hoping it means I've won a few awards, if for no other reason than they'll look good on the resume.
On a personal note, Evangeline started preschool this past week. We decided to enroll her to expand her social horizons a bit and expose her to skills and ideas that don't occur to us as quickly as they do to other people.
I wouldn't exactly say she likes it. Apparently she gets upset when it's time to leave and goes as far as sitting down in the parking lot because she doesn't want to go home. Preschool is every Tuesday and Thursday, and she has asked every other day of the week as well if she can go to preschool. She might inform us when she gets older that home-schooling is not going to be an option.
If that happens, we'll have to look into private schools since there's no way I want her going to Nova Bastille's public schools. (Among other things, the schools here have over a 50 percent drop-out rate, there's the gang activity, and plenty of other problems besides. Not the sort of thing I want to send Evangeline into.)
Evangeline took another big step this week. If you think I wasn't ready for her to attend preschool, you'd be right, but that's nothing compared to how I felt about this: Natasha and I have stopped being mommy and daddy. With a few exceptions, Evangeline has been calling us mom and dad. We still use the longer forms to refer to ourselves, but she seems to have decided she's too big to call us mommy and daddy. I'm not ready to be dad yet. That's not supposed to come for another two or even three years.
Also on the subject of Evangeline, her hair finally is long enough for her to do something she's been trying for over a year: put it into a ponytail. It's short -- about 3 inches -- and most of her hair doesn't tie back into the tail yet, but she's very proud of it. After all, daddy has a ponytail and mommy has a ponytail — maybe I should have said mom and dad have ponytails, but like I said, I'm not ready for that yet — so now she has one. She's a Big Girl, after all.
Rachel is starting to become the little babbler. She's about 3½ months old now, and has started making the neatest cooing and trilling noises. Naturally I've thrown all sense of self-image to the wind, and I coo and trill right back at her. She's got the neatest little smile, and her blue eyes sparkle whenever she sees me imitating her. People give me strange looks, but I really don't care. I'm in love.
We didn't see Lumpy this weekend, to my disappointment. On the other hand, he was here for a birthday party last Sunday with his father, grandmother and two of his cousins, and that went well. I'm sure we'll see more of him again soon, just not this weekend. Rats.
This past week was also the week I hit the books again. I've been reading Tolkien's "The Hobbit" for I think the fourth time, but I also just read Neil Gaiman's "Neverwhere" for the first time. Gaiman is the author of "The Sandman," an award-winning horror comic DC Comics published several years ago as part of its Vertigo line. "Neverwhere" isn't as groundbreaking a work as "The Sandman," probably because novels traditionally have had looser boundaries than comics have in the past forty years, but it's still one heck of a page-turner.
Probably the best way to describe "Neverwhere" is to say it's a dark, postmodern "Alice in Wonderland." The story centers on Richard Mayhew, a fairly ordinary fellow who's got the standard life and is going pretty much nowhere, and is content with it. Because it's a Gaiman novel, Mayhew ends up being swept into an otherworldly London that exists alongside the London in our world, but underground and generally accessible only to people who live there.
The book plays with a number of the historic names in London, particularly along its subway, and gives them literal meanings. "Blackfriars Station," for example, is a station where a sect of friars live — though again, you can only discover them if you happen to live in this unseen shadow world.
It's a good book, and has Gaiman's trademark motif of mixing the utterly fantastic with the utterly mundane in a way that makes them both novel.
I also recently read the first volume of "Rising Stars," a comic book by J. Michael Straczynski, the creator of "Babylon 5." I've seen a few "Babylon 5" episodes, but never liked them enough to watch the show on a regular basis. This comic might actually change that.
"Rising Stars" uses the major conceit of comic books, superpowers; but it treats them in what seems to me to be an original and well-thought-out manner. Its explanation of how the superpowers came to this group of people is about as contrived as any other explanation — a mysterious ball of energy hits a town and affects the fetal development of about 70 children there — but that's about where its conventional treatment of the superhero trope ends.
Powers range from the standard "Hey look, Ma, I can fly and I'm super strong!" to the unusual "Everyone sees me as what they imagine the most beautiful woman in the world would be" to the dull "I can levitate and make pretty sparkles in the air."
What really makes the comic unique is that these are people, not superheroes. One or two of them do do the costume thing, but they're generally regarded as flakes or opportunists cashing in on the idea of superheroics by the rest of the "specials." One uses his ability to enter people's dreams to become a psychologist; another, blessed with the power of invincibility, grows obese, and eventually becomes an indestructible gas station attendant.
Since none of the powers came with a how-to manual, each of the affected children had to figure out naturally what their powers are, just as real-life children have to figure what they can and can't do. A couple, even as adults, have no idea what their powers are.
That's the setup. The comic gets really interesting when a few of the specials start realizing their powers are wearing out, that the more they use them, the less potent they are. Where it gets ineresting is that if any of the others die, their untapped power spreads to the rest of the pool. The first volume in the series ends with some of the specials capitalizing on that, and all hell breaking loose as everybody grows more powerful, as old personality conflicts and feuds start to erupt.
That's all I've been up to this past week. I've been stuck on the book I've been writing with my best friend; I have ideas, but I'm having trouble writing them due to a lack of time and a lack of concentration. Sleep would probably help with the latter but not the former. I really want to get this done, especially since I'm the one who's held the book back so long.
It's almost time to go to bed. I just looked out the window, and it's still pouring snow. You can tell that I shoveled the walk when Natasha and I got home by the indentation in the snowdrifts. One of the nice parts about having all this snow is that I can pile it on each side of the end of the driveway and make it impossible for people to park there and block us in even partially. I'll be doing that again tomorrow, since we have Presidents Day off from work. (I still can't figure that one out.)
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