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Defining Christianity Down

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010


Bette Dowdell

A fellow-attendee at a Bible study I attend, a self-professed mature Christian, said her sister had always been a Christian. While the sister had been a Buddhist and a few other religions from time to time and currently lives a life high in hedonism and low in integrity, she “has always been a Christian.”

Well, what kind of nonsense is that? Christians live their lives by the power of the Holy Spirit, who’s not the least inclined to tolerate such things, let alone endorse them.

Where did we go off the tracks to reach this dismal idea? Let me suggest three things:

1.    We got all caught up in the Sinner’s Prayer as if saying the proper words made the difference. No folks, it’s not the words, it’s the heart. Did your heart turn toward God when you said the words or were you just buying fire insurance–or perhaps get-off-my-back insurance?

2.    We wildly misunderstood the idea about no longer being under the law and decided anything goes! Once I’ve said the magic words, I’m good to go! Party down! Live at a lower level than the law required? No problem!

Well, no. The idea is we’ve moved beyond–and above–the law. The law was about muscling your will power into doing the right thing. That’s why Paul talks about being “wretched” under the law; try as he might–and he was one determined dude–he failed. Will power, despite the name, doesn’t have much power. If that’s all you have, you can’t make it.

Anyone who understands Christianity knows it’s humanly impossible.

3.    Because the real power that brings us to love, joy, peace and all the other goodies doesn’t come from us; it comes from the Holy Spirit who moved in when we turned our heart toward God.

But you’d never guess we have this power in us, our birthright, as it were. Most Christians have no idea because nobody’s told them, and working with the Holy Spirit doesn’t just happen.                          

Sermons about the Holy Spirit lean heavily on such things as talking funny and falling down–not about the power to defeat our sins and habits. Not about learning to recognize God’s voice in us. Not about having a strength beyond our own to make us “more than conquerors.” Talk funny if you’d like, but if that’s all you have, you don’t really have anything.

The church–and its members–cheats people when it fails to speak the whole word of God. It’s not about mouthing some pious words. Or assuming Christianity threw aside all the rules and now lacks any level of rigor. And it’s certainly not about some bogus notion of being able to live a Christian life on will power alone.

Such nonsense trivializes God, and Christ paid far too high a price for that.

Did you hear the one about the sheep and the goats?

Wild West Lives on at California’s Ghost Towns

Monday, March 1st, 2010


The Wild West and the mining of the late 1800’s are a rich part of California’s heritage, and what better way to experience the past than to visit California’s ghost towns? The Golden State’s ghost towns are more about history than spooks, and you’ll spend hours exploring every nook and cranny of sometimes dusty old buildings in various states of disrepair or restoration. Here are two distinct examples to get you started.

Calico

Just about the time the drive from Los Angeles to Las Vegas gets a little tedious, up comes the Interstate 15 exit to Calico Ghost Town – a stop worth making that will give you a chance to stretch your legs and learn a little California history at the same time.

This is a true ghost town, although not the scary type and really as much an amusement park as a historical dig. Some of the original town has been refurbished, some re-constructed, and some buildings created just for tourists. The town was carved out of the colorful hills of the Mojave Desert back in 1881 and today offers a fascinating glimpse of what life might have been like for the borax and silver miners of the 19th Century.

If Calico looks in some places a little like parts of Knott’s Berry Farm, it’s because Calico was once owned by Walter Knott, the popular amusement park’s founder. He gave the property to San Bernardino County in 1966 and it has since become a regional park complete with its own historian and many authentic buildings and furnishings. Mixed in with the history is a good deal of commerce – from eateries to crafts shops to gift shops – that caters to the busloads of tourists who find this a convenient stop half way between L.A. and Vegas.

This ghost town is not dusty and dirty like less developed places that still have dirt roads and sagebrush tumbling through town. The streets are paved, the trails are well-marked and the historical exhibits each have descriptions that help you get a sense of what you are seeing. The surrounding hills provide a scenic backdrop and you begin to realize this place was called Calico for a reason; blue, red, gray, green, vermilion, brown and yellow can be seen in patches along the craggy hillsides.

Like most ghost towns, Calico was once a bustling place where prospectors came to find their riches in the mines. Both silver and borax were taken from more than 500 local mines. This made it possible for the town to grow to more than 1,200 people and sustain many local businesses – including 22 saloons. When the price of silver was cut in half, the town’s hay days were over and the residents eventually moved away.

We spent a couple of hours in Calico, where Main Street is a pleasant walk of maybe four city blocks, each packed with historical attractions, stores and surprises. For example, you can visit the Calico Jail, where Calico’s gunfighters were hauled off to serve time. There is a visitor’s center that includes vintage photographs, historic newspapers and interpretive materials to help you understand the town’s history. There’s a place to do some gold panning and another called the Mystery Shack – as you might expect from a man named Knotts. Plan to have your lunch at Lil’s Saloon – nothing fancy to eat here, but just beyond those swinging saloon doors is a bar that looks like it came out of a Hollywood Western. And, yes, families are welcome.

There aren’t any true amusement park rides, but there is a coal train you can ride on a short loop while getting a history lesson from the train’s engineer. We also enjoyed stepping into a re-created mine shaft where you can get a sense of the darkness and claustrophobia under the mountain – and do it safely. There’s a house made of bottles and several other oddities that are fun to come across. You’ll see miners’ homes carved out of the hillsides, and a variety of free-standing Old West style buildings.

