October 23, 2009

Hi, my name is…

Settling in has always excited me.  Settling into myself, the world, and the next step in my journey.  The feeling you get when you have a confidence you don’t remember and an understanding you can’t explain.  A willingness to step out from behind your parent’s protective shadow into the world where I’m-old-enough-to-call-on-my-own and to-take-responsibility and to-solve-my-own-problems.  It’s a feeling of contentment at the end of the day knowing you did it on your own.  You set the appointment up, you did the research, you found the alternative, YOU…solved the problem.  Do you know that I’m talking about?

College has been an experiment in me doing things.  Mom probably would’ve done it for me, but there’s something about having a parent set up all the events related to college.  It’s kinda off-limits.  It’s my turn to try it, to truly take ownership of this new chapter.  To become my own person without “little-sisterisms” clouding the view.  Moving here without older siblings was new.  For the first time it was me, all alone at the top, the pointy end of the ice-breaking spear.  I could no longer slide in after my brothers, I had to open the door.  For the first time I wasn’t tagging along as an after thought to events, I was invited, just for me.  Not saying other people didn’t want me to be there, it’s just different when you’re the one they talk to and ask.  And now, CJ and I stick pretty close, although I’m the oldest, CJ is better at opening doors and always will be. =)

It’s fun.  The idea of a grown-up me, confidently handling the pressures of a job, school and relationships.  Okay, maybe that’s idealistic, but still it’s what I want to grow into.  And I see some of it already, making decisions, plotting courses, deciding.  Me.  Not Mom, not Dad, me.  Feeling I can truly do what I want (within reason) and go wherever I feel led for college>career>life.  Stepping off the edge into an unknown, feeling for the next step, waiting for direction.  Living life a new way, different from anything ever before!  Excited?  You could say that…I’m pumped to be doing this, all the while still sensing the support in the shadows, ready to catch, advise, prompt, applaud…be there.  Look out world, here I come!

(Okay, the last sentence was cheesy and sometimes I wish I could curl up and it would all go away, but for the most part I’m super psyched for this next step!)

October 15, 2009

From Pen and Paper to Badge and Gun or something else…

If there is anybody else out there who didn’t know what they wanted to do in life from the time they were three, you’ll understand, empathize and maybe cheer what I am about to detail.

Journalism has been an interest for about a year, and although it seemed exciting it never seemed to quite click in my heart.  It was a logical decision, some say I’m writer and I seem to enjoy the act and, apparently, you write a lot when you’re a journalist.  Anyway, I started looking at colleges based on this assumption.  I found some candidates, but had to put it on hold until my family was settled in wherever we were going to live.  So, I go to camp and my family moves to Colorado Springs which happens to have the biggest, most comprehensive community college in the state, Pikes Peak Community College.  This is a pretty sweet school!  They offer a ton of programs, like Zoo Keeping?  Who offers Zoo Keeping?  PPCC does.  Anyway, I started my college career by taking an online journalism class and a Wilderness First Responder class.  Never, ever, ever, ever taking a weekend class and an online class again.  I hate doing school all weekend.  I wasn’t and am not enjoying either class (well, my WFR instructor got arrested…that gives you an idea) But, I needed to start looking at what I wanted to do for next semester.  I still wanted to go to PPCC, but wasn’t sure what I wanted to take and since I don’t need any more high school classes to graduate, I had no obligations there.

Oh, and I was also slightly freaking out about what I wanted to do for life in general, like job-wise.

So, I mentally made a list of what sort of work I wanted to be in.  Some of the criteria were as follows; dynamic (no desk job), intellectual (problem solving), something to do with discovering truth, use my discernment, etc… Anyway, journalism seemed to fall within all those categories, but still something didn’t feel right.  So, I started looking around.

Talking to my in-house college/career counselor (a.k.a. Mom) she  suggested something in Public Service, like Legal’s Assistant or Paralegal.  My interest was peaked and I did some research and found out, lawyers don’t do anything!  Just kidding, but actually paralegals do a lot of the spadework for the lawyers.  And the legal system has always interested me and it seemed  like a really fun job.  You don’t need to go to law school, all that’s needed is an Associates Degree!  I looked, and guess what?  PPCC offers an accredited Paralegal program!  So, score there =)

But, (don’t you love that word?) I discovered I’m really interested in investigation work and the like.  I kept searching and of course, a police detective or criminal investigator popped up.  Then started the long back and forth of, “Am I interested in this because of the glamorous TV shows, or is this an honest interest in the work?”  Back and forth, it’s hard because the TV shows are very appealing, but I know the real jobs are nothing like them…So, in the process of doing more research I discovered the level detective is a promotion, meaning you have to work as a police officer for three years before attaining that podium.  Now, I really looked deep and searched to see if this was something I was truly interested in and I found I was.  My desires for a job were perfect, and stuff that drew me to journalism, like, discovering truth and a dynamic work environment applied perfectly.  And Mom’s getting really annoyed that I am constantly thinking of the best ways to commit a crime, or commenting on the lack of cameras in Costco, or the blind spots in Wal-mart’s parking lot.  I then went back to PPCC and looked for a Criminal Justice degree and presto!  There it was.

