Showing posts with label Personal Growth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal Growth. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Our Rest a Stone

"Taking one of the stones of the place, he put it under his head and lay down in that place to sleep." -Genesis 28:11

Jacob's Dream, by Gustav Dore
Jacob was traveling to a land he'd never been to before and stopped to get a wink of sleep.  What followed was him getting a stone to rest his head on and a terrific encounter with God (in a dream) that changed his life for the next 20 plus years.  (Note: Jacob didn't convert here, he just began a greater faith journey.  Read this post for more on that story).

That stone of course, was a type (or symbol) that prefigured (i.e foreshadowed) the coming Messiah.  (We know this because Christ is referred to as "the Stone" in other prophetic pictures, and Messiah means "Anointed One."  Jacob literally anoints his "sleep stone" after he has the dream; see v. 18).

Anywho, here's the point: As we sojourn through this world, God calls us to rest on that offensive stumbling Stone known as Christ (Isaiah 8:14, 1 Peter 2:8, Romans 9:32).  And He is terribly offensive!  He will create custom-tailored offenses, just for you, in order to offend out of you everything that does not belong to Himself.  The offense is so great that many people often choose to stop following Him after awhile simply because they cannot bear to deal with Him.  Only those who are sober to the reality that there's nowhere else to go stick around (see John 6:66-68).

To rest on Him, therefore, will be most uncomfortable, as it would for anyone sleeping on a rock, and yet, it will be the only rest that is actually life-giving.  Whatever the fitful repose we have on that Stone now, things will be different for us as we learn to cease striving in our own ways, our own comforts and strengths, etc.  Our rest in Christ will eventually be sweeter, truer and better than the kind of sleep we became accustomed to when going our own way.  That kind of sleep actually puts us into a sleep of stupor-of terrible spiritual dullness where we are unaware of Him and what is real, what is moral, what is just and what is Truth.  Pilate was in such a sleep when he looked Christ who is the Truth (John 14:6) in the face and asked Him "What is truth?" (John 18:38).

It has been said that the best night of sleep Jacob ever got was the night that he slept on that Stone.  So rest on the Stone, but just as the old hymn, Nearer My God to Thee says, "My rest a Stone" remember that your rest is a Stone!!!   Do not expect to be comfortable, for He will press you to the breaking point till you no longer rely on yourself but on Him (2 Cor 1:9).  Expect to be alive and have rich encounters with Him that changes not only your own life, but the lives of those all around you for generations to come as a result of your trusting in Him.




Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Abundance and Abasement


Sometimes God calls us to go through deserts and trials to grow, but don't think that you won't one day reap with shouts of joy what you sowed in tears-and I don't mean only in Heaven-this is why King David clearly says he would "see the Goodness of the Lord in the Land of the Living."

Through trials and tribulations we enter the Kingdom (Acts 14:22) and grow in Christ, but don't think they are the only thing that are necessary for your growth in Christ.  He is all that is necessary, whether in trial or abundance.  He is INFINITE in love, and standing faultless before Christ in Heaven one day we will STILL be growing in that love without borders throughout all of eternity each and every day we are there.  So under perfect circumstances and in abundance of life we are also able to grow in love.  Zeal for God is not lessoned by standing in His Presence, but increased.  It's about Him, not the trial.  You can discover Him in abundance and abasement (Phil 4:12).  The trial is not essential; so don't own your pain, make it your friend and don't abide in it any longer than is necessary to endure for discipline's sake (Hebrews 12:11) and seek the release and promise of Christ over your life.  

If we are loved in the abundant seasons and receive what He has for us that is so far beyond what we can believe or stand or comprehend, what do we do then?  Who but God is up to the task of expanding our hearts to widely receive with matching capacities the boundless love He lavishes upon us?   And this is not too much for us to abide in as Christians.  To even receive Christ in the first place we had to be willing to have the love of God lavished on us, that we might be called the sons of God (1 John 3:1).  So just continue as you started in that love that exceeds perfection.  Say "yes" to His outpoured love over your life.  Come into alignment with the outrageous ways He's trying to love on you.  Dare to allow yourself to be loved, and where you falter, pray for strength to agree with God's thoughts over you.  Reject "rejection" as the Word being spoken over you now is complete acceptance in Christ through His outpoured Blood which qualifies you to stand unwavering in His Eternal Presence starting right now (Ephesians 1:3).

Friday, December 20, 2013

The Point of the Journey

Sometimes when we look ahead at what we're called to do, we can look up and down the "mountain" of our calling and say, "I'll never make it, that summit is just too high for me!"

Based off of where you are and your current perspective, chances are that you are accurate.

Right now, you probably don't have the muscles, discipline and dexterity needed to climb the mountain ahead of you.




But that's precisely why you've got to start climbing.  

Once you start moving, you begin to strengthen your lungs, your legs and your resolve.  You stretch and reach further and become more flexible as you go.  Even your grip becomes tenacious as each and every finger gets stronger and tougher.  You learn how to navigate the tricky spots so that you no longer get stuck at places you once consider impasses.  Long reaches that once took you hours to figure out (or things you even had to move around) now become simple exercises that you've done hundreds of times before.  By the time you reach the summit, you'll be as tough and nimble as a mountain goat-completely agreeable to living at the top.

