Heart-led History Lesson

You won’t get this from the history books because those who write them don’t acknowledge the fundamental truth of our human existence.

Do you get tired of hearing about this heart-led stuff? Then go away, because it is the ever-present assumption of what do here. We have to keep talking about it because the dominant culture is so adamant about denying it. Unlike the West, which assumes the heart is either subjective sentiment or some other quasi-emotional drive, we teach the heart is entirely separate and above the intellect. Your heart has it’s own sensory apparatus and the means for processing what it senses, and your heart-mind is the only way you can connect with God’s revelation. Your heart operates in the moral sphere, the place where the Spirit Realm overlaps on this Fallen Realm. Your intellect remains entirely within the Fallen Realm.

Plenty of ancient societies lacked this understanding of reality. Barbarian tribal hordes did not have a civilization, but may have had a culture. Western Civilization is thus the first and only civilization that has rejected the notion of heart-led existence. This assumes you understand that the root of the West is partly a mixture of Germanic barbarian culture and Greco-Roman Civilization. The latter didn’t aggressively attack the notion of heart-led living, but laid the foundation for denying it through the influence of the ancient philosophers. There is a sense in which reading Greek and Roman classical literature provides a slender slice of elitist thinking, not the bulk of Greco-Roman social existence. By the time we get to Western Civilization in its full flower at the Enlightenment, virtually the whole of society from top to bottom is bereft of the heart-mind.

That means Western historical analysis will always miss that one critical ingredient to understanding every other civilization. Most of them took for granted a heart-led life, and so have very little to say about it. What they do say is easily perverted by a Western reading of it, as we see with the Bible narrative. The heart is mentioned, but the complete absence of heart-mind orientation means both translation and understanding will be crippled.

For someone who was fully engaged in the heart-led religion of the Old Testament, and in part as a reflection of the ambient Ancient Near Eastern culture as a whole, compelling your mind to serve the wisdom of your heart was entirely natural. It pulls in a whole range of shifted motivations that no one in that time felt required much comment. You could fall below the level back down to the Flesh, which is pretty much the meaning of “temptation,” but such people knew already without question that faith and truth could be found only in the heart.

Let’s choose a single item of historical study that is completely changed when you include the understanding of heart-led living: war. Even Western scholars understand that there was a professional cadre, mostly nobles who could afford to train and arm themselves, plus a significant number of folks who were simply talented enough to be hired as professional soldiers by those who had the money for it. These were your combat commanders and troop leaders, while most of the troops were conscripts. That would mean ordinary folks who trained part of the year when they weren’t busy with agricultural tasks. Most of these troops carried into battle limited weaponry with limited training, but enough to do the trick most of the time. The conscripts would gather in mass formations while the professional soldiers took up positions on the flanks, as rearguards and as a substantial forward battle guard. The whole idea was to march your troops into an enemy formation and make them run.

Notice something: The focus wasn’t slaughter. That might happen as a related event, but the primary focus was holding your formation intact while breaking up theirs. Why? Because everyone took for granted that if you held your ground, it could only be because your deity was in your heart leading you to honor him/her. If you lost your heart in battle — if you lost your heart-led focus and fell down into your mind and emotions — your deity had deserted you. Never mind whose fault it was; your god was not with you in the battle. It was not a matter of berserker emotions against berserker emotions. It was heart against heart. Fighting from the heart was fearless because death and injury were not all that important to the individual who faced them. His only real concern was satisfying the moral demands of his heart. Losing that meant losing the battle, because you couldn’t stay in the fray without it.

This is no mere mythology; this is reality. This is how we as believers face things today.

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Psalm 68

David uses here a collection of images and figures of speech we don’t see anywhere else. While we have no doubt that the bulk of his writing is consistently symbolic and loaded with parables, it serves well to tread carefully to deduce the meaning from the context here. This is in essence a marching song. David celebrates the unspeakable greatness of Israel’s true King of Heaven. Survival in battle as leader was the mark of divine favor for the rulers across the whole Ancient Near East (ANE), but the Creator of all things was Israel’s warlord and king.

We associate the phrase “let God arise” with the initial lifting of the Ark of Covenant in preparation for movement during the Exodus. It’s also the image of any ruler rising to his feet in preparation for some kind of action against his enemies, domestic and foreign. Wherever Israel moved under the command of God, no force on earth, nor even all the forces on earth combined, could hinder His people from their ancestral inheritance. Therefore, while marching it only makes sense to sing His praises. He rides not just any white horse, but the billowing white clouds in the sky. Shout His name to bring fear to all those who oppose this march!