Now, making this decision is going to be hard, but it’s made easier by the fact that some of the gen ed classes overlap.

I find it funny that I prayed for God to show me a direction and within the space of about a week, He showed me an opportunity, but along with the opportunity comes a huge commitment.  If I choose to become a police officer and eventually an investigator, it’s not like I can take the Criminal Justice classes and then go get a job as an accountant.  It doesn’t work like that.  And right now, there’s not a lot of room for potential husband/family.  It’s going to be a career.

So, right now I’m going to start working on the GenEd classes next semester.  Hopefully by the time I have to make a decision between Paralegal and Criminal Justice, I’ll have a better idea of what they entail.  I still scared I’m making the wrong decision, but I’m going to step out and start heading in a direction.  And the classes looking really interesting!

Now, I hold no preconceived notion regarding the ease of either job choice.  Even the physical requirements are listed as someone strong emotionally and mentally, but God has been preparing me for something, and maybe this is it.

Walking with my hand in His…

October 5, 2009

RePost…

Okay, maybe I haven’t been blogging long enough to repost, but I always enjoyed this post and since, currently I’m experiencing a lack of word flow…repost!

My epic (or not so…) climb

Okay, so if you want a really adventurous (maybe not so true) story of the totally epic climb I did. Read on. If not I’ll tell you what actually happened, but I always find it more fun to tell what really didn’t happen. =)
I’d heard tell of a rock wall down by the raging river (swim hole) so treacherous that a full team of professional rock climbers (Zach and the permanent staff) took one look at it (thought about it but never got around to it) and ran scared silly to higher ground. No one was willing to even think about climbing it (not enough time). That’s where I come in. My name is… _________ (insert any other name besides Sara) I took one look at that wall and decided it needed to be taken down a peg or two (I mentioned it to Zach and he said I could try it) So one dark and rainy afternoon (it was hot and sunny) I gathered my gear and approached the wall ( Zach set it up and I ran after him carrying all my stuff) Dusting my hands I adjusted my professional climbing shoes and surveyed my enemy ( I don’t have chalk and the shoes I checked out were to big) Up close it was much taller than it first appeared. At my expert guesstimate, it was around two-hundred and fifty feet high! (it was about 30 ft tall) I knew it would be a tough climb, a challenge, but I had nothing else to do ( I had to be back to work in an hour)  So I started my ascent. The foot holds were scarce and the handholds harder to find than a purple tiger in the Arctic (actually the foot holds were pretty nice and the handholds just different) Halfway up my hands are torn up and bleeding (tired and shaking a little, yes, I have weak fingers) But I push on doggedly. The rock pushes back. I push back harder. The next thing I know I’m involved in an arm-wrestle contest with a rock! ( I had to keep testing the handholds and brushing little rocks down) Four long hours later (20 minutes) I’m at the top. The unconquerable rock is conquered and officially dubbed “Pi’i ke Kai” meaning “rock that kills!” (”climb of water”) And I am entered into the RockClimbers Hall of Fame (it’s jotted down somewhere to remember the spelling)
So, there you have it. The absolutely true (somewhat altered) story of the day I climbed a new climb and named it.

September 18, 2009

beauty in submission…

“For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength.”

Why is this concept so hard for people to grasp?  That we have a big God, a God big enough and wise enough to handle it.  I know the feeling.  The helpless, stubborn gut feeling of mistrust.  When faced with a situation that demands you give it up, I know the unwillingness.  I’ve been there.  It sucks.  Knowing you need to trust this God, knowing you need to let go of that scrap of control you hold onto with ever increasing fervor.  Fear eats at your gut and cripples you.  Why?  You’re not strong enough.  And you refuse to acknowledge it.  To be put in a position weakness, to surrender to a stronger and maybe wiser being.  Making that conscience decision to ask for help, an act that you’re very essence repulses.

Yeah, I’ve been there.  But, have you gone past that point?  Reached an understanding that giving in would be a lot easier than going on on your own.  Because, you know, deep down, that when you submit it will be okay.  The first steps are tentative and fear-filled, but surprisingly he doesn’t let you down.  Living moment to moment is new for you, but you keep going, hands constantly held upturned in release.  You find strength in your weakness, you’re broken but somehow whole.  Another day and though you feel beaten you’re fulfilled with a strength you know is not you.  The ice-cold fear slowly eases as you lean more and more on Provision.  Everyday you renew your release and suddenly you find yourself looking forward to tomorrow.  Instead of dreading the morning with the accompanying fear you’re so used to,  you find joy in placing your life in his hands.  He takes you on an adventure which takes your breath away.  Slowly, ever so slowly he reveals the beauty of a life lived in him and his strength.  You find, to your surprise, it’s not weakness to rely on him.  It takes a strength and maturity to place yourself in his hands and go wherever he takes you.