In short, the point of having to take the journey to where you are going is to make you ready to abide in the place where you'll be staying.

So take heart and begin your long journey at the base of the mountain you are meant to conquer.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

An Appetite for Reading.


I currently have about 10 books that I’m reading.  This is not an accident; neither is it a rare occurrence.  I almost always have about 10 books that I’m reading.  Each book takes months for me to read because I read a little bit, maybe even a lot, intensely for a short period of time.  Then I get bored with that book and move on to another, leaving the first book unfinished.  I usually continue this process through a cycle of 10 books (whatever the reason, that’s about the average).  Some books stay on my “currently reading” pile for over a year. 

I’m not saying that this practice doesn’t have its disadvantages.  It was about useless while I was going to school because I could hardly ever stomach to read books straightway through for my classes.  But now that I’m free from the bonds of my educational servitude, I’m reading whatever I want, whenever I want, and it’s most delightful and in my opinion, more effective in a lot of ways. 

The huge advantage of this is that there’s never a day that goes by that I don’t read.  I’ve learned that I’m always in the mood to read, it’s just a matter of what I read that comes into question.  Therefore, I read strictly according to mood, according to the dictates of the a
ppetite of my brain’s desire.  I sometimes ask, “What am I mentally hungry for today?”

As a result, military history today might turn into a study on the Catholic Popes Past tomorrow.  As much as possible, I try to avoid “disciplining” myself to read stuff that seems like it would be “good” for me to read as I don’t think there’s too much profit in that kind of lifestyle.  I’ll just end up reading less (bad), remember less (very bad) and enjoy it less (also bad) if I try. 

And let us not, I say, underestimate the importance of enjoyment when it comes to reading (or a great many other activites for that matter).  I could be wrong, but I believe that retention is deeply tied to enjoyment.  This theory isn’t exactly rocket science, but I believe that it stands up to common sense.  Think of movies you’ve seen.  You remember the ones you like, but the ones you couldn’t care less for—well they probably don’t come up in the memory that much anymore.  Our memories seem to care for things that our hearts care about too. 

This is why I read 10 books at a time—it’s hugely important to me that when I read, I enjoy it.  Perhaps this is why school learning frustrated the dickens out of me and why I feel like I hardly remember most of what I read for school!  AUGH!   That’s just me though.  I know that, for some people, my reading practices drive them absolutely insane.  However, for those who struggle to read through a book, or to read regularly, I invite you to try this.  It works and it’s actually loads of fun!

Friday, November 29, 2013

George Orwell on Writing Style

George Orwell
Below in its entirety is an essay entitled Politics and the English Language by George Orwell, more famously known as the author of Animal Farm and 1984.  This is considered his most important essay on style and is a good read for anyone who wants to better their understanding of communication in general. Besides that it's an excellent companion piece to be read with Orwell's novels and a must read for writers as well.  I'm including it on my blog because I think that Orwell has some life-changing points on some tough topics that most of us miss unless we give his writings some additional thought.  The essay is long for a blog entry, so feel free to read a portion and come back to it.

Politics and the English Language

By George Orwell

Most people who bother with the matter at all would admit that the English language is in a bad way, but it is generally assumed that we cannot by conscious action do anything about it. Our civilization is decadent and our language -- so the argument runs -- must inevitably share in the general collapse. It follows that any struggle against the abuse of language is a sentimental archaism, like preferring candles to electric light or hansom cabs to aeroplanes. Underneath this lies the half-conscious belief that language is a natural growth and not an instrument which we shape for our own purposes.

Now, it is clear that the decline of a language must ultimately have political and economic causes: it is not due simply to the bad influence of this or that individual writer. But an effect can become a cause, reinforcing the original cause and producing the same effect in an intensified form, and so on indefinitely. A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, and then fail all the more completely because he drinks. It is rather the same thing that is happening to the English language. It becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts. The point is that the process is reversible. Modern English, especially written English, is full of bad habits which spread by imitation and which can be avoided if one is willing to take the necessary trouble. If one gets rid of these habits one can think more clearly, and to think clearly is a necessary first step toward political regeneration: so that the fight against bad English is not frivolous and is not the exclusive concern of professional writers. I will come back to this presently, and I hope that by that time the meaning of what I have said here will have become clearer. Meanwhile, here are five specimens of the English language as it is now habitually written.