Some of His virtues include being the very Father to those with no father, and He welcomes widows into His domestic care. No one is alone in His domain. He sets prisoners and debtors free, loading them with prosperity. Meanwhile, those who reject His reign will be driven out into the desert wastes.

David lavishly praises God as the One who made the earth shake under their feet, a reference to Jericho at the least. When the people needed rain, it came in good supply. He describes how Mount Sinai convulsed at the divine Presence meeting with Moses on the heights. When the people were hungry it rained bread or water or whatever they needed. No one lacked who embraced His authority.

Indeed, on that sacred mountain, God gave to Moses His revelation, the greatest treasure any nation could receive. It was a massive army of people who published it by living its power. Thus, a whole range of powerful nations fled away before them. Back in the camp, the women divided the plunder of those nations. How do you describe such a great God? Had He laid Himself among the stinking herd animals at night to sleep, He would arise with the light of the dawn itself fluttering around His being, twinkling like flakes of precious metals on white wings. By the time the battles of conquest in Canaan Land were over, it looked like snow fresh fallen on Mount Zalmon (AKA Mount Ebal).

Speaking of mountains, God could have chosen any of the greatest peaks in the land for His Temple. Bashan with lofty Mount Hermon? It was His personal property. Don’t be envious, you mountains of Bashan that He chose Zion instead. The thundering chariots of God are innumerable, rumbling like those days when Moses was up on Sinai — the clouds of smoke and quaking ground were frightening. The Hebrew verbiage is a little ambiguous here, but the image of some mighty warrior king riding His chariots off into the heavens is obvious. What most people mistake is that such a mighty One would both receive tribute and then distribute it to those He favors for whatever reason. In Ephesians 4:8, Paul quotes this in the sense of the distribution of gifts (in the form of divine callings). But the image of both collecting treasures from the wealthy and mighty (grateful or otherwise), then tossing out trinkets from this tribute out to the crowds cheering along the side of the road as He passes through is common from ANE times and cultures.

But David notes Jehovah does this every day (verse 19). The God of Israel is one who saves, and David offers two different words that both translate as “salvation” in English. First is the idea of becoming a part of God’s plunder from His enemies; the second denotes being rescued from bondage. He is the God who rescues from death in both literal and figurative senses.

The image of wounding the enemy’s head is drawn from the arrogance of one who tosses his pampered hair and sticks his nose in the air. Thus, the image of blatant defiance will be turned on its head, as God brings back every dead soldier of Israel, from the Golan Heights (Bashan) to the depths of the two seas (Gulf of Aqaba and Mediterranean Sea) that touched land under David’s dominion, to bathe their feet in the blood of the high and mighty. Then when everyone has left, the feral dogs of the land will finish what’s left. Birds of the field ate soldiers’ bodies, but traitors were thrown to the dogs. It’s hard to imagine a more ignoble end on their remains.

David then describes a holy procession into the place of worship (a tent of meeting during David’s reign). It’s glorious beyond words, including just about everyone capable of joining in — choirs, orchestras, lovely young women in the flower of their beauty with something like tambourines, the small warrior tribe of Benjamin, the royal tribe of Judah, Zebulun as the tribe famous for marshaling the hosts, and Naphthali symbolized as the most effective border defense tribe having the most difficult journey to join the throng.

Then David discusses the future Temple that his son will erect in Jerusalem. This would help to unify the nation, and become a shrine to which kings would make pilgrimage. David characterizes those who might resist such an invitation as wild beasts, such as water buffaloes, wandering herds of cattle and skipping calves. It’s not a bad image for the bulk of humanity having no clue about God’s character and the moral fabric of Creation. They’ll be herded by events they hardly comprehend. So let it be, says David, until they are ready to bring God a just tribute, symbolized by silver. Meanwhile, make it hard for marauding nations to engage in raiding on Israel. From as far away as North Africa, let foreign kings come with their tribute to God, not to David and his heirs. So let all the nations of the earth celebrate their Maker.

The final verses are one long benediction of dedication to a king so great as to ride the clouds like horses. Let Israel be sure the whole world knows what a mighty God she serves.

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You Aren’t Going Crazy

You can’t teach a society; you can teach yourself.

I suppose it’s one of the biggest jobs we face in our ministry here at Kiln of the Soul: We strive to help people understand that the prevailing social mythology is wrong. Western Civilization will fight harder and more viciously in these final death throes than at any other time, striving to keep all the captive souls enthralled. I wish I could make it easier for you, but even if I had your full attention face to face, you would struggle. I have to trust God that you and He can work it out on His timetable.