The temptation to take it back is great and more than once you fall prey to the lie.  But sometimes gently, sometimes not, he brings you back to that understanding, I’m not strong enough.  In him, he also reveals more of himself to you.  And you find a companion, who truly laughs when you laugh and grieves when you grieve.  Who finds joy in your joy, who loves for your eyes to light up with understanding while he stands by and applauds.  Who won’t let you go and while it hurts in the process, you know, you hope, you pray he won’t let go.  Like a passionate guide, he takes you by the hand and leads you through life, and if you listen, teaches you what he desires you to know.  You begin to change, to not look for ease in situations, for things to smoothly, but you pray to be open to what God has for you today and for the wisdom to deal with it.  Praying that prayer takes a courage that doesn’t come easily, for when you pray that, expect God to answer.  But, if you are in him you truly can embrace the pain and challenge with God’s joy, knowing that he is teaching you something and you are excited to learn what that is.

This is not a checklist, a program or seven proven steps to happiness and success.  It’s so much deeper and richer.  So much more beautiful than anything a book can give you.  This requires you, to listen, submit, and learn.  Everybody’s adventures looks different.  Everybody’s lessons are unique.  You have to embrace it as an amazingly dynamic relationship, in which you never stop learning.  I pray for you to be broken and for you to realize the beauty of doing life with God.  He’s still working on me and my submission comes and goes, but I know he won’t let me go and that excites me.

September 14, 2009

Journalism and Truth…

This is the paper I wrote as the final assignment for a worldviews course I took last year…I know it’s really long (ten page paper) but people wanted to read it, so here it is!

“Henceforth there are no guidelines, no structures, no limits.  In other words, the credo of this new journalism is: anything goes.”

In a world where the “little white lie” is an accepted form of speech, it’s no big stretch to say the truth has been compromised.  People spend their whole lives trying to answer the question, “Is there truth?”  In society today, truth has become relative and when truth becomes relative there are no boundaries or the rules we, as a people, so desperately need.  And this is no more evident anywhere than in the field of journalism. Every time you turn on that TV to watch the news you have to make a decision concerning truth.  They are saying they speak truth, will you believe them?

In this country today, the news controls the public.  It tells them how to think, how to respond, and how to vote.  The news used to be a monopoly of the newspapers and the networks, but that began to change with the rise of the internet.  Now news comes faster and from many more sources.  Consequently, newspapers and networks have to step up their output of news.  In the past, a story could be completely verified, every loose end tied up with sound reporting.  Now, because of the speed of news, you no longer have that time if you want to get the story out first.  Accountability is lost in the rush and pressure of meeting a six hour deadline which used to be twelve hours.  That process compromises truth.  Journalists become shoddy in their reporting, failing to check facts and confirm sources before throwing stories out there.  True journalism is lost among predictions and analysis.[1] Sometimes it’s not even biased reporting.  It’s bad reporting, faulty logic, unconfirmed sources, not telling both sides of the story, etc.  This goes hand in hand with the dismissal of truth because the institution has let it slide.  It’s being accepted as reporting, and journalists aren’t being held to a standard.

Another aspect of the loss of credibility in the newsroom is an increasing level of sex stories being reported.  Suddenly, the personal lives of celebrities and high-profile citizens are now front page stories in 72pt. type.  Newspapers have added “sex” beats to their newsrooms.[2] Sydney Schanberg comments on the prevalence of dirty laundry in the news, “If private acts have no effect on the public, then they are probably not a story, certainly not a big story.  It’s an honorable rule, and when we have followed it, it has kept us out of the muck and mire we’re caught in today. “[3] Nevertheless the price of fame now includes having your personal life undergo incredible scrutiny.  All in the name of the public’s right to know.  Whether or not it’s true doesn’t matter much anymore, a reputation can be trashed by lies just as fast as it can be with the truth.  Twenty years ago journalists regarded themselves proudly as reporters, not peeping Toms looking for the latest scoop.  Stories of that nature were considered degrading and not worthy of a place on America’s breakfast table.  Sadly that respect and honor has been lost, down the toilet along with journalists’ integrity.  As a result it is getting harder and harder to tell the difference between a newspaper and a tabloid magazine.