These five passages have not been picked out because they are especially bad -- I could have quoted far worse if I had chosen -- but because they illustrate various of the mental vices from which we now suffer. They are a little below the average, but are fairly representative examples. I number them so that I can refer back to them when necessary:
    1. I am not, indeed, sure whether it is not true to say that the Milton who once seemed not unlike a seventeenth-century Shelley had not become, out of an experience ever more bitter in each year, more alien [sic] to the founder of that Jesuit sect which nothing could induce him to tolerate.
      Professor Harold Laski (Essay in Freedom of Expression)
    2. Above all, we cannot play ducks and drakes with a native battery of idioms which prescribes egregious collocations of vocables as the Basic put up with for tolerate, or put at a loss forbewilder .
      Professor Lancelot Hogben (Interglossa)
    3. On the one side we have the free personality: by definition it is not neurotic, for it has neither conflict nor dream. Its desires, such as they are, are transparent, for they are just what institutional approval keeps in the forefront of consciousness; another institutional pattern would alter their number and intensity; there is little in them that is natural, irreducible, or culturally dangerous. But on the other side, the social bond itself is nothing but the mutual reflection of these self-secure integrities. Recall the definition of love. Is not this the very picture of a small academic? Where is there a place in this hall of mirrors for either personality or fraternity?
      Essay on psychology in Politics (New York)
    4. All the "best people" from the gentlemen's clubs, and all the frantic fascist captains, united in common hatred of Socialism and bestial horror at the rising tide of the mass revolutionary movement, have turned to acts of provocation, to foul incendiarism, to medieval legends of poisoned wells, to legalize their own destruction of proletarian organizations, and rouse the agitated petty-bourgeoise to chauvinistic fervor on behalf of the fight against the revolutionary way out of the crisis.
      Communist pamphlet
    5. If a new spirit is to be infused into this old country, there is one thorny and contentious reform which must be tackled, and that is the humanization and galvanization of the B.B.C. Timidity here will bespeak canker and atrophy of the soul. The heart of Britain may be sound and of strong beat, for instance, but the British lion's roar at present is like that of Bottom in Shakespeare'sMidsummer Night's Dream -- as gentle as any sucking dove. A virile new Britain cannot continue indefinitely to be traduced in the eyes or rather ears, of the world by the effete languors of Langham Place, brazenly masquerading as "standard English." When the Voice of Britain is heard at nine o'clock, better far and infinitely less ludicrous to hear aitches honestly dropped than the present priggish, inflated, inhibited, school-ma'amish arch braying of blameless bashful mewing maidens!
      Letter in Tribune

Each of these passages has faults of its own, but, quite apart from avoidable ugliness, two qualities are common to all of them. The first is staleness of imagery; the other is lack of precision. The writer either has a meaning and cannot express it, or he inadvertently says something else, or he is almost indifferent as to whether his words mean anything or not. This mixture of vagueness and sheer incompetence is the most marked characteristic of modern English prose, and especially of any kind of political writing. As soon as certain topics are raised, the concrete melts into the abstract and no one seems able to think of turns of speech that are not hackneyed: prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse. I list below, with notes and examples, various of the tricks by means of which the work of prose construction is habitually dodged:

Dying metaphors. A newly invented metaphor assists thought by evoking a visual image, while on the other hand a metaphor which is technically "dead" (e.g. iron resolution) has in effect reverted to being an ordinary word and can generally be used without loss of vividness. But in between these two classes there is a huge dump of worn-out metaphors which have lost all evocative power and are merely used because they save people the trouble of inventing phrases for themselves. Examples are: Ring the changes on, take up the cudgel for, toe the line, ride roughshod over, stand shoulder to shoulder with, play into the hands of, no axe to grind, grist to the mill, fishing in troubled waters, on the order of the day, Achilles' heel, swan song, hotbed. Many of these are used without knowledge of their meaning (what is a "rift," for instance?), and incompatible metaphors are frequently mixed, a sure sign that the writer is not interested in what he is saying. Some metaphors now current have been twisted out of their original meaning without those who use them even being aware of the fact. For example, toe the line is sometimes written as tow the line. Another example is the hammer and the anvil, now always used with the implication that the anvil gets the worst of it. In real life it is always the anvil that breaks the hammer, never the other way about: a writer who stopped to think what he was saying would avoid perverting the original phrase.

Operators or verbal false limbs. These save the trouble of picking out appropriate verbs and nouns, and at the same time pad each sentence with extra syllables which give it an appearance of symmetry. Characteristic phrases are render inoperative, militate against, make contact with, be subjected to, give rise to, give grounds for, have the effect of, play a leading part (role) in, make itself felt, take effect, exhibit a tendency to, serve the purpose of, etc., etc. The keynote is the elimination of simple verbs. Instead of being a single word, such as break, stop, spoil, mend, kill, a verb becomes a phrase, made up of a noun or adjective tacked on to some general-purpose verb such as prove, serve, form, play, render. In addition, the passive voice is wherever possible used in preference to the active, and noun constructions are used instead of gerunds (by examination of instead of by examining). The range of verbs is further cut down by means of the -ize and de-formations, and the banal statements are given an appearance of profundity by means of the not un- formation. Simple conjunctions and prepositions are replaced by such phrases as with respect to, having regard to, the fact that, by dint of, in view of, in the interests of, on the hypothesis that; and the ends of sentences are saved by anticlimax by such resounding commonplaces as greatly to be desired, cannot be left out of account, a development to be expected in the near future, deserving of serious consideration, brought to a satisfactory conclusion, and so on and so forth.