God is coming to visit — that’s the biblical language for it. Other applicable phrases include: His wrath is falling, this is a time of tribulation, the earth will be shaken, stars in the sky will fall, etc. The literal meaning inherent in the wording is not important. The idea is to awaken a moral awareness that this is a rich opportunity for those who are able to sense it. But such truth by its nature cannot easily fit into words, so we have to rely on God to touch hearts and enlighten folks whom He intends to use for His work. In general terms, a visit from God is a time of judgment, not merely for punishment, but for correcting and provoking people to open up their hearts to His merciful divine justice. So a visitation from God is both wrath and blessing at the same time, and your human logic cannot readily unravel the tightly woven fabric of moral truth for rational analysis.

To help you, God speaks in ways your mind cannot possibly comprehend. It’s a chance for you to become aware that this stuff really is outside reason. Faith makes quite unreasonable demands, so get used to it. Part of this visitation of God is a whole range of experiences that you cannot explain on the human level.

You’ll experience stuff that makes people snicker at you when you try to describe it. Or perhaps they’ll try to push into that woo-woo land of superstition. Dreams, visions, unexplainable phenomena — no, you aren’t going crazy. This is your chance to become sane, because the reality God created includes those things. Maybe you lack the social skills to defend yourself from attempts to force you back into conformity with the mythology, but I tell you in all seriousness that if God is going to work in your life, it must include such things in times like this. How you process those things is really between you and God, but we do offer a chance here for you to talk about it. We will take you seriously. That doesn’t mean we can offer simple explanations, but we have spent some time with these things and are more comfortable than the general run of Western society when faced with inexplicable stuff like that.

The biggest danger is that you will allow someone to steer your life, even through these ineffable experiences, trying to take advantage of your for personal gain. That’s not us. This is not a cult about getting you to join our little imaginary world in exchange for the big wide imaginary world. Our pitch, if you will, is helping you see the chains and bars and walls, and then the doorways to escape. We won’t attempt to tell you what you should find on the other side, but we will help you build your own senses for such things by describing what we believe we have found.

Then maybe you can find that inner structure that God planted there when He made you, so that you can figure out for yourself what He demands of you. We’ll offer as much help as we can, but we refuse to give you the answers. It’s confusing, in part because our world has made you believe it’s all just emotion. So harshly has that lie been pressed that, in some ways, it becomes partially true. Some of what you may think it means will be obscured by deceptive emotions, so it takes awhile to detangle it all. You’ll get there; we believe in you.

But the bottom line is you have to find your own way and teach yourself.

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Birthday Ride

Thank you so much for dropping by on my 59th birthday. To celebrate I did something quite different, riding north and then west. While little of it was actually new territory for me, I’d never been out this way on my bike. It’s a fairly simple box in theory: from SE 29th and Henney north to Jones, then west on Britton Road all the way to Sooner Road, then back home. Of course, the return half included a lot of zigzags just for fun, but the basic distance was 34 miles.

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NCdnBrittonRdThe ride up Henney to Jones is now routine, though pleasant enough. The tailwind was pretty weak, and turning left through town did not reveal anything new to my eyes. Out west of Hiwasee a ways the main road curves south, following more-or-less the railroad tracks. The route at this point is called Spencer-Jones Road and ends in Spencer, obviously. Where it banks to the southwest I climbed up the steep grade to continue westward on Britton Road. At one time there had been a nice shoulder, but debris, sand and greenery had taken it over. Still, traffic was light and road itself wasn’t that bad. It was a standard mixture of Mcmansions, old places and a few dilapidated structures. Here is the view of the North Canadian rolling north under Britton Road.

BrittonRdnrAirDepotThe far bank of the river is the wide flat farming land. I spotted this picturesque farm perched up on the far slope west of the river. Behind it is Midwest Boulevard. I rolled past the intersection and immediately found myself among a great many more cyclists and folks riding other kinds of expensive pedal toys. Lots of money out here in these parts, commonly called by its old name Wicher (or Witcher).