This has not happened completely unseen, however.  Not by a long shot.  Right now, it is incredibly easy to find a book on all the problems with journalism, but finding a book about what is good about journalism today? A whole other story.  Craig Crawford, a journalist and a politician says in his book,  Attack the Messenger: How Politicians Turn You Against the Media, “Consuming news with skepticism is a good thing.  Plenty of reporting is biased, misinformed, and, yes, just plain stupid.”[4] Bernard Goldberg elaborates, “So, for me anyway, it’s not just the bias itself but also the illiberal arrogance and elitism and the contempt too many big journalists have for the ordinary Americans.”[5] It’s not just the lack of journalistic excellence being questioned but also the lack of accountability, which is crucial in a profession driven by getting the facts right.  “In a liberal media world, where taking the approved position often trumps getting it right, journalistic accountability loses all meaning.”[6] All these books highlight the problem but never seem to touch the root of the problem.  Why is bad reporting suddenly acceptable?  Unconfirmed stories front page?  Facts not checked?  Clearly biased reporting, expected?  What changed in the hearts and minds of the leaders the press for them to let this slide?  At the root of this problem is a loss of the true responsibility of journalism, and a loss of the value of truth.

Dictionary of the English Language defines journalism as such, “The style of writing characteristic of material in newspapers and magazines, consisting of the direct presentation of facts or occurrences with little attempt at analysis or interpretation.” [7] The World Book Encyclopedia says, “Journalists…have an obligation to be accurate and to tell of sides of the story.”[8] Journalists and the profession they practice is one of information, informing the public, protecting the public, influencing the public and entertaining the public.  In all of this is the responsibility to decide what news is important enough for the public to hear.  Lately some problems have arisen regarding what exactly “freedom of the press” means.  The inspiration of freedom of the press was that we would be a country with a news service free of government censorship and with the ability to discover the truth and report it, no matter the consequence.  With this freedom comes a responsibility to be wise in discovering truth, and a pressure to be accurate.  Our democratic republic depends on a free press, because the press controls the public.  Government controlled press often becomes propaganda, which has long been used as a tool in turning people to socialistic revolutions.  Consequently the press has immense power and whoever controls the news has that power along with the responsibility to portray truth completely and without bias.

Portraying truth is vital, as it can directly impact or sway the public’s view point.  When truth is given, people can make an informed decision on issues, taken from comprehensive and complete coverage.  Allowing the public to decide is one of journalism’s lost principles in this non-absolute world.  For some reason the press no longer considers we the people capable of handling the truth.  As a result the position has moved from giving the facts and letting people decide, to giving opinion and telling people what to decide.  There is no desire to discover the truth, the facts, and report them as they are, without spin or elaboration.  Truth is reduced to a political and social weapon with the ability to take whatever form needed to suit its master.  In light of this, it makes sense that journalists are no longer being held accountable to be accurate.  Reporting is no longer about gathering facts on events relevant to the public and reporting them in an honest and open way.  It is about using the guise of “fair and balanced” to manipulate the public into believing a certain viewpoint based on political correctness or the social norm.  These people don’t see themselves as doing anything wrong.  Because of their disbelief in objective truth, right and wrong don’t matter much as long as what they say achieves a certain goal, either for themselves or a certain cause.  Truth is no longer truth, objective and real, it is whatever it needs to be, subjective and nebulous.

This dismissal of absolute truth arises from a Secular Humanists worldview.  Secular Humanists believe in a completely natural world, void of all intangible things.  God is only a myth, created by the minds of desperate men and continued by those who wish to exploit common man.  Because there is no Higher Authority, any claim of absolute truth is to be discounted as false.  This leaves man as the highest being.  Secular Humanism believes man is the chief end of everything.  Everything is decided by him and he controls his own destiny.  Basically good, man has the ability to make his own way in the world according to his own measures.  Other men cannot pass judgment on him because what may be true for them is not true for him.  This mindset is called moral relativism.  Truth cannot be transcendent because each man creates his own truth according to his own situation.  While this approach may not be completely obvious in the realm of journalism, its influence is most definitely felt.

A J Ayer, a humanist philosopher, provides an interesting viewpoint on morality and the basis for truth, “The only possible basis for a sound morality is mutual tolerance and respect: tolerance of one another’s customs and opinions; respect for one another’s rights and feelings; awareness of one another’s needs.”[9] This particular mindset happens to be very prevalent among journalists and editors.  Maybe truth isn’t publicly attacked, but a direct attack isn’t needed for truth to become irrelevant.  The cry for tolerance chips away at truth as surely, if not more effectively than any frontal charge.  “…when you see your main role as being ‘decent’ and ‘compassionate’ rather than telling the whole truth, it’s a very short leap from ‘reporter’ to ‘pasty’.”[10] ABC’s president, David Westin, goes further when he says it is improper for a journalist to take a stance on right and wrong.[11] Slowly, under the guise of tolerance and understanding, truth is being trivialized and discredited.  Secular Humanism is the driving force behind this growing problem within journalism.

