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Wo! Men are Weak

December 29, 2011 By Philip Leave a Comment

I couldn’t disagree more with the saying that women are the weaker sex.  Looking at the evidence, it seems clear to me that men  are superiorly weaker. We are better at being weaker.  Yeh Men!

But before I go too far toward the voiding of my man card I must put forward some disclaimers.  I am a man.  A happily married man.  Speaking of married, my wife, Tamara posted a similar entry on her blog.  I am not copying her entry.  This is something we’ve been discussing for awhile, she just posted on it first. You are welcome to read her post first since its more entertaining.  Plus that way when you read mine you’ll … well, you’ll see another side.  Less Shi Tzu action.  Still have a hard time getting that image out of my mind.  Very disturbing, but funny.

While I think that women are undervalued and under-appreciated, I also believe that the weakness that is the modern man can be corrected.

So the evidence.  Simply put men are sexist, sex-crazed, lazy, uncouth, poor fathers, arrogant, violent, greedy,  and lack follow through.

It is common knowledge that most of the bad things in the world come through the action of men. Be it wars, rapes, genocides, serial killers, murders, thievery, arson, vagrancy, social stratification, illegitimate children, orphans, pornography, and disaster movies.

I could post actual evidence to support each of these claims, but I don’t feel like it, don’t need it and some other reason which I’ve forgotten.

I used to think that “Guys were Jerks.” As a high schooler, who didn’t do casual dating, my impression of other guys my age was that they were all sex crazed brutes.   Now I realize that my impression of the American Teenage male was as much propaganda as anything.  The media and society tells young men that they should be sex crazed and can’t control their passions.  A popular song when I was a teenage had this lie/manifesto in its chorus “You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.” Many buy into this lie, but many have not, or are yearning for something better to buy into.  I refused to act like a mammal, I’m a child of God and as a teenager took the challenge to behave as such.

On this note, I was told and challenged by my parents and teachers (school, children and youth leaders) that men could control their passions.  In fact, the Bible commands men to keep it in their pants and wait until marriage to have sex.  Our society laughs at this and says no guy can remain pure.  Correction:  I did.  I was a virgin when I married at the age of 23.  I was no saint, but our schools curfew policy plus my girlfriend (now wife) and I wanted to wait until marriage so we somehow made it through 3 years of dating and were virgins on our wedding night.  The next day not so much. There is definitely a counter current to the mainstream.  If you’re reading this, then maybe you can become part of this standard, lighthouse. Going with the flow is a sure fire way to drown.

I have seen too many articles, papers, newsclips and “experts” saying that waiting until marriage is passe and impossible.  That young people should wait until they are serious and then practice “safe sex.”  Bull shit.  There is no such thing as “safe sex” and men CAN be strong and keep themselves pure until marriage.

The way I see it is that women are stable.  God has made women to nurture, train, support, strengthen, nourish and encourage their husbands… and children.  Men need women.   Men are less stable.  In fact, I would argue that men are obsessive and God made them this way.

The problem that our society has found is that men’s obsessions are not properly focused.

Historically men had to be obsessed.  Their livelihood depended upon their ability to: grow crops in erratic weather, protect flocks, kill predators and hunt prey, develop cities, irrigation, architecture, engineering, natural obstacles, exploration, science, medicine, literature and grammatically incorrect sentences.

Men are obsessive but that can and should be a huge blessing.  Steve Jobs was obsessed with computers, phones and mp3 players.  George Washington was obsessed with independence and a new nation.  George Washington Carver was obsessed with peanuts.  Archimedes with engineering.  Plato with philosophy.  Alexander with world domination (as well as a million other men … can’t recall a female with such violent ambition).  Robin Hood with social justice (yes, to my conservative friends I just cussed).  Martin Luther King Jr. with civil rights.  Abraham Lincoln with national unity.  Louis Pasteur with invisible little soldiers (viruses).  Orville and Wilbur with flight.  Later Orville would become obsessed with popcorn and Wilbur with spiders.  The list could and does go.  Thomas Edison, Alexander Graham Bell, Bill Gates, Henry Ford, Teddy Roosevelt (conservation), Cal Ripken, Dirk Nowitzki (had to include my man and his obsession with putting a spherical orb through a 360 degree loop in front of 30,000 crazies cheering the cause of converging circles).

