Should the title count in the count?

I asked and was told most people do not count their titles. I Googled it and consulted various websites. I noticed some just go without a title. I read what Wikipedia had to say and learned it’s called “drabble” but found no clear guideline.

The game we’re playing is 100 words: no more, no less. The story must be complete, with a beginning, middle and end. It must be concise. It must be whole. What I don’t understand is this: if the title is a preamble, setting tone or scene, shouldn’t it count?

Should the title count in the count?

{In response to this week’s word prompt from velvetverbosity.com: “game“}

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Who am I and what am I doing here?

This year has been very challenging for me in many respects. And it’s only half over. My vision for how things would go and where I would be right now? Well…it’s been a rough road and I’m not where I thought I’d be. But I’m somewhere, and I’m learning to appreciate the here and now and to stop fretting about the where and when.

My 3 words for 2011, the words that were intended to guide me through the year:

Prudence, Mercy, Humility

Yeah, I’m still working on those. If I didn’t need to, I don’t suppose they were good choices for the year.

In practice: I’m off my stride when it comes to regular exercise (just getting back on that wagon), writing blog posts (today’s a step down that path), reading leadership books (I’ve read 3 so far, starting the 4th one today), saving $5/week to give away in December (on track!), reading/reviewing one novel/month (sitting on the side of the road, reading but not writing).

It’s good to have goals and to set a course to reach those goals. It’s critical to check progress against those goals. It’s important to re-evaluate the goals (are they still relevant? am I on the right path?).

I’m easily distracted, losing sight of my goals, stopping by the side of the road to admire the wildflowers.

I’m not bothered so much by the rough spots until I begin to fret about lack of progress. I easily navigate potholes and bumps in the road, but too often find myself complaining and worrying about my circumstances.

So, I’m embracing the following scripture as my mantra and I’m devoting myself to 40 days of discipline. It’ll be a bit like enjoying Lent during Pentecost. And I promise to take this journey one day at a time.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34

 

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Yeah…about that first week….

Sometimes when we say “if you know what I mean….” we’re really saying “I don’t have the time, energy or inclination to explain what I mean right now. Mark‘s open-mindedness has impressed me and I’m still exploring some of his statements. I am grateful for his willingness to share his thoughts. I’m still working out some of what I mean.

In his response to my comment on his post, he states:

It just doesn’t jive with me. You say that you’ve read the bible and put it to the scientific process and nothing can be disproved. I’ve had the opposite experience. I would say that the whole thing has been scientifically disproven—from Adam and Eve to the flood to the virgin birth to the resurrection.

The last I checked, the scientific community was fairly certain that the Earth is around 4.5 billion years old and that life evolved from microscopic organisms in the oceans. I don’t recall seeing any serious scientific studies about how life started at the Garden of Eden. Or that it’s possible for a snake to talk Eve into eating a piece of fruit. I don’t know any scientists who would say that it was physically possible for Noah to gather two of every species of animal from around the globe and fit them into a space of 300 cubits by 80 cubits by 40 cubits. Last time I perused the scientific journals, I don’t recall reading about the mounds of evidence showing human virgins giving birth or women turning to salt or how science had finally figured out how to end world hunger by feeding 5,000 people with five loaves of bread and two fish.

These things aren’t scientifically provable… which is why the Bible has to be taken with a good dose of faith.

…and then later:

It’s obvious that our ideas on science are different. If you are willing to wait for eternity for something to be disproven doesn’t that mean it’s impossible to disprove anything? It’s possible that Jesus walked on water. It doesn’t mean I’ll be attempting to take an evening stroll out in the Pacific any time soon. When you have some time, please let me know which miracles of the Bible you have found to be proved true.

First, I’ll comment on the prehistoric bits by quoting Mark again. In his post he stated “I just don’t think our human brains are capable of understanding what is really out there and what this is really about. And they don’t need to be.”