MansionGateThe SE corner of Britton and Sooner is outrageous. That’s just the front gate facing out onto Sooner Road. The other mansions are hidden out of sight here, with billions in old money scattered all around, several miles in all directions. Just a half-dozen miles southwest is a part of OKC once renowned as the single most expensive zip code in the US based on tax returns. I think it was eclipsed only a couple of years ago, and not by much. I suppose it was intentional, but there were no good angles for photographing the main house behind that extravagant gate without flying, but I assure you that what shows up in this image (left) is all one single structure.SoonerBrittonMansion

NSoonerRanchHere is some more of that old money in a ranch just opposite that obscene mansion. I’ve been up and down Sooner Road countless times so it was the view along Wilshire that interested me. Lots of beautiful stuff in just the two miles back east between Sooner and Midwest, but nothing that the camera could capture properly. At any rate, I was ready for a break at Midwest Boulevard.

MWatWilshireThis tree seemed a perfect spot for my snack. Off to the right was a horse in a shaded yard that approached me out of boredom, I’m sure, but then kept back out of unfamiliarity. I sensed she was pretty old, too, because she didn’t move like a young mare. This part of the North Canadian Valley is popular with cyclists. I took a shot of Midwest Boulevard looking north.NMWBlvdnrWilshire

Staying on Midwest Boulevard, I headed south. Where it crosses NE 63rd Street is one massive open area running along the river and spreading outward east and west, covering easily a dozen square miles. Lots of history out here, but some of it already crumbled into the dust and covered in foliage. But more building is under way. Where Midwest Boulevard crosses over the North Canadian, there was evidence of some million-dollar activity. First, there was an inexplicable brand new stone wall running on my right for a quarter mile or so. At the far end was the river bank, with some very expensive work taking place.NCdnMWB I’m going to guess it is aimed at fixing the river course so that something can be built right on the banks. It’s possible they are simply going to widen it with another bridge, but I have to wonder what that stone wall is all about. There were signs of clearing and landscaping all around this bridge. Guess I’ll come back in a couple of months and check again.

Climbing up the far bank is a nice wooded area and pretty much the end of rural millionaire territory. As we approach NE 36th, there’s some lesser properties, some wooded and some as a site for dirt removal. It’s just two miles west to our “Mount Trashmore” (East Oak Landfill) over on Sooner Road, and we’ll see that on another journey, perhaps. It was visible from up on Britton Road, by the way. Here we have one old cemetery on the NW corner, and much bigger new one on the SW corner, and a new convenience store-gas station on the SE corner. Back behind is a huge open area that once served as an air strip. Nature conveniently left a long flat ridge running straight north-south. Just a half-mile down is some rougher areas with a horse pen and the “stall” an old concrete blockhouse that saw human occupation just a few years ago. On the right side is the old Mary’s Flea Market occupied almost entirely by vested vendors who have nothing anyone really wants.

Crossing NE 23rd puts me back in Midwest City itself and some more crumbling houses, behind which is a large open area where several military jets have crashed over the years. When Tinker AFB entered the Jet Age is when that old airstrip was closed and the bulk of hideous crashes took place up through the 1970s; this would be about the northern most extent of their approach for landing. Down a little ways we cross NE 10th and I cut left through some parking lots in order to cross a very busy street and into the system of parks built along Soldier Creek.ExMachSoldierCrk On the right here is a picture of the exercise machine in Pecan Grove Park right off NE 10th. There’s a matching one with different fixtures on the south end of the trail system down near SE 15th, two miles away. The trails complex run mostly on both sides of Soldier Creek, and extend outward on the southern half where Barnes Park takes up a massive quarter-section and Regional Golf Course takes most of the other quarter section south of it. Thus, the creek and trail run down the west side of the park and golf course.

EastBankSoldierCrkSomewhere around the golf course is where some Native American remains were discovered, going way back into prehistoric times. The trails are mostly asphalt. When some parts were washed away by the spring flooding, it was replaced with lots of concrete. Oddly, this wooden section survived just fine. A decade ago my wife and I lived in an apartment just across the creek near this wooden path structure. Bad memories because the management changed almost immediately after we moved in and maintenance became a joke.

Still, the park holds fond memories for me and it was nice to ride through it again while the neighborhood kids are at school. From there I headed east along SE 15th to Douglas Boulevard, south just a bit until I could turn left into the old Rhapsody Heights neighborhood and work my way east to my old Alma Mater, Carl Albert High School (1974). From there it was a smooth ride on the newish multi-use path along Post Road to SE 29th and a few more miles east to home.

Thanks again for dropping by to help me celebrate my birthday.

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HOWTO: Forgiveness

I suppose for some folks it’s just not obvious enough.

We are all born in sin. If you try to reason about culpability, you’ll never understand. Rather, you start from the understanding that your human nature is broken — for whatever reason. You have to seek the Creator’s revelation about how to handle that problem. Within our fallen nature, it is just about possible (on some level) to study His revelation and grasp sufficient insight into His character woven into Creation that you can live optimally. You’ll get as much as this life has to offer. Somewhere in there is provision for mercy and forgiveness sufficient to keep a grip on this optimal existence.

