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Jan. 31st, 2010 @ 06:50 pm Bridging the Rift
The following is from Mr. Michael "Ratface" Sixeagles.

Bridging the Rift

There were two very good friends working in a field. They had taken a break from their labor to stop and chat in the cool of the morning. As they were speaking, a woman passed between them. One of them commented on the woman's beautiful green hat. His friend said "loathe as I am to disagree with you, the woman was wearing a lovely red hat."
"My dearest friend, I hate to argue with you at all about anything." said the first man. "But the hat was green."
"It was red."
"It was green."
"Red."
"Green."
"RED!"
"GREEN!"
So vehement was each man at proclaiming what he knew to be the truth that they argued well into the night. Each man went home angry. each man told his own family and friends about the fight. soon, their whole village was up in arms with the reds divided against the greens. the two former friends stood in the village square shouting at each other when who should come by but the woman in the hat, walking the other way. Both men stood and gazed in amazement. The green hat had become red! And the red hat had become green! As they watched her pass, they saw the truth. The hat was red on one side and green on the other. Both men had been so busy proclaiming their version of the truth that they did not take the time to investigate the hat itself to discover the real truth.

The church of God is an amazing thing. We are the hands and feet of God on the Earth. We are the proclaimers of the gospel. We are the preservers of god's word. We are the reflection of god's glory. Sadly, we are as yet highly imperfect. A problem which plagues God's church and has since the days of Paul is infighting. We become divided over issues that concern us. Sometimes, the issues are legitimately serious. For example, if one part of the congregation insists that the bible is not the word of God and the other half that it is, those who stand by the scriptures cannot meet the other side half way. This is an issue on which there can be no compromise. If the half that does not trust in the scriptures will not budge on their position, they should not be allowed to continue as voting members of God's church. At other times, churches are divided over the most trifling thing. Division has occurred over things as miniscule as the color of the carpet, what to do with the piano bench, or whether the Lord's prayer should include the word "debts" or "tresspasses".

Unfortunately, our fellowship has been so divided. It is sad, but true. It has not been an amiable parting either. There have been a great many attacks, character assaults, accusations and counter-accusations. The whole affair has been a great, tangled mess which has disheartened and / or disgusted many.

My friends, it is our duty to glorify God before the world. We have not discharged our duty in this matter. Instead, we have presented Him as the father of a squabbling, spiteful family whose love does not nearly measure up to their anger, or in some cases, their apathy.

The problem we face is twofold. It starts with a situation which two parties view from different perspectives. Though they see the same thing, they cannot agree on what they see, and it has led to a great deal of fighting, even by people who have no business being involved at all.

During this time, there should have been individuals with clear heads and calm hearts stepping up to quiet the anger and quell the fighting. Instead, the vast majority of us have been silent, content to sit back and mind our own business while the two halves of this church tear at each other.

We have strayed so far from Jesus' wish for us. When He prayed in the garden on the night of His arrest, he prayed that all of us might be one.

1 John 17:20-23
20 "My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message,
21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.
22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one:
23 I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.

What would Jesus tell us to do if He were physically among us? First, I am sure He would tell us to calm down. Next, He would tell us to drop our accusations against one another. I am therefore asking that all forum posts and journal entries regarding this conflict be taken down. I am asking both sides to take initiative in this. Do not wait for te other side to take theirs down first. Remember what we are told in 1 Corinthians 13:4,5.

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

I know that there are many of you who are thinking "But Michael, I have not been involved in the fighting." That is not good enough. Even those of you who are not voting members of either half of this church, if you are children of God, you are part of this family, and if you have sat back and done nothing, you are guilty of negligence. I speak especially to those of you who show up on Saturday or Sunday nights and listen to the preacher, then go on your way, never to be seen again until the next service. You know who you are. I say this not to shame you, but to encourage you to do well for one another. We are parts of a body. It is a body that is very sick, and broken. Healing needs to occur, but it never will if organs are sucking up nutrients and giving nothing back.