I think this is probably true for the person who penned Genesis. I trust that in the beginning there was darkness. Over time, the earth was formed. Land masses emerged, separate from the great bodies of water. A day is not a day is not a day, at least not by a modern definition of 24 hours made up of 60 minute cycles of 60 seconds, etc. If the first day is defined as the cycle of light and dark, I doubt very seriously that cycle took the equivalent of today’s 24 hour cycle. I would argue vigorously that trying to make that argument is silly. And to try to take literally that the creation of the earth and the evolution of man during the symbolic six-day period? Well, I don’t believe it is meant to be literal or scientific. I would argue that all of the scientific evidence that shows how the earth was created and how man evolved does nothing to refute that God is the Creator of all things and the catalyst behind what science has shown us.

How could early man have explained this? I don’t think their human brains were capable and I don’t think they needed to be. They were able to take these things on faith. Are you?

And now, a word about “Scientific Method“. All of the forms are effectively the same:

1. Form a hypothesis or theory.
2. Research/Gather data.
3. Consider the opposite consequences in order to disprove
4. Evaluate the hypothesis. If “False” go back to step 1, forming a new hypothesis.

Unfortunately it seems that Scripture doesn’t lend itself to Scientific Method. For example, I believe that Jesus walked on water and that Peter, before he succumbed to fear, also walked on water. The fact that the Mythbusters team couldn’t walk on water doesn’t mean that Jesus didn’t. If I were to walk on water today, it wouldn’t prove or disprove whether Jesus did. It’s a question of probability not possibility. I can’t gather data, analyzing the behavior of a thousand Jesus’ to see if I can get one to replicate the miracles of THE Christ, our Messiah. No…this is what faith really comes down to. In the absence of proof, what do you believe?

Since there are plenty of hours of television devoted to proving or disproving Biblical claims, I would argue that nothing definitive has been put forth. Otherwise you (agnostic/atheist) or I could clearly be marked a fool and we wouldn’t waste time debating the subject. We’re both going to have to wait out eternity, or our own death, to see who’s right. Or perhaps the 2nd coming (aka “the Rapture”) will put an end to the debate. I don’t think the argument that belief in God just doesn’t jive with what you know bears up any better while we wait.

In the end, we are in glorious agreement: “These things aren’t scientifically provable… which is why the Bible has to be taken with a good dose of faith.” I embrace my faith. My life is better for it. I am enveloping all who doubt in a special prayer tonight.

In the absence of proof, may we all believe.

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Ask and it shall be given unto you

Yesterday I prayerfully asked God to guide me in my response to Mark. I don’t generally consider myself an evangelist, yet I’m growing as an apologist. If I take some small liberty with the definitions, I could say that an Evangelist spreads the Good News and an apologist acknowledges the hypocrisy evidenced by our shortcomings, defending the truth of our faith in spite of ourselves.

I guess that means an Evangelist ignores the “yeah, buts…” and the Apologist doesn’t.

As a practicing Episcopalian (i.e. following the prescribed Lectionary), this morning’s Lessons spoke directly to our calling for Apologetics. From 1 Peter 3:15 “Always be ready to make your defense to anyone who demands from you an accounting for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and reverence.”

And from Acts, Paul told the Athenians regarding their worship of an unknown god: “The God who made the world and everything in it…” doesn’t need anything from us – he gave us life and breath and all things! He made all of the inhabitants of the earth, allotting the times of our existence and the boundaries of our lives so that we would search for Him and perhaps grope for him and find him. Yes, we search for him, though he is always near. We are God’s offspring and we shouldn’t think of him as a deity that can be formed from our imagination. He is calling us to repent! It is time to live our lives with a full appreciation of the Good News of Christ, his Son.

Matthew and Luke both challenged us in our faith to “ask, seek & knock”, bringing our requests to God. Yesterday’s prayer has been answered and will continue to be answered as I work to improve in my ability to apologize for my shortcomings and try to defend my faith.

I’m only sharing what I believe because I love you and I want you to know the joy and delight of sanctification through Christ and the Holy Spirit.

From today’s Psalm:

Come and listen, all you who fear God, and I will tell you what he has done for me.

I called out to him with my mouth, and his praise was on my tongue.

If I had found evil in my heart, the Lord would not have heard me;

But in truth God has heard me; he has attended to the voice of my prayer.