I read once, and made this argument in my social studies class, that the only force powerful enough to defeat the Vikings was … women.  The Vikings raided across Europe with abandon until they started to take local European women as their brides (and other less noble relationships).  But once the Vikings had wives and children to protect (only a Viking man knows what other Viking men are thinking) they couldn’t leave their new home on their reckless raids.  One thing led to another and the Vikings assimilated into European society.  The same pattern of raiders assimilating into the local population has occurred a thousand times over throughout history thanks to women.

My daugher, Abby, wonders why women aren’t more famous.  I’ve thought about that a lot.  Having three daughters makes me consider our world’s obsession with the obsessed.  We tend to forget the billions of women whose stability has created the environment where these obsessed men could create such marvelous things.  Our world is not a vacuum.  In fact I’d argue that women are the petri dish upon which men’s obsessions can properly grow and develop. When a man succeeds there is little doubt the role his mother, sisters, wife and daughters played in his success.  Not to mention his teachers, early crushes, female friends and fans.  Men like it when women appreciate them.  There is nothing so gratifying and encouraging as appropriate female appreciation.  Men laughing at my jokes doesn’t do much for me, I’m just saying.

But instead of appreciating their influence our world portrays women as simply sexual objects and labels wives as “my old lady” or “ball and chain.”  If men are like ships heading head long on some great adventure then the ball and chain metaphor may actually work.  Women are the anchor. Anchors don’t get the accolades that they deserve.  We know about the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria.  We know about the Mayflower.  The importance of their anchors has been lost (BTW ironically they were Jose, Fernando, Santos Marcos and June Bug).  But just ask King Philip II’s Armada about the importance of a safe harbor, and ability to anchor and weather a storm. (FYI 1/3 of his ships were sunk off Ireland because they didn’t have a safe harbor to retreat to after being beaten by Queen Elizabeth’s Navy.)

In our world we’ve tried to “free” men from their social responsibilities (monogamy, fatherhood, family fidelity) and the fruits of our emancipation has been a nation full of men enslaved to pornography, pleasure, video games, self advancement and sports.  And I wish that last item was a joke – more on this in a future entry.

My wife put it quite well in her article: are men really that weak? I am not.  I am obsessed, but not by the things the world tells me I should be obsessed with.

Its about time men stopped abdicating their responsibilities and changed a diaper (yes, you’d be surprised by how many men never or rarely changed their baby’s diaper).  Men need to tuck their children in, read and pray with them.  Teach their sons how to treat women.  How to defend their sisters.  (Physically men are stronger, but strength is so much more than muscle mass).

This challenge is for me, but you can read it if you want.  Imagine a Stuart Smalley face to face in the mirror.  ”Philip, you’re good enough to stay focused on what God has called you to do.  You’re smart enough to avoid distractions and remain obsessed with the things worthy of such focus.  And gosh darn it Philip, people would like you more if you stopped talking to yourself in the mirror.”

I humbug Santa

December 25, 2011 By Philip 1 Comment

AKA – Why I killed Santa and would do it again

I just finished e-mailing my brother John, who is currently on deployment with the US Army in the Middle East.  He had called earlier today and then sent an e-mail wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.

The thing is, Christmas is also John’s birthday.  But for 40 years now (Dude, is he really that old?  That would make me…. 2 1/2 years less old) John has shared his birthday with Jesus.  And although my parents tried to differentiate between their savior and their son, I’m afraid we all know who got the short end of the stick when John was growing up.

This is an all too real problem for many whose birthdays coincide with major holidays.  Its hard to compete.