Pretentious diction. Words like phenomenon, element, individual (as noun), objective, categorical, effective, virtual, basic, primary, promote, constitute, exhibit, exploit, utilize, eliminate, liquidate, are used to dress up a simple statement and give an air of scientific impartiality to biased judgements. Adjectives like epoch-making, epic, historic, unforgettable, triumphant, age-old, inevitable, inexorable, veritable, are used to dignify the sordid process of international politics, while writing that aims at glorifying war usually takes on an archaic color, its characteristic words being: realm, throne, chariot, mailed fist, trident, sword, shield, buckler, banner, jackboot, clarion. Foreign words and expressions such as cul de sac, ancien regime, deus ex machina, mutatis mutandis, status quo, gleichschaltung, weltanschauung, are used to give an air of culture and elegance. Except for the useful abbreviations i.e., e.g., and etc., there is no real need for any of the hundreds of foreign phrases now current in the English language. Bad writers, and especially scientific, political, and sociological writers, are nearly always haunted by the notion that Latin or Greek words are grander than Saxon ones, and unnecessary words like expedite, ameliorate, predict, extraneous, deracinated, clandestine, subaqueous, and hundreds of others constantly gain ground from their Anglo-Saxon numbers.†   The jargon peculiar to Marxist writing (hyena, hangman, cannibal, petty bourgeois, these gentry, lackey, flunkey, mad dog, White Guard, etc.) consists largely of words translated from Russian, German, or French; but the normal way of coining a new word is to use Latin or Greek root with the appropriate affix and, where necessary, the size formation. It is often easier to make up words of this kind (deregionalize, impermissible, extramarital, non-fragmentary and so forth) than to think up the English words that will cover one's meaning. The result, in general, is an increase in slovenliness and vagueness.

[Note † An interesting illustration of this is the way in which English flower names were in use till very recently are being ousted by Greek ones, Snapdragon becoming antirrhinumforget-me-not becoming myosotis, etc. It is hard to see any practical reason for this change of fashion: it is probably due to an instinctive turning away from the more homely word and a vague feeling that the Greek word is scientific.]

Meaningless words. In certain kinds of writing, particularly in art criticism and literary criticism, it is normal to come across long passages which are almost completely lacking in meaning.††  Words like romantic, plastic, values, human, dead, sentimental, natural, vitality, as used in art criticism, are strictly meaningless, in the sense that they not only do not point to any discoverable object, but are hardly ever expected to do so by the reader. When one critic writes, "The outstanding feature of Mr. X's work is its living quality," while another writes, "The immediately striking thing about Mr. X's work is its peculiar deadness," the reader accepts this as a simple difference of opinion. If words like black and whitewere involved, instead of the jargon words dead and living, he would see at once that language was being used in an improper way. Many political words are similarly abused. The word Fascismhas now no meaning except in so far as it signifies "something not desirable." The words democracy, socialism, freedom, patriotic, realistic, justice have each of them several different meanings which cannot be reconciled with one another. In the case of a word like democracy, not only is there no agreed definition, but the attempt to make one is resisted from all sides. It is almost universally felt that when we call a country democratic we are praising it: consequently the defenders of every kind of regime claim that it is a democracy, and fear that they might have to stop using that word if it were tied down to any one meaning. Words of this kind are often used in a consciously dishonest way. That is, the person who uses them has his own private definition, but allows his hearer to think he means something quite different. Statements like Marshal Pétain was a true patriot, The Soviet press is the freest in the world, The Catholic Church is opposed to persecution, are almost always made with intent to deceive. Other words used in variable meanings, in most cases more or less dishonestly, are: class, totalitarian, science, progressive, reactionary, bourgeois, equality.

[Note †† Example: Comfort's catholicity of perception and image, strangely Whitmanesque in range, almost the exact opposite in aesthetic compulsion, continues to evoke that trembling atmospheric accumulative hinting at a cruel, an inexorably serene timelessness . . .Wrey Gardiner scores by aiming at simple bull's-eyes with precision. Only they are not so simple, and through this contented sadness runs more than the surface bittersweet of resignation." (Poetry Quarterly)]

Now that I have made this catalogue of swindles and perversions, let me give another example of the kind of writing that they lead to. This time it must of its nature be an imaginary one. I am going to translate a passage of good English into modern English of the worst sort. Here is a well-known verse from Ecclesiastes:
I returned and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Here it is in modern English:
Objective considerations of contemporary phenomena compel the conclusion that success or failure in competitive activities exhibits no tendency to be commensurate with innate capacity, but that a considerable element of the unpredictable must invariably be taken into account.
This is a parody, but not a very gross one. Exhibit (3) above, for instance, contains several patches of the same kind of English. It will be seen that I have not made a full translation. The beginning and ending of the sentence follow the original meaning fairly closely, but in the middle the concrete illustrations -- race, battle, bread -- dissolve into the vague phrases "success or failure in competitive activities." This had to be so, because no modern writer of the kind I am discussing -- no one capable of using phrases like "objective considerations of contemporary phenomena" -- would ever tabulate his thoughts in that precise and detailed way. The whole tendency of modern prose is away from concreteness. Now analyze these two sentences a little more closely. The first contains forty-nine words but only sixty syllables, and all its words are those of everyday life. The second contains thirty-eight words of ninety syllables: eighteen of those words are from Latin roots, and one from Greek. The first sentence contains six vivid images, and only one phrase ("time and chance") that could be called vague. The second contains not a single fresh, arresting phrase, and in spite of its ninety syllables it gives only a shortened version of the meaning contained in the first. Yet without a doubt it is the second kind of sentence that is gaining ground in modern English. I do not want to exaggerate. This kind of writing is not yet universal, and outcrops of simplicity will occur here and there in the worst-written page. Still, if you or I were told to write a few lines on the uncertainty of human fortunes, we should probably come much nearer to my imaginary sentence than to the one from Ecclesiastes.