Blessed be God, who has not rejected my prayer, nor withheld his love from me.

Amen!

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God, our Father and the Creator of all things

God’s ways are mysterious, of this I have no doubt. These days I’ve been too busy to keep up with the blogs I typically savor, much less to comment. I do occasionally glance at a dozen or so tweets, just to maintain some sense of connectedness with the people-of-ether that I care about. This week a strange thing happened, apparently as a series of impulses.

I was at work – working, busy, not feeling any particular need to engage in a debate with a stranger.

On an impulse, I randomly checked Twitter and caught a tweet from Brian.


On another impulse, I clicked the link and read the post. It seems Brian’s friend Mark, in response to a comment/question from Brian (“Is it that you don’t believe in God, or that you don’t believe in a particular definition of God? “), was explaining his theism. Mark is articulate and thought-provoking, but I wandered away with no clearer understanding of what he believes or why he believes what he believes. He did make clear that he does not believe in God as our Father and Creator.

“So yes to both of Brian’s questions. While I do believe that we are working toward a final destination, I don’t believe in God and I don’t believe in a particular definition of God. I just don’t think our human brains are capable of understanding what is really out there and what this is really about. And they don’t need to be.”

For some reason (again, an impulse) I left a comment questioning the Why? of his beliefs. Maybe I just felt the need for some apologetics. I don’t often find myself in a situation where I can explore my own or others’ beliefs.

I’m glad Mark didn’t mind my questions. In the end, I don’t think I satisfied my own curiosity or expressed my own beliefs very well. Another commenter volunteered to help clarify my perspective, which I’d appreciate. If I’m going to finish the non-fiction work I started some two years ago regarding God’s role in our lives as a loving and caring Father, I suppose I’d better spend a little more time figuring out how to express my thoughts on this topic.

Given my faith, and my trust in God’s influence in my life, it occurs to me that God is nudging me along, encouraging me to explore and analyze my beliefs so I can do what He is calling me to do. Yes, I do believe that God is our Father and that He lovingly places His hands on our shoulders and guides us along the paths of righteousness for His sake. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you. Ps 143:8

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Odds and ends

There are a few things I keep intending to share but then forgetting about. Now’s as good a time as any to jot these thoughts down. Later I’ll update you on tonight’s dinner adventure. I’m bringing my camera (and the memory card for my camera) so expect more pictures!

On being annoying:
It was pointed out to me by friends/family that I might possibly be annoying to my fellow travelers. Yes, this is true. I can admit this and recognize this as a possibility (or even a probability). It turns out that knowing this does not make me less annoyed. That said, I do have to admit that EOE is probably (or maybe just possibly) right 25% of the time (more than my original estimate of 20%). I am now being very conscientious of that because I hate to argue a point and then turn out to be wrong. In order to be right most of the time I have to accept that I’m wrong occasionally so I can make corrections to my way of thinking. I can’t just assume that EOE is wrong – that means I’m wrong at least 20% of the time. So I’m giving him some margin and biting my lip more. Yes, peace is a wonderful thing. We don’t have to be at odds on every point, especially if I just nod and say “hmmm” a lot.

Also, I really want to make sure you know that I think they are both very nice people. They’re not malicious and I don’t think they mean to irritate me. It’s just the way things go sometimes.

On not speaking German:
I have a strange desire to eavesdrop on all English conversations. Some of the English-speaking folks (i.e. foreigners) seem to think no one around them can speak English. I also find myself wanting to engage in conversation with anyone speaking English. I guess after a week, it’s only normal. Still, somehow I feel that interjecting “I speak English” into their conversations might be a lot like saying “I like cheese” to strangers.