And that is why Santa must die!  And that’s why I no longer regret killing him a few years ago.

I’ve been teaching 6th grade for 11 years now.  Two years ago was the only time Santa ever came up in my class.  I thought for sure that all of my students knew that Santa was fictional by the 6th grade.  So when they asked me if Santa was real, I hesitated and then said “that as far as I knew, Santa didn’t exist.  That he was actually based on a Christian priest in Turkey, Saint Nicholas.”

I didn’t think anything else of it until the next day when an irate parent accused me of killing Santa Claus. That her son still believed in Santa and that I had ruined Christmas.

I felt bad.  That was never my intention.  During the course of our conversation she said that she wanted to keep her son innocent and encourage him to enjoy his childhood.  Basically, she didn’t want him to grow up too quickly.  Santa was one of the last childhood vestiges of innocence that her son had.  And I had killed Santa.

I’m not used to getting parents mad at me.  In fact over the 11 years of teaching I can count on my hands how many times I’ve had parents PO’ed at me.  For some reason I’ve been fortunate to have a good repoire with my students and their parents.  So when this parent was mad at me it caused me some serious reflection.

During our conversation I remember giving my arguments for why I was even talking about Santa during my Social Studies class. We talk about religions in 6th grade, culture, holidays, festivals and cultural diffusion (Christmas being a great case in point) and I strive to be honest with my students.

Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t kill Santa in every one of my social studies classes for the past 11 years.  I’m a mass murderer.  Or at least I’m premeditating the murder of a thousand Santas.  I’m a monster.

Let’s see if my monster logic is a crazy as it seems.

As mentioned, Santa is a legend based off of one, possibly two, Christian priests named Nicholas.  But few people in America know this much.  And Christmas?  Well it was the Mass celebrating the birth of Christ.  In the few classes where I’ve taught a brief lesson on Christmas this information alone is more than most of my students have ever heard.  Next, Holiday.  Well Holiday literally means “Holy Day.”  Gaskets are blowing.  Minds are opening.  Kids are waking up.  Its amazing.

And as my brother John can attest, sharing a holiday means someone’s going to the get the short end of the stick.  I hate to be the person that repeats the mantra but “Jesus is the reason for the Season.”  So I won’t.

The reason my wife and I have never taught our children that Santa is real (though we have shared with them the story of the real Saint Nicholas) is that we want them to believe us.  If we purposefully lie to them for 5-12 years (depending upon when they catch on) then what other of our beliefs will they suspect are also lies?  We want to carefully guard those things that we really do believe.  If we are so careless with the truth and lie to them about Santa then one day when they “grow up” they will question everything we taught them.

A group of athiests has also made this connection and compares Santa with the Easter Bunny, Leprechauns and Jesus.

Which leads me to a related, but divergent, thought.  What is the power of belief, if what one believes in is false?  It seems our society really values belief.  We are amazed by Tim Tebow’s beliefs.  We have movies encouraging us to “just believe.”  We even have a major add compaign by Sony Playstation encouraging people to “Make Believe.”

Pardon me for killing Santa, but I don’t care what you believe.  Honestly, you shouldn’t care what I believe.  Has anyone lost sight of the fact that there is truth and there are lies.  When we celebrate lies as a means to keep our innocence are we doing ourselves any favors?

Now, I do think we should show respect for others beliefs (which is why, don’t worry parents, I won’t kill Santa in my class anymore), but eventually the truth always wins out over falsehood.  I’d much rather be on the side of the cold hard facts then on the warm mirage of falsehood.

Final illustration.  There are two gifts under the Christmas Tree (also a pagan symbol that has nothing to do with Jesus – but I digress).  One is a huge box full of cheap toys that will all break or get lost within a month.  The other is a much smaller box that contains a notebook.  Its easier to get kids excited about the huge box, but where’s the challenge in that?  The smaller gift, while obviously less puffy and jolly, is infinitely more valuable. Inside of that box is a notebook full of the account numbers and passwords for their College Savings Accounts and Trust Funds as well as a family history and parental words of wisdom.