As I have tried to show, modern writing at its worst does not consist in picking out words for the sake of their meaning and inventing images in order to make the meaning clearer. It consists in gumming together long strips of words which have already been set in order by someone else, and making the results presentable by sheer humbug. The attraction of this way of writing is that it is easy. It is easier -- even quicker, once you have the habit -- to say In my opinion it is not an unjustifiable assumption that than to say I think. If you use ready-made phrases, you not only don't have to hunt about for the words; you also don't have to bother with the rhythms of your sentences since these phrases are generally so arranged as to be more or less euphonious. When you are composing in a hurry -- when you are dictating to a stenographer, for instance, or making a public speech -- it is natural to fall into a pretentious, Latinized style. Tags like a consideration which we should do well to bear in mind or a conclusion to which all of us would readily assent will save many a sentence from coming down with a bump. By using stale metaphors, similes, and idioms, you save much mental effort, at the cost of leaving your meaning vague, not only for your reader but for yourself. This is the significance of mixed metaphors. The sole aim of a metaphor is to call up a visual image. When these images clash -- as in The Fascist octopus has sung its swan song, the jackboot is thrown into the melting pot -- it can be taken as certain that the writer is not seeing a mental image of the objects he is naming; in other words he is not really thinking.  Look again at the examples I gave at the beginning of this essay. Professor Laski (1) uses five negatives in fifty three words. One of these is superfluous, making nonsense of the whole passage, and in addition there is the slip -- alien for akin -- making further nonsense, and several avoidable pieces of clumsiness which increase the general vagueness. Professor Hogben (2) plays ducks and drakes with a battery which is able to write prescriptions, and, while disapproving of the everyday phraseput up with, is unwilling to look egregious up in the dictionary and see what it means; (3), if one takes an uncharitable attitude towards it, is simply meaningless: probably one could work out its intended meaning by reading the whole of the article in which it occurs. In (4), the writer knows more or less what he wants to say, but an accumulation of stale phrases chokes him like tea leaves blocking a sink. In (5), words and meaning have almost parted company. People who write in this manner usually have a general emotional meaning -- they dislike one thing and want to express solidarity with another -- but they are not interested in the detail of what they are saying. A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus: 1. What am I trying to say? 2. What words will express it? 3. What image or idiom will make it clearer? 4. Is this image fresh enough to have an effect? And he will probably ask himself two more: 1. Could I put it more shortly? 2. Have I said anything that is avoidably ugly? But you are not obliged to go to all this trouble. You can shirk it by simply throwing your mind open and letting the ready-made phrases come crowding in. They will construct your sentences for you -- even think your thoughts for you, to a certain extent -- and at need they will perform the important service of partially concealing your meaning even from yourself. It is at this point that the special connection between politics and the debasement of language becomes clear.

In our time it is broadly true that political writing is bad writing. Where it is not true, it will generally be found that the writer is some kind of rebel, expressing his private opinions and not a "party line." Orthodoxy, of whatever color, seems to demand a lifeless, imitative style. The political dialects to be found in pamphlets, leading articles, manifestoes, White papers and the speeches of undersecretaries do, of course, vary from party to party, but they are all alike in that one almost never finds in them a fresh, vivid, homemade turn of speech. When one watches some tired hack on the platform mechanically repeating the familiar phrases -- bestial atrocities, iron heel, bloodstained tyranny, free peoples of the world, stand shoulder to shoulder -- one often has a curious feeling that one is not watching a live human being but some kind of dummy: a feeling which suddenly becomes stronger at moments when the light catches the speaker's spectacles and turns them into blank discs which seem to have no eyes behind them. And this is not altogether fanciful. A speaker who uses that kind of phraseology has gone some distance toward turning himself into a machine. The appropriate noises are coming out of his larynx, but his brain is not involved as it would be if he were choosing his words for himself. If the speech he is making is one that he is accustomed to make over and over again, he may be almost unconscious of what he is saying, as one is when one utters the responses in church. And this reduced state of consciousness, if not indispensable, is at any rate favorable to political conformity.

In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible. Things like the continuance of British rule in India, the Russian purges and deportations, the dropping of the atom bombs on Japan, can indeed be defended, but only by arguments which are too brutal for most people to face, and which do not square with the professed aims of the political parties. Thus political language has to consist largely of euphemism, question-begging and sheer cloudy vagueness. Defenseless villages are bombarded from the air, the inhabitants driven out into the countryside, the cattle machine-gunned, the huts set on fire with incendiary bullets: this is called pacification. Millions of peasants are robbed of their farms and sent trudging along the roads with no more than they can carry: this is called transfer of population or rectification of frontiers. People are imprisoned for years without trial, or shot in the back of the neck or sent to die of scurvy in Arctic lumber camps: this is called elimination of unreliable elements. Such phraseology is needed if one wants to name things without calling up mental pictures of them. Consider for instance some comfortable English professor defending Russian totalitarianism. He cannot say outright, "I believe in killing off your opponents when you can get good results by doing so." Probably, therefore, he will say something like this:

"While freely conceding that the Soviet regime exhibits certain features which the humanitarian may be inclined to deplore, we must, I think, agree that a certain curtailment of the right to political opposition is an unavoidable concomitant of transitional periods, and that the rigors which the Russian people have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement."