If you are not currently standing up to leave because I have offended you, you will be asking what it is I want you to do. My simple answer is to work for peace. In greater detail, I want you to comfort those who are hurting. Intercede when things get heated. Be active in whichever half of the church you are attending and when someone pushes votes for a spiteful action, cast your vote against them. Be the voice of reason.

Note that I am not saying we must put things back the way they were. Things will never go back to the way they were. But with some work and a great deal of love, perhaps we can at least heal to the point where we are impressing people with our love for one another in the manner of Christ rather than filling them with disgust and contempt.



Today's Reading: 1 Corinthians 1:10-17
10 I appeal to you, brothers, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another so that there may be no divisions among you and that you may be perfectly united in mind and thought.
11 My brothers, some from Chloe's household have informed me that there are quarrels among you.
12 What I mean is this: One of you says, "I follow Paul"; another, "I follow Apollos"; another, "I follow Cephas "; still another, "I follow Christ."
13 Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Were you baptized into the name of Paul?
14 I am thankful that I did not baptize any of you except Crispus and Gaius,
15 so no one can say that you were baptized into my name.
16 (Yes, I also baptized the household of Stephanas; beyond that, I don't remember if I baptized anyone else.)
17 For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel--not with words of human wisdom, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power.
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Apr. 12th, 2009 @ 07:23 pm Re: Ssssomebody
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
To the "anonymous" poster who wrote about "furry sickness": Let's go over some facts.

I am pastor of a wonderful church. Membership and attendance are both growing. The people here are good, kind, Christians who love God and their neighbors and have no tolerance for hatred nor heresy. We've seen a number of people come to a saving knowledge of Christ, which is the test of any ministry. If this church has not been approved and blessed by God, I'll eat my whiskers.

I am the owner of a radio station which is growing in popularity and currently features 119 independent artists. I am also a minor celebrity in the webcomics industry.

I am a straight-A student at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh Online who is looking at graduating with a perfect 4.0, perhaps even as valedictorian.

I have a ladyfriend with whom I have a loving relationship and zero fornication, unlike a few other people I could name. I don't make a lot of money, but I do honest work. I live in my own apartment where I take care of myself, doing my own shopping, cooking, cleaning, etc.

In January, I undertook the Otter Day Eve Endurance Challenge and won. I have hanging on my bedroom door a white scarf to prove that I am an overcomer.

In short, I see no evidence of any "furry disease".

As for the certain someone you say I turned my back on, no, I didn't. He turned his back on himself. He is living in an unhealthy, abusive situation where he cannot flourish and is unable to begin the work to which God has called him. You and I both know that we are not talking overprotective parents. We're talking illegal actions. He has said many times that he is going to move out of that situation. I afforded him every help I could. Every time, he balks. When he was going to come out here to live with me, YOU caused him to balk. For years I put up with listening to him complain about his situation for hours at a time while I put everything on hold to listen. Because he has made the decision to stay in an abusive home, that situation is now self-inflicted. We are still friends and we talk often, but sympathy is no longer there. I won't help a man who refuses to help himself.

Going back to the disease, you are the one who has a problem. You hate part of God's family without reason and you condone illegal abuse. Ssssomebody, you are the one with the disease, not me. To quote Kurrel the Raven, "If you need to put a wierdo down to feel bigger, you're a sad sort of person and sicker than Doug Winger."
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Oct. 16th, 2008 @ 09:33 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Dad and I had an unexpected project today. My sister's porch roof was so badly dilapidated that she was afraid it would fall on someone. Looking at it, I could see why. So Dad and I pulled the roof off, but once we were done, we were far too exhausted to tackle the framework. Maybe we can leave it up and put fiberglass on it.
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Oct. 3rd, 2008 @ 01:28 am Getting better
Current Mood: happyhappy
Things have been... interesting. My life has taken a turn for the better. First and foremost, I have a ladyfriend. Not quite a girlfriend, but more than a buddy. I'm not sure I should mention her name, lest I embarrass her, but I will say that she's a very special tiger. When I see her. it's like I get filled with energy that keeps me going through the next day. She doesn't even have to DO anything. Just being there is enough to make me feel alive.

