Thoughts...

First Sounders Game

I was at the inaugural Sounders FC game on Thursday, and it was pretty incredible.  Pioneer Square was swamped with green-clad fans hours before the game.  3,000+ people paraded towards Qwest Field with the ‘Soundwave’ marching band.  The lower bowl of Qwest was a sea of lime green, with scarves being held high throughout the match.  Hopefully this atmosphere can continue.  It if does, we will become the premier soccer destination in the United States.  Here’s a link to my photobucket album of the occasion. http://s360.photobucket.com/albums/oo42/csinser/Sounders%20FC%20Inaugural%20Game/

Something my Friend Wrote for His Religion Class

I wish I had your balls…..

I feel as if I am walking away from this chapter with more questions than I had going into it.  With this “Trinitarian god” concept being esoteric and incongruous enough in itself, attempting to grasp its perhaps most ambiguous feature has left me somewhere between insane and confused.  If this god is a relational one, seeking communion with us, I struggle to understand why it would opt to appear as a “rushing, mighty wind” (Ware 90).  When was the last time you were inclined to strike up a conversation with the same creature that blew your hard earned dollar off into the abyss of the Fred Meyer parking lot only to watch it get mowed over by the closest automobile in a rush to purchase cheap alcohol?  What purpose could this holy spirit serve other than to provide us with yet another completely nonsensical depiction of a god we aren’t ever supposed to understand entirely anyway? 

If this all wasn’t enough, after coming to grips with the fact that the monotheistic god that over a quarter of the world worships is in fact comprised of three parts, one of which was likened to a gusting of wind, I subsequently learn that this meteorlogic phenomenon of god also has transfigurative powers.  And not only that, of all things this passionate, loving deity could transform itself into, it opts also to appear in the form of a “cloud of light” (Ware 93).  I by no means consider myself to be a theologian, but I can come up with several better forms for God to assume (none of which resemble a fog machine).  I’m glad others can sleep at night but I hope you can at least understand my slight reservations in entrusting my life to a spiritual entity that seems to split its time pretty evenly between gusting winds and foggy lights who was last spotted about 2000 years ago dead on a cross.