The revelation is cloaked in the Ancient Near Eastern (ANE) feudal sheikdom. The whole point is to make the shiekh happy with you and find your place in His domain. Nobody says you can’t get pissed off at times when things don’t seem to work as promised; genuine royalty makes allowances for human nature. You’ll get over it and beg forgiveness and He’ll keep an eye on whether you actually got over it, but once a workable relationship is established, everything can be progressively better as you go through life in His dominion.

Our God is nothing like the Western image of royalty, particularly the grouchy absolutist Germanic tribal warlords. He is nothing like the Nordic or Celtic deities with a perpetual bad temper, always on a hair trigger to smash the crap out of you for daring to intrude on his royal privileges. Our God is rather calm, quiet and contemplative, seldom in a hurry about much of anything. All the more so when you consider that His time sense is nothing like ours, despite a full awareness of what ours is like.

This is not a business of bookkeeping and accounting in the Western style. It’s bookkeeping in the ANE style, where debts can be wiped for the most whimsical reasons, and debts can be declared without any particular reason you understand. If that sounds capricious, you need to divest yourself of your mythology that God can be held accountable to some standard of fairness and logic that is utterly foreign to His revelation.

It does follow a pattern, but that pattern is His personality as He reveals it to you individually. It won’t be exactly the same for any two of us. You should learn to forgive as He forgives, while recognizing we have limits. We have a human level with flesh and brains and emotions, but we also have a heart that operates in the moral sphere. The heart is your personal ultimate authority on things, and your brain has to learn how to obey the moral imperatives that the heart can see. Start with the idea of convictions, an internal mechanism that can overrule logic when you pay attention to it.

All humanity is under the Covenant of Noah for our moral apprehension of things, and it must result in something that resembles an abstract grasp of that covenant. If you want to claim the Covenant of Christ, it still includes relying on Noah as an example of how things should look. We further examine Moses as a very precise implementation of Noah in the context of a certain people, in a certain context, and now no longer in force. It’s just a good explanation of how things can work and Jesus obeyed it by virtue of a superior understanding of what it was supposed to accomplish. Either way, if I write in terms of obeying Noah, you get the picture of something ancient, fundamental, and something that presumes your heart rules over your head. It also presumes your personal progress in drawing closer to the Sheikh of Heaven, more determined to glorify Him.

When you work with another person, you have to hold in your heart and discernment of how God wants you to deal with them. It’s not judging their standing with God, but their place in your individual domain granted by God — feudalism, remember? Their place is always subject to change and your heart will tell you. The issue of sin, repentance and forgiveness has everything to do with that context. You expect yourself to fail, so you surely expect your fellow humans to fail. You presume a certain interplay with God that you’ll never quite grasp, so that’s not what we are talking about. We are talking about their presence in your domain of calling.

Do you sense they are a fellow believer? Does that affect the balance of power in overlapping dominions between the two of you? Work that out in your mind and review it often. Some folks make a mistake, and despite how much it seems to hurt you, the only moral answer is simply excluding them in the future. You forgive in the sense that you don’t try to extract some kind of peace-making. Shake it off and move on. Should they try to return, let them know as much as you can what the situation is. Keep the door closed until they offer some means of restoration. Other folks fail and you really find yourself required to work it out, because you have no permission from your heart to close any doors. Whether you hold the position of relative authority is another matter for assessment, because it’s often contextual.

You also have to assess how much opportunity you restore to them in your ministry. It’s not rule bound, and if you try to operate that way, you sin. How did Jesus deal with the adulteress in John 8:2-11? She threatened social stability in her extended family household, in her covenant community. Jesus surely knew a lot more about the exact details than we do from this distance. His response in that context shows at least one possibility that is acceptable under the Law of Moses, because He never broke the Law. What? You thought it was all legalistic and unforgiving? No. Whomever exercised the place of shepherd at that moment could decide for a lesser penalty if it was in the interest of community stability.

Hint: The community had no standing to complain because there was precious little divine justice to preserve. They were not lawful, so had no standing to accuse her, since their moral adulteries (idolatry of human reason) were worse than hers. No one had standing to execute the penalty except Jesus, and He decided she had suffered enough. It’s not a question of her sin, but of divine justice in terms of social stability. Was she penitent? Jesus seemed to think so.