On toilet paper and toilets:
I always find myself fascinated by foreign toilets. At least in Germany I don’t have to worry about whether the toilet is “western” style or whether I’ll have to squat. One thing I have noticed is that both Germany and Taiwan have figured out how to design public restrooms with doors that do not gap. There’s something to be said for that extra element of privacy. It’s amazing that we Americans (Sherie, you’re getting close!) continue to put up with the wide open spaces between the doors and the frames. Another interesting difference is that all of the toilets here are push button (no levers anywhere) and that most seem to have on/off features (i.e. push twice for “off”). I’ve attached a picture from my hotel room toilet. I’ve seen all manner of buttons – on the top, side, on the wall behind…one button, two button, rotating button (push front half to flush once, back half to flush twice). You should all count your blessings that I don’t make a habit of bringing my camera with me to the toilet. And of course, considering E’s situation I’m grateful to have toilets.

One tricky aspect of my travels about town and country: public toilets require euros to go, anywhere from 0.30 to 0.50 euros. I really resent having to pay to go, so I try to be very strategic about potty breaks. This means I use just about every available free toilet I have access to.

One thing that has been absolutely consistent no matter where I’ve been (upscale, downscale, pay or free) is that the toilet paper is horrible. It is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s not necessarily rough, or too thin, or flimsy. It’s just…not absorbent. None of it’s been absorbent. It reminds me of 2-ply industrial paper towels (except of course without the absorbency). I’ve had to revise my whole technique and I’m still always at risk of things not going well. Sorry for being graphic but it’s not the sort of thing anyone warned me about. I will probably gain proficiency about the time I leave. If not, well…I can’t leave soon enough. I’m bringing home a sample from my hotel room for show and tell. Don’t be shy – ask to see/feel it for yourself when you get a chance (i.e. when you visit my house). I suppose I could bring enough home to send you each a square, but I would hate for you to tell everyone “Fran went to Germany and all I got was this lousy square of toilet paper.”

One other difference I noticed between US and German public restrooms (and maybe I’m just not getting out enough in the US) is that I’d never before seen advertisement printed on paper towels. I don’t read German so I’m not sure what was being advertised, but there was a website listed. I’ve seen 2 different bathrooms with different advertisements on the paper towels. I think the American marketing teams are missing a golden opportunity!

Time for me to go! I mean to dinner, not the toilet. I’ll send an update later.

Love,
Fran

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Pictures of the Rhine region

Because tonight’s adventure was blessedly devoid of pictures (I’m so used to these commutes to the airport I didn’t bother with my camera) I bring you photos of Rhine-country. Please enjoy.

Love,
Fran

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Adventures where there are none

It’s ten o’clock (p.m.) and I’m pretty wiped out. We spent all day in a conference room compiling information on issues affecting the quality of our newly launched product family. It must be the absence of kms of walking that has me so exhausted. Even though it’s ridiculously early to be writing an end-of-day summary, here I am. Forgive me if I’m belaboring the banal.

Mr. A and I needed to run errands and the airport is the shopping & dining district of convenience. We ate lunch at a gas station so it’s all relative, right? We took about an hour break at the end of our workday, then agreed to meet in the lobby for the now-familiar shuttle ride to the airport. At the airport, we parted company to run our separate errands. I needed to stop by the pharmacy. They were going straight to the grocery store and I was going to meet them there. Then we would find a place to eat dinner. Should I point out that we don’t have cell phones? Parting company is not trivial. We have to find each other again!

I took care of my business, including a stop at a bookstore (purchased a post-card). I made my way to the grocery store where I had time to shop for a while before my companions showed up. They took the scenic route, naturally. The good news is that they were able to scope out some restaurants in a part of the airport we’d yet to explore.

One intriguing aspect of the pricing in Germany that I haven’t shared – the price of California wine. I purchased a bottle for 2 Euros. It’s of the same quality one might expect in the US for $10-$12. But for 2 Euros (less than $3). The German wines were all priced about what I’d expect (6-10 Euros). Who can pass up a 2 Euro bottle of wine? Not I.

Then we had dinner at a fast-food Thai restaurant. Ordering looked to be an adventure in and of itself. Fortunately the order-taker took pity on us and gave us an English menu, sparing us the adventure that was to be dinner. I did learn that chicken in German is “gai”. This is useful information.

OK, that’s the best I can do. Maybe it’s the wine but I blame the long days and short nights. I’m pooped. Until the ‘morrow!

