Clayton Ingalls

Apr 122011
 

I just got the message that my next board game is in the mail. It is a train game called Steam. It’s kind of like Ticket to Ride, except you ship goods along the routes for money (points). It is more complicated and I can’t wait to take the next step in train games. I’ve already downloaded a few alternate maps, including Middle Earth.

I want board games. Teresa wants coffee and other fun beverages. If we both bought all we wanted of either it would really hurt our bank accounts. So we have come up with this system to satisfy each other and our bank account. We each get $15 a month. It accumulates if we don’t spend it all in a month. That’s it.

Teresa gets to go to Starbucks a few times during the month and get her beverage fix. I get to get a new game ever 3-4 months. It works great.

We aren’t always the best at staying on top a budget. Usually it isn’t a problem. We are very frugal. We spend less than we make. But not having a clear budget means no clear boundaries. What’s an appropriate amount for coffee or games? For someone like me the answer can be that anything is too much. I can be a bit close fisted with money. Before our present system I would think, “I can’t believe she went to coffee so many times” when I finally got around to looking at our receipts and Teresa had spent $15 during the month. And she would cringe if I talked about maybe buying a game.

We don’t really spend less now than before, but we have boundaries. With boundaries has come a small amount of freedom. There is the freedom to use the money. But the greater freedom has been internal, at least for me. I no longer stress when Teresa says she went to Starbucks. Instead I’m happy for her. I’m glad she gets joy out of a latte. And she isn’t stressed when I tell her I would like to buy a game, which costs a lot more than a coffee. We are more able to share in each others’ joy because of the boundaries.

I could get all deep at this point and talk about God and other boundaries that are good for marriage. Or I could talk about parenting and boundaries. That’s what I would do if this were a sermon. But it’s not.

So here is a “hurrah” to boundaries bringing joy to my marriage!

Mar 312011
 

This is a review of a book that came out in 1987. You have probably read it already or watched the movie. I just got around to reading it though. Here are some of my thoughts, for what it’s worth.

What happens when humanity’s galactic expansion runs into the galactic expansion of a bug-like race? War. Starship Troopers follows Juan Rico as goes through boot camp, joins a special forces unit, and ultimately becomes an officer. Unexpectedly there are only 3 battle sequences and they aren’t the most interesting part of the book by a long shot. Most of the book is taken up in training, in classrooms, and in Juan’s mind as he grows into a leader. This book is more interested in exploring moral and political philosophy than the thrill of battle.

It does so in Juan’s training as his instructors and superior officers teach him. I found the most engaging parts of the books those times when one instructor or another would lay out their perspective on the question’s Juan is asking.

During the course of the book the author, Robert Heinlein, uses those instructors to make a direct assault our ideas of rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, rights to citizenship, and rights to vote. Even so, his universe has an appeal to it, minus the alien bug army set on destroying us all. In this future most people live with great freedom, low taxes, and a high quality of life. But they do so at the loss of self-governance. Only citizens, those who choose to serve a short term in the military, have that privilege. They don’t have the privilege as a right or because of their race, ethnicity, gender, or education. They do so because they have proven they put the group before themselves.

Whether or not such a system would work as he argues (I highly doubt it would be satisfactory) is beside the point. I’m interested in two things. Is it interesting? That is, does it get me thinking? And is there any truth hidden in there?

As for interesting, the answer is definitely yes. As you read this American’s are having intense discussions about rights, freedom, taxes, etc. We can’t even agree on what the most basic rights we share even mean. Even more, the Arab world is struggling as young people rebel for freedom. We assume freedom means democracy in our vision of it. Maybe it doesn’t. Heinlein’s veteran run democracy-like world is a novel attempt at answering the same kinds of questions that the global community is struggling with.

As for truth, there is a little bit of truth hidden in there.  The ideal of placing the group before yourself is no new idea. “Do not ask what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” Many have been inspired by a call to self-sacrifice.

Jesus certainly calls his disciples to it. Jesus’ new commandment to “love one another as I have loved you” is all about sacrificial love. That is one of the core foundations of the life of the church and Christian fellowship. Of course Jesus’ call is harder and deeper than anything Heinlein imagined given that it calls for complete heart transformation. It is also easier given that God works the needed transformation. It Heinlein’s world it takes an impossible amount of grit to give enough.

Heinlein’s world is built on the idea of expansion for self-preservation. He argues that morality is a fiction which only exists as individuals strive to preserve not just themselves, which all animals do, but to preserve the group, humanity. While his rejection of morality is ridiculous, he has a point about the importance to live for something bigger.

Buried deep inside is the fact that we are made with the need to live for something bigger. You could say it’s the God-shaped-hole. While Heinlein would probably cringe at this thought, Starship Troopers points to the truth about our human need for God and his love AND our need to live for God and for others. He just gets a little confused about who God is.

Would I recommend reading it if you haven’t. Absolutely. The thought exercise is worth it alone. And the last battle is pretty awesome.