Yeah, I know all you smart-alecks who ask where the man was who lay with her. That misses the point, except that their failure to bring him with her was all the proof we need it was an unjust case. But we could have figured that out just because we know they had Jesus crucified.

There are no rules. Context is everything, and your heart already knows the answer. That’s how you do forgiveness.

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Cycling: Memorial Road

It was a good workout, but not much for inspiring beauty. The plan was simple: Run north on Hiwasee to Memorial Road, turn east as far as Choctaw Road, follow that back to the intersection of Hogback Road and then into Jones. From there it was a straight shot down Henney and back home. Just about 28 miles.

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TimberRidgeDrive Whenever I take Hiwasee north, I always detour through the housing development west of our trailer park, Timber Ridge Pointe. This is where I have cut those trails open only during cooler weather. The housing is built in spurts, and the lots are sold only where the street is paved and utilities are laid. So most of this drive is just woodland, because only the western edge of this thing has been developed.

CdnValNJonesHaving made the ride up Hiwasee to Jones several times, there’s nothing remarkable. Today the south winds pushed me all the way north. Just past Britton Road this vista on the right came into view, showing the broad expanse of the Canadian Valley just north of Jones. But doggone it — the light was all wrong to catch a shot of the swimming hole where Hiwasee Crosses the river. That’s about where NE 122nd would be if it went through. In Oklahoma County and eastward into Pottawatomie County, the North Canadian wanders all over the place, this particular spot is the northernmost bend in Oklahoma County. It’s a popular swimming spot because when the water is high enough folks will dive off the bridge. The river cuts around sharp against a low sandstone bluff and digs a deep channel at the same time. Then, on the inside of the bend is a very nice stable sandy beach easily accessed from the road.

A short climb up the far bank and we are into the Deep Fork watershed. From there it’s not far to Memorial Road.MemorialRdnrChoctawRd Let’s be honest: Memorial Road offers precious few inspiring views out here. Because we are in the Deep Fork terrain, it’s very hilly, but just not that pretty. Turning back south onto Choctaw Road was almost suffocating in the sense of dense foliage growing up through the tattered edge of the asphalt. Beautiful in winter, but highly infested with buzzing biting insects in warm weather.ChoctawRdnrMemorialRd

I made good time because the headwind was dampened by the foliage. However, it should have served as a warning, because the folks that live out in this stuff tend to relative poverty. Rather than risk annoying anyone with stopping to take pictures, I’ll just have to rely on a written description.

At one spot there was a draw that crossed the road at a sharp angle. I came up out of this bottom and it ran upstream to my right, not quite parallel to the road. Someone had plowed out a flat spot from this draw just about parallel to the road on my right. You could see where a mobile home had sat there for a long time, because it was bare dirt against dense foliage. Someone had cut some of the roadside saplings and giant grasses in order the drag this ancient trailer house out, but the thing had collapsed just before it cleared the original site. Apparently it tipped too far over toward the draw and was unable to remain intact. It was hard to guess how long ago, because the site was quite bare, but the foliage had already regrown up through the wreckage and was impossible to shoot with the camera. The scene was completed by an assortment of derelict automobiles and pickup trucks, at least a half-dozen scattered around the living space carved out of the woods.

SilosHogbackRdJust up the hill I ran into Hogback Road. We’ll see that again when I make my trip to Luther (I’m ready but waiting for cooler weather). Around the corner and back downhill toward the North Canadian Valley, I ran across some highly distressed housing that was still occupied. Down and across from that stood these old silos. From here it was downhill all the way. Hogback Road is well maintained and not too busy. Just outside Jones proper is this view of the North Canadian where it curves around, showing how the spring flooding had cut deep into the south bank. Some of that fallen foliage is still rooted into the bank.CndnRiverChoctawRd The inside of the curve left a very large area obviously popular with off-roaders.

In town I stopped at the little park and ate my lunch in solitude. From there it was a slow push against stiff headwinds all the way home. It made hills that were simply rough into brutal climbs requiring the lowest gears on my Edgewood. But it was still a really good workout and I don’t regret it, even if I won’t likely repeat it.

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Premonition or Delusion?

This would normally be private reverie, but I want to make sure my parishioners have a clue what’s happening here.

I’m writing this more for my own sense of moral focus than anything else. Something is absorbing a lot of my attention right now. I see before me a calling to extend the computer support ministry, in that I need to be ready for bigger things. I still sense that it means I’ll be hired by someone who will sponsor the work for whatever reason. I have a strong sense that it will start out slow and small, and blossom into something I cannot predict. This is the path I tread.