I have a new car. It's a black Intrepid. Yeah, we finally had to admit that the Neon was not going to get fixed, so we traded it for a stove and a dishwasher, then dad took me to buy the new car. Grandma loaned the money, on the condition that I keep the bird feeder outside her window filled. I'm calling my new car "The Black Pearl".

I have my job as the church custodian back again. I like being able to serve God and not having to deal with irate customers. It's also just the right amount of physical labor for my body to handle.

I'm in my second year at the art school, now, and I'm getting solid 100%'s. I passed my last class with about 108%. I'm disappointed. I know I could have done better.
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Sep. 11th, 2008 @ 09:33 pm It's a Christian!
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
I led a friend to Jesus today! Joy!
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Aug. 16th, 2008 @ 09:16 pm Been a while, hasn't it?
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: One Little Star
Well, I finally got around to resetting my password. Things had been bad for a while. I was overworking myself and getting very little done. I had even dropped all my comics for lack of time. It was very depressing. I feel more encouraged now, thanks to some very supportive friends, such as Ann, Xyie and Cho. I plan to post here a little more often.
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Jul. 5th, 2006 @ 10:54 pm sigh
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything.

I don't know if I'll be posting much in the future. One thing I have learned and which was re-impressed upon me today is that it's not a good idea to be perfectly open with anybody.
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Apr. 1st, 2006 @ 12:44 am difficulties
Current Mood: sadsad
Current Music: Everybody Hurts
It's darn hard getting in here when you can't remember passwords. You'll notice I haven't been in here in a while. Part of it is because I've been busy. Part is because of the password thing.

A lot has happened in the past few month. Pastor Von, the man who pastored Grace Baptist before my father, pased away. Pandora has broken up. Though I haven't had a temper since I stopped taking antidepressants, the attacks I got when I tried to nudge the other artists into doing something for the group or for charity... It was as if Pandora was a sweet little doggie that had suddenly gone rabbid. It was so exactly the polar opposite of what it was meant to be that I really didn't se any alternative but to tear it down and start over. So that's what I did.

Of course, almost nobody understood. I've been such a you-know-what in the past that everyone assumed I was having a tantrum. Martin would not talk to me for months. Of the over a dozen artists that were in the group, only Wallaroo has come back. (Excluding the members of Team Intense) Even Ellie has not updated House of Lost Dreams in ages.

It happened so many months ago, but it still hurts. It used to be such a pleasure to serve the others by drawing all my comics and building up a large number of member comics to draw readers in. Now I get almost no joy at all from drawing my comics.

On the upside, I'm doing web-sonics, now. These are audio dramas rather like the old 50's and 60's radio shows. I'm doing one by myself called TF Help Desk. It's a TCW spin-off that runs about 6 minutes. The other one is a half-hour show about Otter Island. It's gotten BIG. Over a dozen cast and crew members, now. Among them: Wanderer, Jude the Rat, Kaninus, Ashenfox, Eala Dubh, Ann Vole, and now I've even got Phil Geusz and Jon Krupp on board. It's so awesome to hear the characters come to life, especially with full sound effects and background music. Kind of like the first time I saw my favorite pokemon in fully animated 3-D. (By the way, anyone who knows anything about Pokemon psychology, give me a ring. My Blastoise has got problems.)
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Dec. 21st, 2004 @ 02:20 am The kids
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: Otter's Lullaby
Have I ever told you about my kids?
Well, they're not technically my kids. They are dear young friends who, during the time we got to know each other, needed an extra parent. So you could say I became their "Furry Godfather".

First there's Xan, the armadillo. His father lives in another state, so I'm the one who takes him to the zoo and teaches him other languages and attends his school plays, and I couldn't be happier with the arrangement.

Then there's Frost the tiger, who just needed someone who understands him. As a sci-fi writer, I can understand a lot of strange things, people included. We've spent countless hours talking about this and that and playing with the props from "The Changing Workplace". He's kind of outgrown me, though, which I understand. He's gotten to a place where he prefers to live seriously, and as one born to make people laugh, seriousness doesn't come easy.

Kyle the raccoon is a great kid. At least, I always see him as a kid. He's so young at heart I have to remind myself he's a teenager... until he tells me something profoundly wise. I think Kyle has been much more helpful to me these past years than I've been to him. He's the one I can always go to when I need a shoulder to cry on.