Ironically, the truth of Christmas makes an even greater, fantastical story then the made up ones ever will.  This is one of those cases where the truth is stranger than fiction.  Santa isn’t real.  There is no Santa’s workshop, flying sleighs, elves or red nosed reindeers. The truth is that the God of the universe loves us so much that He came down here and dwelt among us.  God became man.  And this man didn’t raise Easter bunnies or lay colorful eggs.  What this God/Man did AFTER He got here is another case of Truth trumping fiction.  But that I’ll have to save that for the day when I hunt down and skin the Easter Bunny.

Flight of the Fightless (Carefully Confront or Cowardice)

December 22, 2011 By Philip Leave a Comment

Ironically enough, I decided today to start dropping names in this blog.  I’ve not mentioned many people but have every intention of referencing people whenever appropriate… starting next entry.

For this entry I want to talk about confrontation.  It has come to my attention that I intimidate people.  This comes as a surprise to me since I’ve always considered myself approachable and teachable.

It makes me want to beat them up for saying I’m difficult to confront.  The nerve of some people!

Besides the fact my humor missed, the ability of myself to beat people up is also absent.

This comment from a co-worker did catch me off guard and has got me thinking.  How approachable am I really?  Do I receive from others?  Am I open to advice, feedback and other people’s misguided opinions?

I am still contemplating this remark about my being intimidating.  Probably the reason it comes as such a surprise is because to be intimidating means I have something worthy of being feared.  If only I knew how Stalin laughed I’d try to mimic it here (ala: Better to be feared then loved).  My physical presence has never been of the intimidating sort.  Frankly I’m a nerd … and this may be what intimidates people.  Either that or my keen wit.

Yes, I’m completely lost as well.  To misquote Edison, “I didn’t fail, I found three explanations that didn’t work.”  Well, I will ruminate on my intimidating nature and may address that later.

But for now I’ll talk about the fightless.  It is no secret that my secret ambition is to stir the pot.  I don’t run from a fight.  I believe I’m wise enough to avoid stupid fights, but I don’t like bullies and will stand up to such ruffians whenever and wherever I have sufficient back up.

The subject of this entry is the average person who avoids fights at all cost.  Avoiding direct confrontation, many seem to revert to gossip, bitterness, revenge, pettiness and ultimately apathy.

My personal opinion (redundant much?) is that most people don’t care enough to confront.  Confrontation is hard.  I’ll admit that there are few people that I am close enough, or care enough about to confront.  If I do confront someone I hardly know it is usually only for the moment. (i.e. two weeks ago another co-worker said that radical Christians were just as bad as radical Muslims – yes, I didn’t let that go.  Until after the meeting, and now I don’t care enough about her to correct the gross misrepresentation).

Back to the person that said I was intimidating.  I’ve been racking my brain to remember the last time I was confronted by this individual and can only recall one time 2 years ago.  I guess I leave quite an impression.  That’s a good thing right?

As with anything, there needs to be a balance with confrontation.  I’ve known a few people who relish confrontation too much and bully people with their opinions and verbal abuse.  Unfortunately, I know of few people that can carefully confront.  My friend Bryan did this a few months ago.  He had something that he needed to share with me, so he invited me out for a burger (which is unusual in and of itself, 90% of the time I pay for the meals when I eat with others) and shared his concerns.  While what he had to say did sting, in the end I have a deeper respect and appreciation because he took the time to carefully confront.

My wife, Tamara Pfanstiel, has been struggling with a number of theological issues.  The biggest being the role of women in Christianity.   She has written about this journey, struggle and the questions she has on her blog (link).  I’m very proud of her for her honesty and while I don’t agree with everything she has written and would word it differently, I’m proud of her work regardless.  Besides if she were my female clone I’d never have married her.