Everyday journalists need to make a decision on truth, and that decision influences how they write, how they report and how they examine facts and evidence.  Without a strong position on truth how can they write objectively?  Truth is not just what journalists pursue, it’s vital to them doing their job well and living up to creed of being honest, fair and courageous in gathering, reporting and interpreting information.[12]

In contrast to Secular Humanism, Christianity holds to absolute truth based on God’s word and divine revelation.  As the creator, God is our divine authority and we are held accountable to His laws for every action we take.  There are objective truths which transcend time, culture and situation.  Spelled out in the Ten Commandments are the basic moral principles we, as people, are to adhere to.  Among these is, “You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.”[13] False testimony is any deviation from absolute truth.  This statement from the JCE, “Test the accuracy of information from all sources and exercise care to avoid inadvertent error.  Deliberate distortion is never permissible.”[14] sounds strangely familiar.  Even the Journalistic Code of Ethics follows Biblical standards when dealing with information’s integrity.

Journalism adheres to its position as the public’s protector very seriously.  Like a growling watchdog, the press prowls keeping America’s institutions on the up and up, particularly the government.  They are constantly working to expose the shady dealings of bureaucratic establishments.  Sometimes, however, the dog needs to be turned in on itself.  With all that time spent holding others accountable, the press fails to clean their act up and suffers because of it.  This problem must be fixed and the way to do it is from the inside out.  Lobbying and signing petitions can only go so far, we must get the press to hold itself accountable.  Mistakes must be admitted, corrections given, standards adhered to; steps must be taken to bring integrity back to the newsroom.[15]

Once upon a time mistakes in newsprint were admitted, and corrections were given usually accompanied by an apology from the newspaper.  Because of this consequence, journalists were automatically held to a higher standard.  No one wanted to have their story pulled and to apologize publicly.  It was a major blot on your resume.  These days the only mistakes corrected are perhaps a date printed wrong or a name misspelled, nothing serious, and it’s not because there aren’t any.  The first step to fixing the press will be admitting there is something wrong in journalism today.  Corrections must be prominently displayed, not stuck on the last page among local gossip.  If it was a front page story, display front page corrections.  This will cause journalists to be more careful when writing.  The quality of the stories will improve.

The quality of the story also reflects the integrity of a newsroom.  Too many unconfirmed stories are being printed as news.  Stopping unconfirmed stories will immediately tighten up a newsroom and force journalists to choose carefully what they write and the sources they use.  If an unverified story is printed, acknowledge that it is unconfirmed so the public knows what they are reading.

Being willing to admit mistakes will be the hardest for journalists and editors to change when cleaning up the press.  For an establishment to admit a mistake puts a shadow of doubt over everything else they print.  But this is key, if the media can commit to saving the press and follow through with it, the public will reward that and begin to trust news more.  Ultimately, journalism will have to learn to hold themselves to the same high standards to which they hold everybody else.  The watchdog must learn to watch his own house as well as his master’s.

The media is a relationship between the press and the consumer public.  How people approach news is sometimes half the problem.  Journalism, right now, is faulty and the public must understand that.  There is biased reporting, omission of facts, unconfirmed stories and sensationalistic news, all faulty journalism.  The answer is not to abandon “liberal” news sources for conservative or Christian news.  Bias exists on both sides of the political spectrum and one is not more holy than the other.  In response to the liberal leanings of the mainstream media, conservative outlets have popped up, primarily in radio and online.  But one must be just as careful when consuming news from these sources as from liberal ones.  “In his view (Edward R. Murrow), the job of a reporter is, ‘to know one’s own prejudices and try to do the best you can to be fair.’ Not a bad approach to take in the news biz or in life.”[16] This philosophy also works when observing news and coming to conclusions.  We, as the public, need to realize that journalists are only human, just humans placed in positions of responsibility.  Read the story, check the facts, go to a trusted source, know what you are reading, be informed and don’t be taken in by flashy packaging or big words.

Make sure to support solid news sources.  Another way we can promote good journalism is to make it good for business.  Networks are driven by ratings, if people don’t watch a newscast the ratings go down.  In that way we can control what is broadcast.  Above all, consume news skeptically.  Wait till you know all the facts available before jumping to conclusions.  Jesus said, “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves.  Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.”[17] If you are well informed you will not be deceived.  Remember that a journalist’s job is to present you the story straight, just the facts and explanation, anything else and he’s selling something.  The public must become proactive in consuming news wisely.  In this day and age there is no excuse for being fooled.

Because the root and the solution for this problem are in two very different worldviews we will again examine the two and highlight the major differences.  Christianity presents a very different view of the world than Secular Humanism.  To Humanists the world is a result of complete chance, random happenings coming together to form what is today.  Man is the ultimate authority and therefore has no one to answer to except himself.  Laws and morality came about by man’s design and have no other inspiration.  Truth is irrelevant because it is created by each person to suit their own needs and as such cannot be applied to every person in every situation.  In as much, we cannot pass judgment on people because in their mind their actions could be completely justified.  Tolerance is a popular word among Humanists and is repeatedly pulled out to shame Christians.  However, tolerance is really just a pretty word for the fact that we all must eat our opinions and ultimately the truth because it might offend someone.  We cannot afford to do that right now.  Truth is needed now more than ever!  The world searches frantically for a truth it cannot in itself supply, only God can.  With each passing day, truth is marginalized more and more but, because it is presented as being tolerant, people accept it.