An important task along this path was trying to discern what I would want to offer, to focus on just a few Linux products so I could do a better job for the client. So while I still recommend CentOS for the corporate desktop, I recommend some version of Ubuntu/Kubuntu for just about everyone else except the hard-core computer geeks. I still prefer Debian for myself, but I know that most users rely on less DIY. Please note: The difference between the two *buntus is that the flagship product Ubuntu is much easier to use for younger folks or those who need it really, really simple. It’s quite different from Windows, but a whole lot simpler. Kubuntu would appear somewhat more like Windows to most people. It is more for computer users who have an expectation of gaining a moderate measure of expertise, people who willingly take the time to learn about the system.

I have to keep a focus on the mission, not the methods and means. That means I can’t push my personal preferences, but offer something that is actually tested and known to work for the average computer user. Nothing is perfect; there will never be a computing Nirvana. This means I’ll have to steel myself against wishes for what cannot be. I’ve also made my Kubuntu book free. I believe it was a mistake to charge for it and I should have stuck to my instincts on that. I will also update it for more recent versions.

Behind all this I’m dealing with a potent anticipation based on guesses about how this expanded mission will become viable in the sense of a demand for services. I’m not going to sell this thing like some aggressive entrepreneur. My nature is to respond to a cry for help, and if folks don’t cry, I have little to offer. So it seems painfully obvious to me that something has to change in the world at large, something that will make Windows a major problem for folks who now use it. I refuse to manufacture a crisis; if folks don’t feel the need, there’s no use pushing this. That’s how faith works, and this must rest first and foremost on my faith.

While I can guess what might bring about such a demand, I know that I can’t yet foresee what it will be. A part of me currently expects some kind of technical glitch that can’t be fixed, or some utterly stupid move by MS that would drive people away. Or maybe MS simply collapses in some way and can’t support the product. It’s also possible that there could be some compromise from which MS cannot break away, where it is revealed that MS has become captive to some other force in the world. However, aside from some shockingly egregious change that attacks their sense of security, most people tend to ignore privacy threats. Thus, I lean toward the idea this will more likely be something that simply makes Windows impossible to use for some portion of current users. This is just conjecture on my part; I really don’t know what to expect.

And it would take only a small percentage of market shift. If so much as one percent of computer owners/users decide Linux is a better option, that’s all it would take to put me in business, so to speak. For now, I’m just waiting to see what comes next. Something of which I am more certain is that much of what humans value and use in this world will be more completely tied to the Internet and networking in general. More and more resources will be invested in cyber space and it will matter what tools we use for it. We still have a lot of other crap to face, but this is the focus of my calling.

I’ll let you decide if I’m chasing a delusion, but I’m all in on this one.

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A Third Consideration

I can’t pretend my future clients will of necessity be any kind of believer. In that previous post where I offered a preview of some of my computer tech support curriculum — CompSec: Compartmentalization — I held back on an overtly Christian concept which forms the third consideration.

3. Maintain the means to virtual faith. Our faith is our calling in Christ and we need to make sure we can keep putting that message out there. CompSec is being faithful with what God provides for your virtual mission in His Kingdom.

Somewhere between saying nothing and Western styled frantic sales pitching, we have to find a meaningful expression of faith in every activity. It’s how we live, and each of us must find our own unique way of living it. Your narrative is not mine, and you shouldn’t try to use mine. You can’t just shovel my stuff at folks who seem to need something; you have to develop your own way of making that faith meaningful.

That means you also cannot use my solutions for everything virtual.

I’ve made it pointedly obvious that I prefer Debian with XFCE, but I know that is too much DIY for most computer users. Instead, I hope to show the majority of them Kubuntu, the shortest path to Linux for most folks. So I keep that installed on my service laptop so folks can see it. In case you didn’t know, Ubuntu also has a server disk they offer separate from their desktop stuff. It’s about as easy as it gets for installing and configuring the various services most outfits need. That makes me pretty much a pusher for Canonical’s software (the company behind Ubuntu, Kubuntu and other related OSes).

But while this is the expression of my faith, it’s not essential to our parish or religion. It’s just what I do to pursue God’s calling for me. As long as you are at peace about how your faith goes out over the network, nobody but God can tell you what you should use. When I rattle on about that stuff here, I’m just trying to help those who also feel called to use it. At the same time, I’m trying to draw a few folks who know they need help with this stuff and might discover they like the help with faith, too. God uses search engines to guide others here.