If you still need a little more help imagining what the Wild West was really like, the town’s modern day “gunfighters” will oblige with shoot-outs and demonstrations on Main Street.

The Calico Ghost Town is just northeast of Barstow and, because we were visiting in late afternoon, we decided to stay over. We were pleasantly surprised by the accommodations available at the new Holiday Inn Express which offered surprisingly upscale rooms and an overall feel that was modern and pleasing, with gorgeous desert views right out the window.

If you’re traveling by RV, Calico offers campsites right on the park property.

For more information on Calico Ghost Town, phone 1-800-TO-CALICO or visit www.calicotown.com.

Bodie

If you’re looking for a California ghost town that is a little less commercial, the state has helped to restore the town of Bodie on the eastern edge of the Sierra Nevada range. This one will be a little harder to get to and will require a lot more walking. But it will be worth it.

If you thought those underwater photos of the Titanic were at once haunting and mesmerizing, Bodie gives you the same feeling. Just as you imagined what life must have been like in those last fateful hours of the Titanic’s tragic maiden voyage, a look inside the many remaining buildings at Bodie will stir you to ponder just how life had been during those years back in the 1880s when Bodie was bustling with 10,000 souls.

In 1859, gold was discovered near this town by Waterman S. Body and townspeople paid homage to Body by naming the town after him with one slight variation: The residents were concerned that Body would be pronounced as it is spelled so they changed the spelling to Bodie.

As mining on the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada went into decline, miners crossed the mountains to search for other sources of gold and, soon, with the discovery of such deposits as the famed Comstock Lode at Virginia City, this whole area east of the mountains began to surge with the influx of miners.

By all accounts, it was wild, raucous sort of existence during the 1880’s as miners and other residents indulged themselves at the 65 saloons that had sprung up all over town. Killings were said to be an almost daily occurrence. According to the park service, Bodie was also the scene of many robberies, stage holdups and street fights. Along Bonanza Street, Maiden Lane and Virgin Alley, ladies of the night set up a row of one-room cabins called “cribs.”

Having read all the stories about Bodie, we were primed to see just what was left of this town and its colorful past. The country road to Bodie is clearly marked on US 395 just south of Bridgeport, and our anticipation grew with each of the 13 winding miles. Along the way we could see in our rearview mirrors the panoramic views of the Sierra range that became more and more spectacular as we climbed closer to Bodie’s 8,300-foot elevation.

Then, at the top of the grade and just around a corner, there stood Bodie. From a distance it didn’t look like a complete town but rather a lot of random out-buildings spread over a few modest hills. Then, as we came closer, the buildings began to take shape – a church and steeple at the edge of town, a few remarkably well preserved houses, and then a few larger Main Street buildings that looked like they had been built for a Western movie – except this was the real thing. This was a real town where real cowboys had real gunfights.

Maybe it’s because we’re more accustomed to visiting movie lots and fake western towns, but somehow we weren’t quite prepared for our first glimpse into one of these buildings – which happened to be the old Methodist Church. There, covered in a thick layer of dust, were the hand-carved pews, the pulpit and an ornate pipe organ. It seemed that, with just a bit of a scrub down, this church could be ready to host a congregation this coming Sunday.

And that’s when the Titanic effect started to kick in. We had come to see the buildings of a town that had its hay day more than a
hundred years ago, but somehow we had not realized that this historic park was much more than a set of buildings – many of those buildings are, in fact, mini-museums still housing the artifacts of the day. In some cases, it looks like the residents just got up and left one day, but didn’t take anything with them.

To learn more about Bodie State Historic Park, call 760-647-6445 or visit www.parks.ca.gov. Online, you can also visit www.bodie.com, where the Friends of Bodie offer many more details about the town.

exit to Calico Ghost Town

Fraudulent No Win, No Fee Lawyer is Fined

Sunday, February 21st, 2010


James Mcdonald, 60, from Stirling, was offering Pakistani nationals advice on their immigration. He claimed to be working on a no win, no fee basis, but took money for ‘expenses’ from his clients and also took £1000 from the Methodist Church of Britain who were providing financial support for one his victims.

He has been fined £5000 and ordered to pay £6000 in costs for illegally representing the 5 Pakistani nationals whose visas to remain in the UK had expired. The 5 men are currently being held in a detention centre.

He was investigated after it was noticed that he was not among those listed as in a position to provide advice on immigration. Mr Mcdonald is appealing, claiming that he was within the law by representing these immigrants, as they had parents who were alive and born before 1948 and are entitled to British citizenship under a 1948 act.

“I am appealing the ruling of the judge on the interpretation of the Immigration and Asylum Act and I am optimistic. There are millions of people entitled to come to this country: they are migrants, not immigrants. This case has nothing to do with immigration or asylum.”

Mr Mcdonald has previously served a seven year prison sentence concerning the handling of counterfeit money. It was the biggest money laundering scam ever discovered in Scotland.

Mr Mcdonald is currently awaiting the results of a tribunal to ascertain whether he can claim back VAT on petrol he was selling for 35p a litre, the cheapest price in Britain.