As opposed to Secular Humanism Christians do not begin with man, but with God, who created and ordered the Earth.  He is a God of order and has set down laws by which mankind must follow.  Unlike Secular Humanism, humans are accountable to Him according to His word, not theirs.  God is truth, so truth is real and objective.  There is an ultimate moral code which applies to all man.  Wisdom of any worth comes from God for it says, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding,”[18] We cannot hope to make sense of this world without first starting with an all-knowing creator who is God.

Secular Humanism gives you a wishy-washy definition of truth based on our feeble minds.  Through Humanism you cannot hope for anything greater than yourself, you are limited to trying to report truth with a worldview that does not believe in absolute truth.  People twist and turn, flip and flop and change constantly because they have no one to be accountable to.  For them, truth is just a word and if truth isn’t real, why not use it for personal gain?  Christianity gives you a solid foundation from which to consistently base your decisions and actions.  A Christian reporter is truly able to be as unbiased as possible because they know the truth, and the truth never changes.  They are wise because they start with God.  They dismiss the petty wisdom of this world because, “Has not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?”[19] And they strive to be the best that they can because they live for something greater than themselves.  The key is not to report Christian news or conservative news; it is to be a journalist reporting the news accurately.

Many people today are dissatisfied with the news.  If you don’t believe me take a walk down to your local bookstore.  The shelves are lined with books about the problems in news today, it’s everywhere.  We as Christians need to step up, not with more Christian newspapers, websites, etc.  We need to rediscover the value of truth and instill it in our kids.  Don’t be a casual consumer of the news, believing everything that is said; make sure that what you are hearing is truly unbiased journalism.  Examine the language, the sources, and the attitude.  Don’t passively believe something.  We should encourage young people to pursue careers journalism.  Teach them the true responsibility of journalism and instill in them a curiosity to uncover the truth.  If you are involved in journalism, do it to the best of your ability.  Rise above the petty bias and the pressure to be politically correct.  Pursue the truth on both sides, even if it means bringing out the bad side of something good.

The value of absolute truth has been lost and as a result journalism has suffered.  But there are good journalists out there, committed to reporting truth even if it’s not popular.  We must support these courageous men and women and seek to add to their ranks.  Truth will always stand and we must stand with it, not matter the cost.


[1] Schanberg, Sydney H., The Business of Journalism, The News Press © 2000, pg. 122-124

[2] Ibid., pg. 122

[3] Ibid., pg. 130

[4] Crawford, Craig, Attack the Messenger: How Politicians Turn You Against the Media, Rowman & Littlefield Publishers Inc. © 2006, pg. 16

[5] Goldberg, Bernard, Arrogance, Warner Books Inc., © 2003, pg. 37

[6] Ibid., pg. 167

[7] Morris, William, Dictionary of the English Language, American Heritage Publishing © 1969, pg. 707

[8] NA, The World Book Encyclopedia, 75th ed., World Book Inc., © 1992, pg. 72

[9] A J Ayer, The Humanist Outlook, 1968

[10] Goldberg, Bernard, Arrogance, Warner Books Inc., © 2003, pg. 167

[11] Ibid., pg. 201

[12] Sigma Delta Chi, Society of Professional Journalists; Code of Ethics, revised 1996

[13] NA, The Bible, Zondervan, © 2002, Exodus 20:16

[14] Sigma Delta Chi, Society of Professional Journalists; Code of Ethics, revised 1996

[15] Schanberg, Sydney H., The Business of Journalism, The News Press © 2000, pg. 123-124

[16] Hirsen, James, Hollywood Nation, Crown Publishing Group, © 2005, pg. 82

[17] NA, The Bible, Zondervan, © 2002, Matthew 10:16

[18] Ibid., Proverbs 9:10

[19] Ibid., 1 Corinthians 1:20

September 9, 2009

So, feeling very left out…

After reading all my amazing friends’ most recent blog posts, I am very much in the danger making my blog feel left out…So, for the sake of the feelings of my non-human and therefore non-feeling blog, (technicalities, I know) I will POST! *said in very dramatic, Eezma type voice*

Righto…College.  It’s different.  Very different.  Learning lots of new words different. =)

It looks like we finally have a church, so that’s exciting.  Me being a senior in a whole new place.  That’s also exciting.