Most of all, know that I serve as an example of what God can do if you persist in chasing after His glory. If you want to know what He made you for, keep asking, walking through the various levels of answer you get until it starts to make some kind of sense.

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Photolog: Kickapoo Nation

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KickapooSchoolPlease note that much of my riding associated with the Harrah-Jones area is within tribal boundaries of the Kickapoo Tribe of Oklahoma (there are other tribal associations in other states). For example, that mystery road along the North Canadian River between NE63rd and Wilshire is almost entirely Kickapoo, judging by the license plates I saw on the vehicles parked along the road. However, today I rode close to the oldest facilities the tribe has owned since late 1800s.

PottRdSnrUS62Today’s ride took me through Harrah first, then staying on the main US Highway 62 after crossing the river. You can see vestiges of the old road beds when the highways were narrow routes of concrete panels poured into the dirt. The long sweeping curve of today presented an interesting view. At Pottawatomie Road I turned south. The next four miles were all gravel, starting out with a very tightly packed caliche and ending with a somewhat looser and sandier surface up to State Highway 102. The primary objective was simply to explore the route north of the river across the farm fields, essentially NE 10th Street. At first it played tag dropping below the flood bank, then over a small ridge and below it again. Then it follows the bank a ways until we hit some pasture land sitting where the flood plain is very wide, easily a half mile between the cut bank and flood bank.NE10thnrCaptainCreek

NE10thnPineCrestendLots of beautiful sights to see on both sides of the road. These are just a few of the views; it was hard to choose. What really struck me is that is area was so utterly quiet and peaceful. I can’t describe the way it called to me, inviting me to just stand and feel the wind.

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NE10thnrSH102Even the yard dogs were quiet, not barking at all, just watching me. I also sensed an odd change in dominion out there between the western half and the eastern end of this area. It wasn’t unpleasant, but very different. The first couple of miles was more inviting, but the second half felt oddly busy, as if to say it had no time for more than just a friendly wave from the distance.

FarmNE10thnrSH102Eventually the worsening gravel road ended at State Highway 102. It does run on farther east, but I had no interest in exploring any more. I’ve decided it’s okay to ride on gravel for a little while to explore, but it’s annoying for regular use. Time to head south along the highway toward McLoud.

HouseSH102Passed a lovely farm house peeking out through some trees. I also tried to assemble a panoramic view, but I failed to get a good overlap. Let’s settle for a nice shot from the center, looking SW down the faint slope toward the North Canadian (below left).Panorama2

FarmSH102nrCtyLnIt was at this point that my sense of joy and peace rose to a level impossible to describe. I’ll give the Kickapoo Tribe credit because they are known for their peaceful nature and closeness to Creation. There’s a Quaker Tribal Mission just a little south of their schoolhouse, and I’m told it’s a dominant religion in the tribe. But this overwhelming feeling left me almost giddy, so I pulled off the road and stood in prayer for quite a few minutes. How do you describe the sound of the Spirit Realm thundering through the earth itself? Had it been physically audible, it would have blown out my eardrums with bass notes. I knew it wasn’t simply the song of Creation, if for no other reason than that I was in the middle of some very unnatural crops — Roundup-Ready soybeans and grains were all around me. No, this was directly from the Spirit Realm, but I was commanded to stand still and meet with God for a time. We then shared an apple (ritual eating as if God were right there with you) before I crossed the river and rode on into the town.NCanSH102

As you might expect, the town itself is just another quaint little farming community in rural central Oklahoma. They’ve spent some tax dollars fixing things up in the past few years. There are some fresh sidewalks and curbs, and a few buildings have been refaced. The picture gives away the location as the junction between State Highways 270 and 102.McLoud After heading along their main drag westward a bit, I turned south on 8th Street because it runs down toward a major route with less traffic over to Arena Road. I wanted to see if there had been any progress repairing the washouts along SE 44th between McLoud Road and Harrah Road. To my delight, it was open again. Granted, the repairs are not yet repaved, but the way is open up to that little spot visible down the hill from Harrah Road. It had not changed, still just a hole on one side of the bridge, and I saw where other bicycles had simply jumped over the edge of the dirt piles next to the guardrail.

So copying their example, it was a nice peaceful ride back home on SE 44th making for a 33-mile round trip.

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Photolog: Twin Lakes Ride

Aside from the pictures, there’s nothing new here, and having blathered enough already today, here’s the pictures. Click on any image to enlarge.

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TwinDams

This was supposed to be a panorama of the twin dams, with Lake #2 on the left. The panorama stitching was kinda rough because too much of the foreground was oddly focused.

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