And then there's Martin. When we met, Martin was pretty much convinced that he was worthless and a disappointment to his family. I wish I could take credit for turning him around, but the thing that really did it was his decision to let Christ in and allow Him to change him from the inside. Now, He's gone from loser to champion, as he's studying to become a lawyer. I'm so proud! Of course, I know it's only a matter of time before he gets into his real passion- filmmaking! I know that boy can do anything.

And of course, you all know Amanda. She's not real. At least, not yet. Amanda is the embodiment of my hopes to have a child of my own. But even before she's come into this world, I love her so much that I can hardly wait. I just hope I've guessed correctly. I'll be really embarassed if she turns out to be a boy. I won't love him any less, naturally. I'll just have to do a lot of editing on the old comic strips.

I adore all my "children". We don't always see eye to eye on everything, but we love and we forgive, and that's what's important.

I don't know if I should mention him, but there is one more person. A wonderful young man by the name of CJ fur. He hasn't deigned to call me "furry godfather" yet, but well... CJ, if you're reading this, (and i know you will) I just want you to know that I care about you like I do one of my own boys. When you hurt, I hurt, and sometimes I just with I could be there to give you a great big hug and make everything better.
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Aug. 17th, 2004 @ 12:29 am Busy week
Current Mood: enthralledenthralled
Well... like the subject line says, it's a very busy week for me.
First of all, I made a major mistake with the comic syndicate which rendered one of our servers unusable. Now I'm paying for that mistake by moving sites from one server to another and going through and changing many of the internal links so that everything works again. As long as I'm dong that, I'm going to try to bugfix those awful TCW archives.
I had minor surgery today. Had a nasty, weird blemish on my shoulder that may have been cancerous, so I had it removed. I didn't realize until later that the arm which I must now refrain from moving to much until the wound heals up is the one I use my cane with.
Tomorrow I am going to get my first pair of glasses. I really need them. As I was lying there getting sewn up today, I was trying to read a sign that was about 4 feet from my face and couldn't. I was afraid there wouldn't be enough money for this eye exam, but Hallelujah, there was just enough.
Wednesday, I go in for a job interview at Wal-Mart. I hope I can get a job that is not physically strenuous.
I found some berries growing in my garden this weekend. They looked like blueberries, and I had sewn blueberries the previous summer, so I tried one. So did Mom. It tasted like a tomato. I found out later that the berries are nightshade. Not deadly nightshade, thank goodness, but black nightshade, which becomes safe once the berries are mature. Still a bit of a shock, though.
I'm giving German lessons to two of the kids who came along on the trip to the reservation. One of them is my nephew, Xan. Most of you know him. He's the big, pink armadillo in "Amanda". They're both very good, but Xan especially is a wiz. I am very proud of his progress.

As I thought about my last journal entry earlier today, it occurred to me that I might have sounded like I was whining about the home we were staying in. By no means. True, it was not comfortable, but that is not what is important. What IS important is that it's the one place which took us in.
That got me thinking. There was another very humble, uncomfortable place which took in some weary travelers. It was a stable in bethlehem. Just a stable. The hosts weren't even human. They were barn animals. Yet today, that stable has become sacred in the hearts of Christians. Not because it was luxurious or impressive or stately, but because it was the one place that made room for the Messiah. Herod lived in a palace at the time (I'm sure), yet how many people even remember it? Do you ever see someone erecting a replica of Herod's palace in their yard at Christmastime? How many people even speak Herod's name except with a tinge of contempt? Yet today, we make statues to commemorate the animals who shared their home with baby Jesus. The donkey who bore Mary on his back has received greater honor than most of the kings who ever reigned on the Earth put together, and rightly so.
So though I complain, I say to all the Sioux who have shown us kindness during our visit that you have done a wondrous thing in God's eyes, and in mine as well. Thank you, and may the Creator reward you richly.

Better go, now. All this typing has made my arm REALLY hurt. Good night, everyone, and as they say on the island, "Mungu yeetek u!"
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