Ooo…I have a bedroom.  I’m getting kicked out for about five days.  No worries Auntie Betsy, it’s all good.  You can have my bedroom for as long as you like.  Within reason.  Let’s not do the Hawaii thing over again, okay?  No really, you’re cool.  I’m just kidding =)

Okay, beginning monologue. *begins monologue*  Free writing! Oh, what a joy…to let your thoughts flow like liquid from your brain, down your arm, through your fingertips, to the pen and onto page.  (what was that noise?)  To be free, without restraint from the evils of institution!  Editing.  The horror (yikes, I don’t like horror)!  Cramping your style and weighing down the flow of creative juices.  It’s up to you and you alone to look within yourself (do I really want to do that?) and find that best self and use it to strive for success.  Success only you can define!  Don’t let the world tell you what success is (how dare they have standards!) for the world doesn’t know you.  Only you can know you and only you can achieve success…by yourself.  There are no right or wrong answers (except we’re going to grade you on your answers) and those (low *gasp!*) scores aren’t failures at all!  Only places you must work harder in (umm, yeah, you really stink in those areas).  You are free to pursue you success, using your unique learning style…Although, to achieve success you must; keep a regular journal (expressing your feelings an all that junk), keep an up-to-date calendar or some form of DayTimer,  ask for help, find a study partner, find a study group,  never stray from your dreams and goals, never make an unwise decision, always make wise decisions regarding your studies, know what you are going to be/do, have long-term and short-term goals, have an effective plan for achieving those goals, set the bar high (although you define success, so set the bar wherever you see fit), be organized, and above all…be yourself!

*takes a deep breath* Sounds crazy right?  Yeah, it is and this is why I hate self-help books.  All they tell you is to look in.  Are you kidding me?!  I would fail drastically if all I did was look inward to find success.

Okay, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I didn’t mean any of those things I wrote, even though I personally heard every one of them in a the space of a single class.  Do you see the irony of the last statement?  If you didn’t look again…looking…okay got it?  Yeah, it’s kinda weird, but I’m interested all the same.  It’s going to be a fun class…

So there’s my post.  My blog no longer feels left out. =)

lifeisgood!

August 24, 2009

Awkward goodbyes…(looking back)

Looking back, this is the general outline of the conversations this morning with me communicating this is my last Sunday and people giving me puzzled looks.

Me: Hey, ________ (insert random person’s name) How are you doing?

Other person:  Good, good…what are you doing this summer?

Me: Uh, well, I’m leaving this Thursday to work at Bighorn, then I’m moving.

OP (for time’s sake we will now call the “Other Person” the “OP”):  Moving!! Wait…you’re moving!? Where? Why? (hurt expression coupled with confusion to follow)

Me: (awkwardly) Umm…well, my family is moving to Colorado Springs, so…

OP: Oh, Colorado Springs, that’s nice…You excited?

Me:  Yeah, I’m excited. Kinda sad though, this is my last Sunday *braces*

OP: Uhh?  Oh my gosh!  Oh, I’m sad!! This is crazy! This is like, forever then?

Me: Uh, yeah.

OP:  Wow. Okay…wow.  Wait, everyone is moving this Thursday?? *looks frantically around for my family, hoping we haven’t, on a whim, decided to all leave in the past five minutes*

Me:  No, just me.  Although my Mom is leaving with me, but she’s not leaving for good, she’ll be back.

OP:  Oh, okay.  Well…*peters off into an awkward goodybye*

Yeah you didn’t know, cuz I didn’t tell you!

– So I wrote this before I left for the summer and now, sitting here at the end of summer I find it quite humorous to look back and see my thought process.  Cj just read this over my shoulder and laughed, so it must be pretty good =)

August 9, 2009

Journal Notes

“Grrrr…” I muttered beneath my breath.  I felt like my life was being turned upside down by this all powerful hand and what annoyed and slightly awed me was; it may have been my fault.

July 26th, 2009 – 2:32AM

“Challenge.  It’s an exhilarating word.  Fear edged with anticipation flood me when I am challenged.  Very rarely, though, I am truly challenged.  Most of the time I’ll say I’m challenged, but it’s usually not very difficult to embrace the challenge.  It’s something I want to do, something I’m good at, something that’s easy for me.  But, if for some insane reason, I am asked to do something I don’t want to do, I never see that as a challenge, more as a hindrance.  I tend to just do it, get it over with and God knows that.  Because he has now given me a challenge to step into a position with an open heart and hand, and it’s truly challenging.  Conflict arises between knowing I need to and will eventually step into this challenge and not wanting to because it will be stinking hard, and I don’t want to.  Annoyance also comes because I know God’s tapping me on the shoulder saying, ‘You can do this and you know it, you just don’t want to.  You’re gonna do this and you know it.  Just trust me.’  Then like a stubborn mule, I kick and I bite and I hurl excuses.  But, like an experienced debater I pick holes in my own excuses knowing I am just unwilling to trust God.  I asked God for process, I asked him for humility, humbleness, and trust.  Funny, I should have known he would have taken me seriously.”