The inflated style itself is a kind of euphemism. A mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outline and covering up all the details. The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink. In our age there is no such thing as "keeping out of politics." All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia. When the general atmosphere is bad, language must suffer. I should expect to find -- this is a guess which I have not sufficient knowledge to verify -- that the German, Russian and Italian languages have all deteriorated in the last ten or fifteen years, as a result of dictatorship.

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought. A bad usage can spread by tradition and imitation even among people who should and do know better. The debased language that I have been discussing is in some ways very convenient. Phrases like a not unjustifiable assumption, leaves much to be desired, would serve no good purpose, a consideration which we should do well to bear in mind, are a continuous temptation, a packet of aspirins always at one's elbow. Look back through this essay, and for certain you will find that I have again and again committed the very faults I am protesting against. By this morning's post I have received a pamphlet dealing with conditions in Germany. The author tells me that he "felt impelled" to write it. I open it at random, and here is almost the first sentence I see: "[The Allies] have an opportunity not only of achieving a radical transformation of Germany's social and political structure in such a way as to avoid a nationalistic reaction in Germany itself, but at the same time of laying the foundations of a co-operative and unified Europe." You see, he "feels impelled" to write -- feels, presumably, that he has something new to say -- and yet his words, like cavalry horses answering the bugle, group themselves automatically into the familiar dreary pattern. This invasion of one's mind by ready-made phrases (lay the foundations, achieve a radical transformation) can only be prevented if one is constantly on guard against them, and every such phrase anaesthetizes a portion of one's brain.

I said earlier that the decadence of our language is probably curable. Those who deny this would argue, if they produced an argument at all, that language merely reflects existing social conditions, and that we cannot influence its development by any direct tinkering with words and constructions. So far as the general tone or spirit of a language goes, this may be true, but it is not true in detail. Silly words and expressions have often disappeared, not through any evolutionary process but owing to the conscious action of a minority. Two recent examples were explore every avenue andleave no stone unturned, which were killed by the jeers of a few journalists. There is a long list of flyblown metaphors which could similarly be got rid of if enough people would interest themselves in the job; and it should also be possible to laugh the not un- formation out of existence†††, to reduce the amount of Latin and Greek in the average sentence, to drive out foreign phrases and strayed scientific words, and, in general, to make pretentiousness unfashionable. But all these are minor points. The defense of the English language implies more than this, and perhaps it is best to start by saying what it does not imply.

[Note ††† One can cure oneself of the not un- formation by memorizing this sentence: A not unblack dog was chasing a not unsmall rabbit across a not ungreen field.]

To begin with it has nothing to do with archaism, with the salvaging of obsolete words and turns of speech, or with the setting up of a "standard English" which must never be departed from. On the contrary, it is especially concerned with the scrapping of every word or idiom which has outworn its usefulness. It has nothing to do with correct grammar and syntax, which are of no importance so long as one makes one's meaning clear, or with the avoidance of Americanisms, or with having what is called a "good prose style." On the other hand, it is not concerned with fake simplicity and the attempt to make written English colloquial. Nor does it even imply in every case preferring the Saxon word to the Latin one, though it does imply using the fewest and shortest words that will cover one's meaning.
What is above all needed is to let the meaning choose the word, and not the other way around. In prose, the worst thing one can do with words is surrender to them. When you think of a concrete object, you think wordlessly, and then, if you want to describe the thing you have been visualizing you probably hunt about until you find the exact words that seem to fit it. When you think of something abstract you are more inclined to use words from the start, and unless you make a conscious effort to prevent it, the existing dialect will come rushing in and do the job for you, at the expense of blurring or even changing your meaning. Probably it is better to put off using words as long as possible and get one's meaning as clear as one can through pictures and sensations. Afterward one can choose -- not simply accept -- the phrases that will best cover the meaning, and then switch round and decide what impressions one's words are likely to make on another person. This last effort of the mind cuts out all stale or mixed images, all prefabricated phrases, needless repetitions, and humbug and vagueness generally. But one can often be in doubt about the effect of a word or a phrase, and one needs rules that one can rely on when instinct fails. I think the following rules will cover most cases:

(i) Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

(ii) Never use a long word where a short one will do.

(iii) If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.

(iv) Never use the passive where you can use the active.

(v) Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.

(vi) Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

These rules sound elementary, and so they are, but they demand a deep change of attitude in anyone who has grown used to writing in the style now fashionable. One could keep all of them and still write bad English, but one could not write the kind of stuff that I quoted in those five specimens at the beginning of this article.