The funny thing to me is that many of her controversial entries come from the confrontations that she and I have had over the years.  It goes without saying that many of her friends are concerned about her salvation, sanity and sailor speech.  Yet not one has taken the time to confront her in a respectful way, that I know of.  That would take too much time and effort.  Instead people will gossip, blast a harsh e-mail, comment on her facebook page, or avoid her altogether.

I wish my wife had the kind of friends that would care enough to confront.  They’d find that my wife is very approachable and worthy of the effort. But alas, how many people will take a stand for what they believe and confront someone they care about?  Instead most, it seems, take flight and refuse to fight.  Besides such an engagement, like any fight, will leave both parties bruised … and stronger.  I can see why so many people avoid it.

I have a hard time respecting such cowardice.

And I will drop names next entry… once my spine arrives.

Praise be the Power of a Positive Perspective

August 27, 2011 By Philip Leave a Comment

It wasn’t a grand party where everyone was invited, but the pity party I held for myself this summer was more of a casual meet and greet affair. I’m not the depressive sort, but I’ve been at a lower than usual point for the past few months.

Then I watched an ironically inspiring movie, “The Way Back” about prisoners who escape from a World War II era Soviet Gulag in Siberia and walk due south from Siberia, through Mongolia, China and Tibet and to freedom in India.

Watching depressing movies (though this one does inspire at the right times) about what others have had to endure gives great perspective to ones own troubles.

For a few months now I’ve been relating myself to Joseph, but the problem (and I’m thankful for this problem) is that the troubles I’ve endured are nothing compared to Joseph.

Now after watching this movie I feel as if any inconvenience, extra work, delayed dream, tight budget, lack of recognition, physical imperfection, 100 degree heat, burst water pipe and even backed up toilets are nothing in comparison.

The problem is such perspective is a pity party buzz killer. Its hard to feel sorry for oneself when you see how much you’ve been blessed and how much others have had to endure to gain a fraction of what one in America has been given for free.

The other lesson I’m taking from this movie is the simple motto of “just keep walking.” While the movie has its moments, is beautifully shot and has good acting, its hard to transform a grueling walk across terrible terrain into a quick montage with a rock anthem. So the movie makes the right choice by showing the agony, monotony and price that the long walk takes on the escaped prisoners. And the reason that they make it isn’t some grand intervention or salvation, but simply because they never gave up and kept walking. Step by step, hill by hill, mile by mile until they reached their destination. There is a profound truth in that for each of us. We are promised success and that we will reap a harvest for our efforts, ordeals and travails if we just don’t quit. If we keep walking.

This may not be the get out of whatever jail one is in free card that Americans are used to, but it is very biblical. And such a perspective can change the feel of a pity party into a perseverance party in no time flat. True, not a lot of people will show up for a perseverance party (the favors are a little gamey) but no one showed up for the pity party either. The good news is that at least this time I didn’t send out invitations to my pity party.  And most importantly, the One guest that shows up for the perseverance party is really the only guest worth entertaining.

Sovereign God, Incompetent Man

August 19, 2011 By Philip Leave a Comment

Let me say for starters that God can’t do everything. God is limited. He isn’t as sovereign as we like to give him credit and blame for.

Before I defend this opening assertion, lets just contemplate for a minute what this would mean if its true. God is limited. God can’t do anything He wants to. When we pray for healing, deliverance, provision, anointing, etc… God wants to but can’t.

I just finished reading a book called “A Better Way to Pray” by Andrew Wommack. When I have the resources I’m going to order a bulk of these to give out. The book has and is revolutionizing my prayer life and in a very biblical and powerful way. I’d highly recommend it, plus it’s a short book and a great bathroom read. Yes, you don’t want my copy.

Oh, before I go into full blown heresy let me defend my assertion.

God is limited by himself. God cannot lie. God cannot be untrue to his Word. God is truth and is incapable of deceit. God will not go against the free will of man. God honors the system of authority that He has established. Basically I would argue (from the biblical truths listed above) that God is limited. He can’t just do anything He wants.