August 7, 2009

Mud mire and heavy machines…(part 2)

Morning dawns the next day with Ops keeping busy during the morning with various jobs.  Lunch rolls around and afterwards we meet for the afternoon assignments.  The pond-to-be-but-right-now-mud-hole is priority so down we trudge again to hopefully dig out the backhoe.  Having rained slightly the night before, the ground is still damp but considerably drier than the day before.  With high hopes we eagerly launch into digging around the back hoe and trying to drain the remaining water from the hole.  Jim gets on the freshly freed front loader and begins to move a dirt pile which needs moving (?).  Taking a break, we sit down in the shade and watch Jim nervously as he traverses the very section from which he was pulled only twenty-four hours before.  Still muddy, the front loader struggles in the muddy mess and we cringe as we observe the tell-tale shuddering and spinning of the tires.  Groaning sarcastically, we sit until Jim motions us over with a sheepish wave of the hand.  We grab shovels and begin, once again, the process of digging a multi-ton machine out of the mire.  Ten minutes later the front loader struggles free.  We feel pretty good as we begin to work again, but lady luck was just about to desert us for a third and final time.

Soon after breaking loose a second time the front loader decided open air was a little to much and sought the refuge of slimy mud, this time to the extreme.  Thouroughly amused at this point we start digging.  Trenches to drain the water, ramps for the wheels, out around the axles, from under the back end… On our hands and knees in the muck, digging with our hands in the places to small for a shovel.  Out comes the chain, significantly shorter than yesterday, and the 6×6 to begin an epic battle.  Try after try fails, as the front loader slowly digs itself deeper and deeper into muddy mire.  Amazingly the chain holds but to no avail.  Strangely enough, we remain upbeat and joking as we dig time after time.  Under the axle, my hands and knees are coated in mud as I scrape out muck, hoping for the faintest glimmer of daylight to show I had escaped.  We banter back and forth under a heavy machine about digging our way out from prison.  So focused are we that we need to be pulled away to stop for the day.  Defeated but not demoralized, we retire.

The next afternoon, with a newly braided rope and fresh determination, we attack.  Mud flying and shovels crunching, we build the best ramps, stuff the best firewood under the wheels, clean the treads till they’re spotless and try again.  From behind a protective berm, all we see is the tops of the two beasts puffing and growling; resembling very much a battle between two transformers.  Maybe it was the braided rope, maybe it was the drier mud, or maybe it was just time, but for whatever reason about mid-afternoon, much to the surprise of everyone, the front loader smoothly pulled free from it’s muddy prison.  Somewhat dumbstruck by the apparent ease of the maneuver we sigh with relief.  The divot is impressive, about four feet deep and still spongy with moisture.  We all agree though that the area needs to be avoided all together in the future.

The next day, outside help is brought in, and in the space of one day; the back hoe is freed, the divot filled in and the pond dug completely… Funny what you can do with the right equipment =)

July 29, 2009

Mud mire and heavy machines…

The saga began Monday morning with our fearless leader, Jim getting not one but two heavy machines stuck in a post-pond mud mire.  Due to the recent rainstorms/thunderstorms the the dirt/mud became mud/soupy nastiness.  Oh, yes, and we had both two-ton machines stuck axle deep in the mess of muddy goodness.  The afternoon rolls around with a determined and slightly shocked group of summer staff surveying the huge pit and the two pieces of equipment listing lazily in the bog.  Armed with shovels and elbow grease the digging begins.  First a trench to drain the standing water around the four massive wheels.  Then attempting to extract as much mud from around the wheels as possible.  Shoes become coated with an extra five pounds of mud, legs up to knees covered in gray-brown muck and faces red and sweaty, perspiring from beneath layers of dust.  Engine roaring, the front loader struggles to break free from her mud coffin, but to no avail and she falls back with a groan.  Spinning uselessly in the mud, the two drive wheels lose whatever tread they had and become as slick as racing tires.  When stopped, the treads are cleaned out by hand, akin to cleaning teeth that get dirty again in thirty seconds.

Eventually it becomes clear that the front loader is not strong enough by itself to break free from the sucking mud and reinforcements are called in.  Introducing the “6 by 6″ a retired military transport turned big dawg on camp, used for everything from transporting campers to pulling out various stuck things, such as, front loaders.  Surely, it would provide the power needed to resurrect the falling heavy machine… Two towing straps, two failed chain links and three retired dynamic ropes later, it’s  not the power that’s the problem, it the method of attachment.  Oh, and those dynamic ropes aren’t dynamic anymore.  Time wears on and the sun sinks lower in the sky, after stopping for a group prayer we give it one last try.  The chain holds, the 6×6 strains, and finally the front loader inches free, and rolls openly on dry ground.  Exhausted and covered in mud, we go clean off in the river.  Little did we know…