Love,
Fran

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He who hesitates is lost

Sure, it’s late but there’s a bit of the story I absolutely must share!

On our way to dinner we had discussed which would be the right station for making the train change. I pointed out that there were 5 and recommended that we switch at one of the smaller ones (knowing how we operate I wasn’t interested in expanding the number of options we’d have to face in a large station). There were 2 small stations to choose from. When we got to the first station, there was no immediate leaping to action so I was comfortable with the assumption that we’d taken the second choice.

Then Mr. A said “should we change here?” and I said “we can” and so we all got up to parade off the train. One obstacle daunted us – a woman with her baby in a carriage blocked the door. Mr. A got past her, then stopped for a second to ponder the situation. At the door. Then he stepped onto the platform. By now, you can appreciate that more than a few seconds have elapsed. In case you’ve already guessed, yes…Mr. A left the train and the doors closed. EOE and I were left to return to our seats and determine how to best regroup.

OK, it wasn’t that dramatic and obviously we all made to the final destination, but for just that moment in time I did find validity in the old saying. It’s one thing to look before you leap, but don’t stand around debating about it!

Love,
Fran

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And finally, I bring you Bratwurst

How did it get to be past midnight without an update? Tonight’s story shall be short since it’s already late.

We went to an older part of Frankfurt (Sachsenhauser) for dinner so I could finally have Bratwurst. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this and I’ve not found any of the sausage around here too appealing, but I was told that this was the area to go to try it.

Of course we went by train, but we stopped at the front desk to ask about where might be the best place to try traditional local food. We didn’t get much help there but one thing we did learn was that we didn’t have to buy new train tickets when we changed trains. It’s all very confusing the way the system works here. Apparently if you select a destination at a terminal, it doesn’t matter if you change trains and continue to ride to a different destination. The one ticket covers the whole journey. I hate to think how much money we’ve wasted so far!

When we got to Sachsenhauser we quickly realized this was a party place! Sandwich boards out front of the pubs advertised things like “sex on the beach” and shots. And I do mean pubs. There must have been 6 Irish pubs. Also about as many sushi bars. This was not what I was looking for! Once we cleared the maze of narrow cobblestone streets and dark, loud, empty bars we began to look for something less trendy/touristy and more local/traditional. I stopped in a convenience store thinking I might get a good recommendation. The proprietor (some sort of arabic individual) indicated I should ask someone who might know. I have to admit, this threw me. I was under the impression that I was asking someone. Without asking, how can I tell if they might know? It’s all very perplexing. I should’ve sic’ed EOE on him.

Fast forward past the dinner of Bratwurst and beer (we did find a fabulous local place with 4 tables – and I’ve attached a photo I took with EOE’s iPhone because I’d left my camera’s memory card in my computer). It was getting dark, I knew I had work waiting in my room, I’d promised Mom I’d stay safe, which meant I had to limit my time with my companions (maybe to keep them safe), so I vetoed any discussion about wandering around that part of town and we agreed to head back to the hotel.

I never know if the google map links will work properly when you open them up, but I’m hoping you can get the general idea that this part of town is not laid out on a grid. On our return to the depot, we turned about a block short of the train station and had to make a healthy loop to get to where we needed to board. In our rush to the platform we neglected to purchase a ticket. “That’s okay,” we agreed. “We’ll by a ticket when we change trains at Ostendstrausse”. However when we got to Ostendstrausse to make our train-change, the train to Frankfurt Airport pulled in while we were still processing what train we needed to take. We ran and caught the train, then telling ourselves we’d purchase our ticket when we got to the Airport. It was a quiet ride (Alleluia!) with only one debate (about whether or not people live in the clusters of small homes about on the scale of the houses E’s visiting in Ghana), which gave us plenty of time to contemplate our options regarding our tickets for the return trip. Apparently we all concluded we’d already paid more than our fair share of support for Germany’s mass transit system. Once we arrived at the airport the subject never really came up again.

So, Mom, unless there were cameras or scanners I’m going to have to trust that we got away with tonight’s minor shenanigans and I’ll count myself safe.

And with that, I bid you Auf Wiedersehen!

Love,
Fran

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