Now, whether or not you completely agree with my argument please humor me for a bit and see if its worth it.

The factor that limits God’s power the most? Satan? No, its us. Incompetent man. Operator error. The problem is between the chair and the keyboard.

And where does our biggest mistake lie? Good question, but first an illustration.

The Bible clearly teaches us that God is bigger, more powerful and that God will win. We know the storyline and ultimate destination. What is often forgotten when looking at the big picture is the role that you and I play in it.

The illustration that makes the most sense to me is that God is the football coach. He will have a winning season and will win the Superbowl. We are the players. Some of us are benchwarmers. Some play limited minutes. Some specialist. Some starters. And some, who prepare themselves with zeal, are the star players. Ultimately the coach calls the plays, pulls and puts in players and motivates his team. But the Coach can’t throw a single pass, tackle a single player, intercept, leap or run a single play. He is limited to the sidelines. It is up to the players how the game unfolds.

For instance. Should we pray that God would heal the sick? The Old Testament teaches this, but the New Testament says simply “Heal the Sick.” (Matthew 10:1 & 8, Luke 10:8-10) It sounds like we have it within ourselves (through Christ who dwells in us) to Heal the Sick. Jesus has been given all authority in heaven and earth and he now resides on the inside of us and we are his ambassadors.

I believe that a lot more is up to us then we may feel comfortable admitting. Its comforting to say God is in total control because then we can shirk our responsibility. But it seems to me from a simple reading of the bible that Jesus has authorized and equipped us. Its our responsibility to preach. Teach. Heal. Evangelize. Comfort. Minister. And God would be unjust to tell us to heal the sick if he didn’t empower us to do just that.

So am I saying that if someone isn’t healed then we’re to blame? Like Jesus I’m going to answer this question with a question of my own. Why does someone have to be to blame? I think the better question is, did God empower us? And if He did empower us to heal the sick, then what do we need to change in our prayers and lives to see this manifest?

My falling out with the Faith movement is well documented on this blog and in numerous conversations and arguments I’ve had with many in my life. But what if this belief in the literal reading of the scriptures regarding Faith is right? Or mostly right?

And this brings us to the role of the Satan. Beelzebub. Satan literally means the Accuser and this is his only means of stopping God’s potent coaching. He delays the game, fouls, stalls and occasionally even takes our players out of the game (typically when they aren’t supported by their teammates). But his most powerful evil-dote is to get us to quit before victory is achieved.

And this is where we prove our incompetence time and time again. We quit too soon.

Let me rephrase that. We quit. We should never quit. To quote Bryan Duncan, we should be “giving up, giving up now.”

A final illustration would be a hand of poker between us and the devil. God’s the dealer and has dealt us a loaded hand – Royal Flush. The only way we can lose is by folding. The devil isn’t playing his cards (which are by the way crap), he’s playing us. He raises, bluffs, intimidates, and postures. The difference between real life and a hand of poker is that the rounds of betting can go on and on. But there will be a final revealing and if we haven’t folded then we win it all.

In conclusion, God will win, but the role we play in this victory is up to us. If you are sick and tired of the devil hurting you, your family, your community and the world with sickness, poverty, violence and pain then don’t pray to God to change it. Pray to God that he’ll give you the plays, motivation and support and then you go and (quoting Gandhi) be the change you want to see in the world.

And don’t let the devil condemn you for any past defeats, God’s already forgiven you and is calling the next play. Get back in the game, strap on your helmet and be competent. Remember its not up to you how the game ends – that is in God’s sovereign hands. How you perform in the plays (life) that you’re in is totally your responsibility.

To quote Randall Wallace (more on him later) you can let the wolves eat you, or you can eat the wolves.

I’ve never been much of a wolf eater, but I’ve seen how they have devoured friends and family and I’m thinking a little wolf steak, once properly tenderized, is a better way to play.

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