01.24.07
Attack of the Clones
I’m not as creative or original as I like to believe I am. Part of the proof of that is the fact that I stole this idea from someone else (Andy’s Soapbox), and the other evidence is in the Google search for my name: Steven Stewart
Now, admittedly, mine is a fairly common name from both fronts (much like Moon Unit Zappa), and I haven’t done many spectacular feats to rise above the waves in this vast sea of Stevens, but I was somewhat discouraged by the results I saw.For one thing, there is already a www.stevenstewart.com (Home of Steven Stewart Music). As a computer-geek/closet-aspiring-rock-star, this is an affront on several levels, and the fact that such an audacious stunt was pulled by a fellow who shares my namesake only adds insult to the injury.
Actually judging from the Google search result, there are several Steven Stewarts who are musicians. I am proud (although admitedly a bit jealous) of my fellow Steven Stewarts, and I am happy that they have been successful with their (ad)ventures. There is still a selfish side of me that wonders, though, if this is good news or bad. I guess on the one hand, it will be incredibly difficult to make a name for myself since there are already several people who have done that for me…or something like that. On the other hand, however, I could see this as being possibly advantageous to my plights towards fame and (mis)fortune…I suppose I could arrive at the gig-scene seconds before my imposter does and confidently slide in through the “Musicians Only” back door wearing a not-the-least-bit-deceitful nametag. “Why yes, I am Steven Stewart,” I can say with a cool demeanor should anyone question my credentials. I may not sing the greatest, and my guitar-pickin’ may be a bit rusty, but I am fully qualified to be a Steven Stewart.
Should that fail, Google also showed me that I could also ride the coattails of my noteriety if I ever travel overseas – to Australia, for instance where I will have plenty of interesting people to meet. Apparently, I have a doppleganger who is not only a member of “The Melbourne Dance Meetup Group,” but also a member of “The Melbourne Raw Food Meetup Group” (I was quite surprised to see which of those came first in the Google listing!)
I gave up on finding myself after about 10 pages, and I have quietly resigned to the fact that the quickest way one has to find his way to me is still with a search of ”Virtual Softie Doll.” Every few weeks or so, I notice that hits continue to trickle in from that search, so instead of clinging to impossible dreams of one day having a .Com named after me, or heading up a Melbourne-based group for dancing raw-food connoisseurs (I do hope they give their tummies time to settle before cutting the rug too intently), I suppose I should just be grateful for what I do have.
01.19.07
On a lighter note…
I know this is kind of old, but there has been a bulletin circulating around MySpace with the following information:
fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too**
Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55% of plepoe can.i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno’t mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a
wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be
in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and can sitll raed it
whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I
awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs frowrad it.*
I was pretty stoked at frist, becuase I colud raed taht pretty well. A cuopel of wrods took a litle figruing uot, but baiscaly, I cuold decipehr teh mess of lettres nito a fiarly choerent messge.
But then I realized that it was probably just a sign that I had been indoctrinated with the l337 5p34k (or “leet speak,” which is short for “elite speak” for you n00bs) that is so prevalent in our www.internet.culture. We have made the move from careful proof-reading to a blind faith in electronic spell-checking to, finally, broad acceptance of the fact that the joys of instant (message) gratification carry with them the burdens of haste and carelessness. We’re accustomed to misspelled words, and they now camouflage themselves nicely in emoticon-driven IM communication, where we are not only allowed to type sloppily, but rather encouraged to do so…
…and taht makse me
!!!1!! (lol)
Justification Part II : a Segue Into Sanctification?
Gordon Gano of the Violent Femmes sings the following in their song Bad Dream
I’m supposed to be a better person by now. What the hell is taking me so long? Dying savior’s on some cross. Now I’m hoping and I’m praying that it nullified my losses.
I don’t know too much about Mr. Gano. I don’t know his beliefs, and I don’t know how autobiographical those lyrics are, but I think he poignantly recognizes a need for personal sanctification.
I believe there are two sides to the coin of hope, and it seems we often confuse the two with interchangeable vernacular. On the one side, there is the object of hope, and on the flipside, there is the cognitive measure of hope that is felt and recognized. In other words, the notion of hope is often blurred ambiguously between the unwavering anchor of steadfast certainty and our faltering grasp of its assurance. This is, to me, a contributing factor between the blurred understanding of justification and sanctification.
In the one sense, the Christian’s hope for salvation rests in the justification accomplished by the atoning work of Jesus Christ. This hope takes Christ at his word, and believes in the truth of God’s declaration when he proclaims the effectual power of Christ, and the guaranteed perseverance of his sheep. This is our anchor of hope.
On the flipside, however, our hope is — in some sense — made manifest by our own sanctification. As we grow in Christ and the wounds of our rebellion are healed with divine reconciliation, the fruit of the Spirit flourishes and becomes more evident in the believer’s life. As we examine our lives, this sanctification is the means by which we recognize our grasp on the object of hope. I believe that those who cling most desperately to Christ are those who most realize how desperately they need their Savior. Consequently, the more we recognize our desperate need, and the more we come to grips with the magnitude of grace, the more that grace will shine in our lives. The more we feel His love of us — the unlovable — the more our love will grow towards those who were, to us, unlovable. The more we feel His grace poured out upon us — the hopeless and helpless — the more we will be inclined to share that grace with those who were, to us, hopeless and helpless.
As we work through our salvation with fear and trembling, the object of our hope is Christ Jesus who came as the perfect sacrifice to satisfy the holy judgment of God upon the treasonous sins of man. Through his atonement, he took our place on the cross so that we might — by grace through faith — receive the benefits of His righteousness and become right with God. This is our hope and stay.
We are, however, fickle creatures of fleeting whimsies and a wanderlust fancy. Our thoughts shake and sway with the changing winds of influence, and we often forget where our hope rests. In order to preserve our hope (or rather our grasp on our hope), we need to immerse ourselves and daily remind ourselves of the object of our hope, and our glorious Gospel.
All have sinned against God and have brought upon themselves the just judgment of death and eternal separation from God. There is no hope for us in our good works or noble intentions, because, for one thing, our good works are still tainted with the stain of sin, and, for another, the weight of our good deeds (assuming they were noble and pure) is not enough to sway the divine scale of justice. (To put it another way, the standard is righteousness goodness, not mediocre neutrality. Assuming, for the moment, our good deeds are truly good, then they still wouldn’t be adequate to counterbalance our shortcomings, because they would not be exceeding the mark, but rather, simply and fleetingly meeting it. It would take perfect goodness to meet the mark and then perfect goodness exceeding goodness for us to undo the harm we have done the rest of the time.) The hope we do have, however, is a glorious hope that rests not in ourselves — lest any man should boast — but rather in a divine sacrifice of perfection. The hope of sinners is in the perfect life of the Son of God and the Son of man, Jesus Christ, who lived a sinless and righteous life, and died as a propitiation for the sins of those who will believe in Him.
By His life, he earned the right to be the perfect sacrifice; by His death, he paid the price of his sheep’s disobedience and bought their lives so that they may rest eternally in his fold; and by his resurrection, He conquered death, giving hope for eternal life to all who believe on Him.