A very brief review of the movie
After reading this Teresa and I watched the 1997 movie based on the book. We have a friend who in college regularly would bring up the greatness of  the movie. Anyone who had seen it utterly disagreed with him. Here is the reason. The movie took anything good from the book, removed it, and made no attempt to replace it with anything of substance. While I didn’t expect it to explore the philosophical topics, it had potential as an action film.

Yet even the action was a castrated version of the book. In the book each infantry has an armored, robotic suit. Imagine an army where each soldier is Iron Man carrying an arsenal of nuclear and biological weapons. Yet the movie mostly includes unarmored men and women running around as giant bugs cut them in half.

I official name it one of the worst movies ever.

Mar 222011
 

A few days ago I got the semi-annual call from Belmont University during their alumni fund drive. I talked with the student that called for a few minutes and listened to her pitch. Then I dodged giving.

Teresa and I have given to Belmont all of one time since we graduated. We gave $5 to the Religion Department to buy M&Ms for the secretary’s desk because we both had fond memories of eating her M&Ms. We have many great memories from Belmont. Some of our best friends are still people we met there.

So why don’t I give? Bitterness. Near the end of my time at Belmont the school tore down the ministry building in which that much of my campus life was centered. It made me angry. I felt hurt that the school seemed to care so little for us of our space. They replaced our space with a parking garage. I’ve never let that go.

In other words, I still haven’t forgiven them. For 9 years I have apparently been holding on to this. When I think back on my time at Belmont I think about the good times. But even more I brood over this one event. Even as I write this I”m experiencing feelings of anger and pain and disappointment. Not giving has been my act of vengeance, even if it is passive retribution.

I need to let it go. I need to forgive the specific people who made the decisions. It is pretty absurd that after nine years I would still hold this decision against the whole university when it was a handful of people who made it.

Part of forgiveness for me is letting go of my pride. For me that means I can quit thinking that my experience was superior because things are now different than when I was there. I’m pretty sure plenty of students have wonderful experiences and grown in their faith like I did since I left.

It also means that I need to let go of holding this against the school when it comes to deciding whether to give when they call. Does it mean I will give? Probably not. As great as Belmont is, I’m more likely to give to my seminary than to Belmont. And I’m more likely to give to a variety of other things before my seminary.

My faith compels me to want to give to my church, to missions, to those who train Christian leaders, to organizations that work for justice and peace. But Belmont deserves a fair hearing and I haven’t given it that because I have stubbornly refused to forgive. Not anymore.

Mar 152011
 

How I Finally Picked This Book Up
For the last 2-3 days I’ve been reading On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness by Andrew Peterson. I first heard about this book from Eric and Rachel McLaughlin. They loved it. Even though they are some of our most trusted friends, that wasn’t enough to get to me to go get it.

I know Andrew Peterson primarily as a songwriter and musician. Maybe if I had ever listened to more than a couple of his songs I would have been more motivated until now. My primary barrier was that I couldn’t get it at the library. 95% or more of the books I read I get from the library. I just can’t afford to go out and buy all the books I want to read. This just didn’t make it high enough on my list.

Then I started following a blog partly run by Andrew Peterson. It was thoughtful, honest, and largely about faith and the arts. They had picked up Thomas McKenzie’s movie reviews, which I highly recommend, and I got hooked.

Anyway, I finally broke down and bought the book. Then it sat on the shelf because I kept getting books from the library and they have a time limit. Eventually I had no more library books, so I started reading.

The Review
I’m only half way through, so my attitude might change, but at this point I think you should go buy the book too.

To start you need to know three things. One, it is a children’s/young adult book. The main character is 12 and a 12-year-old will enjoy the book. But so will you. Two, it is takes place in a fantasy world with lizard people, dragons, trolls, etc. If you don’t like that kind of stuff, don’t let it keep you from reading this. Three, it isn’t a Newbury winner because Newbury winners don’t have any kind of real hope. This book has hope.

The plot revolves around the Igiby children who live in Skree, which has been unfortunate enough to have been taken over by the Fangs of Dang. The kids get in trouble with the Fangs, but they also find a treasure map for to the very treasure for which the Fangs are looking. I’m only half way through, but so far all their adventures keep them close to home as the children begin to learn the true identity of their family and try, most unsuccessfully, to avoid the Fangs.

The writing, characters and names are whimsical and silly. There are toothy cows for instance. But it is also filled with history of the world that Peterson has created. There are footnotes all over the place with little bits of history of people, places, and stories that are referenced. The obvious themes of good and evil are there, but Peterson also writes about the longing for adventure and for something better. He writes of how one character  feels a sense of homesickness even at his happiest moments at home. He writes about things that resonate. While being goofy, it also builds tension, suspension, and a sense that something big is taking place in this small mundane town and in the lives of the characters.

I’ve known people for years who loved Andrew Peterson’s music and raved about his Christmas tour. On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness makes me want to go find out what they have been raving about. I look forward to finding out what happens and buying the sequel when I’m done. This is the kind of book that I can’t wait to read to my daughter.