I have not here been considering the literary use of language, but merely language as an instrument for expressing and not for concealing or preventing thought. Stuart Chase and others have come near to claiming that all abstract words are meaningless, and have used this as a pretext for advocating a kind of political quietism. Since you don't know what Fascism is, how can you struggle against Fascism? One need not swallow such absurdities as this, but one ought to recognize that the present political chaos is connected with the decay of language, and that one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end. If you simplify your English, you are freed from the worst follies of orthodoxy. You cannot speak any of the necessary dialects, and when you make a stupid remark its stupidity will be obvious, even to yourself. Political language -- and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists -- is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can at least change one's own habits, and from time to time one can even, if one jeers loudly enough, send some worn-out and useless phrase -- some jackboot, Achilles' heel, hotbed, melting pot, acid test, veritable inferno, or other lump of verbal refuse -- into the dustbin, where it belongs.

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If you made it this far then congratulations for reading something super long (for a blog post anyways) that made you more educated than you were before you started reading.  I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Monday, November 25, 2013

True Greatness


Many historians consider Abraham Lincoln the greatest president the American nation has ever known. In rankings of American presidents he consistently ranks as either the first or second best president ever in the United States. Several things make this even more staggering: for one, America has had no shortage of great leaders: Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt and Reagan, and secondly, America is certainly one of the greatest civilizations that has ever existed. 

If you met Lincoln along various points of his life’s journey, it wouldn’t have been until about a year before he was elected president that you’d have thought much of him.  He was simple, poor and incredibly awkward, but this was actually an improvement on where he used to be in life.  At first he was poor AND uneducated, unable to even read.  His stepmother helped him to get a decent education though, and over the years Lincoln borrowed a lot of good books and read the Bible a lot.  In his teenage years he worked hard on the farm, and read in his spare time, still incredibly poor.  In his 20’s and halfway through his 30’s he was hugely in debt and barely able to keep a roof over his head.  Throughout this time however, he was hardworking, honest (he paid back all his debts instead of skipping town like a lot of people did in those days), and kept learning and growing as a person. 

Lincoln also suffered numerous failures… not just little failures either.  His failures were serious setbacks in life, the kind that take the wind out of most people’s souls.  In 1848, at the age of 40 he ran for reelection to Congress and lost.  (This was at a time when 40 years old was close to the average life expectancy!)  Having lost, Lincoln somewhat disappeared from politics for the next 5 years.  Was he just wasting time?  —Absolutely not! Lincoln intentionally worked on improving his mind, studying Shakespeare, Geometry and even working through his own ideas until he had all of them thoroughly thought through.  All of this hard work eventually paid off as Lincoln entered onto the national scene as president and won the Civil War—possibly the greatest challenge our nation has ever faced. 

There’s quite a few things here to ponder.  For starters, it seems that there was a long season of preparation in Lincoln’s life.  The world wasn’t ready for his internal greatness to be manifested outwardly until the final few chapters of his life.  But I believe it was this inward greatness that enabled him to be part of something that changed the world.  He was among the first of the then revolutionary Republican party.  At the time, they were the only major party willing to stand up to slavery.  (The Democrats wanted to keep slavery going, and the now defunct Whig Party refused to take a stand on the issue).  Likewise, he doggedly slogged his way to victory in the American Civil War, fighting popular opinion, Congressional disagreements, political rivals and incompetent generals. 

And I don’t really think you can say he got the job done (the job in this case, being a life of greatness) with much panache.   It was a little bit sloppy, but he kept improving his whole life through, refused to quit on himself or his beliefs, and remained faithful to what he was called to do. His reward for all his work, of course, was not stored up for him in this life. He only enjoyed a few days of peace after the South had surrendered before he was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth in the Ford Theatre.  It’s astonishing to think of the price he paid, and to realize that what he did is something a selfish person could never, ever accomplish.

But Heaven has rewards for those who miss out in this life, and the history books remember him, as so does the grateful nation he left behind.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Reading Confession.


Doesn't this look SO much more inviting
to read with the photo on the front?  
I have a confession to make… (but it’s not really a good confession because I have a defense for this so-called confession after I make it)…  My confession is that I read a lot of books with pictures in them.  In fact, I probably read as many books with pictures as I do books without pictures.  I’ve practically gotten a second education off of so called “coffee table” books. 

The reason this is a confession is because somewhere I got it drilled into my head that real books are ones that are THICK, with tiny print and little to nothing in the way of pictures.  Admittedly, many scholarly books are still like this.  I have therefore felt pings of guilt for using materials from these lovely picture books for quotes in papers for classes (when I had them) and to teach people.  There was often a feeling that my information was somehow invalid whenever it came from books with pictures.


I’m getting over this problem though.  In fact, I think that the argument that real books should not have pictures is now ridiculous.  When printing was more expensive, it made sense that pictures should not be included, but now it seems absurd to not include pictures if applicable because they help bring the topic of study to life!  I cannot imagine studying military history without pictures of battlefield maps, photographs of the events as they took place or their aftermath.  I feel as though I understand things better with pictures and that my efforts to self-educate are not in any way cheapened by the practice of reading coffee table books (so long as it is backed up with supplementary materials… I am not arguing against books with no pictures, I am simply saying that books with pictures should no longer be considered invalid sources of learning). 

So that brings me to the reason why I wrote this article in the first place: I believe that continued life-long learning is incredibly important.  Books with pictures are entertaining, engaging and educational and they are often works of art, beautiful in design and layout, in-and-of-themselves! Pick up a non-fiction book with pictures—they are on sale at Barnes and Noble all the time in the bargain books section.  Start learning about history, science, architecture, the automobile industry, whatever suits you, and your whole world will open up as you do because curiosity begets curiosity.  The more you allow yourself to learn, the more you want to learn! 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Studying Philosophy.

I have been reading/studying some philosophy lately.  I figured it would be good for the ol' brain development.  Not that I'm seeking to become a philosopher.  Generally, I think that philosophers come to some zany conclusions, but that isn't to say that I don't respect their minds or their willingness to ask some really GREAT questions.  Their great questions are both natural and valuable for everyone to consider.

In fact, I think we would all do a little better if we both studied philosophy and became willing to think about some tough thought-problems of our own.  It takes some real courage to do so, as well as endurance.  This is because if you start asking tough questions, your whole world may be shaken up-and you might no longer know what you believe, or why you believe what you believe, or if what you believe is indeed reliable and a sundry of other such difficult mental conundrums that may arise.  Staying in that place of tension (at least in some areas of our minds) on a regular basis is scary and difficult and requires tremendous emotional stability to continue doing over a long period of time.

Bust of Aristotle
Unfortunately, the painfulness of this path is precisely the reason why loads of people cease to think for themselves whenever they get the chance-they come to certain trivial conclusions about who they are, what their life is supposed to be, etc.  They cease really thinking and continue in their limited viewpoints until some sort of "crisis of faith" (for whatever it is they've put their faith in) comes along and derails them.

I wish I could say that I was free from all this, but I have been all too guilty both of loathing having to think through things thoroughly and of remaining immature in my thinking.  Were it not for lots of crises in my life, I don't think I would seek out the answers that I should either.

Nevertheless, I am grateful for the shake-ups because when we get through these kinds of questions and get them answered, we eventually develop a new platform of thinking, a foundation upon which to build our thoughts and minds.  When we become sure of the things that we know to be true, then new doubts and questions that come along the way cease to be really all that scary; instead they become revelations of weak points in our armor that are mendable and ultimately, strengthening.

Assuredly, if we work through these mind-bending problems, we'll (A.) become unshakable and emboldened in living life powerfully everyday because of the confidence we have in our position and (B.) able to help others who are asking the same questions (yet sometimes they didn't even know they were asking these questions!).  Finally, (C.) we should arrive at such points with humility and grace because these roads aren't fun, but always develop good character (provided we're really getting things answered.)

So to conclude and bring this little article full circle by making the point I was trying to make: the process of learning how to think is of critical importance (obviously) and a good study of philosophy is helpful toward that end.




Monday, September 16, 2013

Our New Birthright...

To me, the concept of living out those things which I was born to do is an important one.

I want to lay hold of everything I was created to do, and when I reach the end of my life, I want the joy of knowing that I did precisely what I was supposed to do.

Recently, several things have really pierced my thinking on this topic.

First THIS:
"For everyone who has been born of God overcomes the world."  -1 John 5:4

When I was first born in a natural way, there were perhaps things I was born to do that were different from what I am born to do now because I was given a brand new start when I was reborn of God through faith in His Son.  So the concept of what I've been born to do takes on a whole new form with that thinking.

"If I am reborn of God, what am I now born to do?"  
I don't want to define it for anyone with a close-ended theological answer that we might all know.  I want to leave it open to the specifics of what God will tell us and roll with that answer.

But I can't stop considering how epic, how vast and how wonderful it is to be reborn of God and to have a birthright that is beyond all current belief I have.


Second THIS:
"By faith he [Abraham] went to live in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, living in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of the same promise." -Hebrews 11:9.

Abraham was given a promise that he would inherit the land of Canaan.  Unlike his famous descendants who lived in Egypt, were delivered and then died in the desert seeking to enter the Promised Land, Abraham actually got to live there his entire adult life.  He LIVED in the place of God's promises!

But here's the painful part: each and every day that he lived in the place that he was called by God to inherit he was reminded that the promise was not yet fulfilled.  It was still a foreign country.  Imagine being surrounded by your dream, your calling, your life's purpose EVERY DAY and never seeing it accomplished or fulfilled!!!

As for descendants vast and numerous from God: he only had a few at the time of his death.  Had he not faith, he would have died considering his whole life a failure.  Had he truly considered his life a failure, he might have gone on to have many more children with the slave woman Hagar-trying out of his own strength to populate the Land of Promise.  But instead he counted on God and His character in truly amazing fashion.

Tying together First THIS and Second THIS: what I am born to do, I might not see all the fruits of in this lifetime-in fact, no matter how much I attain to, I cannot measure my success by what should be the tip of the iceberg.  By God's grace, we'll set in motion, through the course of our lives, the transformation of entire nations as Abraham did through the actions and faith that we have in our brief sojourn on this earth.  It is our new birthright.