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January, 2013

  1. Sex Before Marriage

    January 31, 2013 by Carly Trakofler

    For a few days, I’ve been concerned with the question of whether sex is okay before marriage, and then, if it is, when and in what situations?  People like my roommate, who grew up in the Philippines and has been surrounded by the influence of the Catholic church’s ideologies, never even thought of sex before marriage.  It just wasn’t a thing that happened, or at least a thing that she never heard of.  She calls herself naïve now, but I wonder if there’s something important in trusting that sex doesn’t happen before marriage.

    Perhaps the extreme moral side of the argument – that you should never have sex before marriage – states that sex is a sacred act that should only occur between two (heterosexual) people who are committed to one another and – maybe to push a strictly traditional concept forward – be solely for reproduction (rather than just for pleasure).  This was at least partially my roommate’s upbringing.  I think there’s something valuable in this view, though I’m not sure I agree totally with it.

    Bringing in personal experience, my youth group pastor in high school had this great message about sex and why it should only be shared by people in a committed relationship.  He used a metaphor of tape on paper.  When a couple has sex for the first time, the tape is placed on the paper.  They stick well together. But then, every time they find new partners and have sex with them, they’re ripping the tape off of  the first paper and putting it on the new one.  That tape gets a little less sticky – and the paper a little less stick-able – each time, because the tape takes some of the paper with it and leaves some of its own stickiness behind.  Sex is a meaningful action and it does have an emotional effect.  In a way it is sacred.  The more times you have sex, the less meaningful the act itself becomes, but it also means that you become less likely to attach and commit to a new person.  If you don’t have a connection in addition to commitment to someone, it becomes difficult to have a truly deep and meaningful kind of relationship, which is important for different kinds of support as well as fun (we can talk about what a meaningful kind of relationship is another time, or you can comment about it below because that topic is meaningful and confusing to me too).

    Don’t get me wrong, sex is important in a committed romantic relationship also.  It’s pleasurable beyond its evolutionary benefits.  It’s not just done to reproduce but to enjoy an intimate moment with your significant other.  I choose the following two options based off of my point that sex has a significant emotional impact on its participants and therefore commitment is needed.  I’m wondering if you should wait to have sex until after you make the public declaration of commitment (a.k.a. marriage) or if you should wait until you have mutually committed to one another?

    Because… I’m wondering… shouldn’t marriage simply be the celebration of a commitment already made?  If you commit the moment you say “I do”, rather than contemplating whether you want to remain with that person for the rest of your life beforehand, I feel like it takes a lot more adaptation and can even be difficult to handle at first.  By that I mean when you know you love each other and commit, you’re already adjusting your behaviors and thoughts naturally.  You aren’t (or at least shouldn’t be) thinking about other potential mates or do things that you know upset your significant other.  You have a different center.  You go from being self-oriented to being [insert partner’s name here]-oriented.  You have a new role, and it is easier to fit into this new role before you decide to publicly (and legally) commit.  You can still get out of marriage with divorce, but here I’m assuming the position that marriage is a binding contract rather than a temporarily acceptable arrangement and agreement.

    Commitment is a tough thing to have sometimes.  A lot of guys on T.V. (yes, I know it isn’t all guys) are afraid of commitment.  They want the sex and pleasure but not the commitment and hard work that comes with a meaningful relationship.  If they decide to get married, they have bachelor parties before the ceremony. This is mostly because of tradition, but also partially to mourn (in an exciting way) the life of being a free man who isn’t tied down by an nagging, needy wife.  Everything changes when you get married.  But many men accept the terms and conditions of marriage and commit full-heartedly.  As do women.

    So then what about the sex part?  Where does that come in?  What if you’re already fully committed to each other before you get the rings and say “I do”? What if your relationship progresses beyond the statuses of “complicated” or “open”? Does that mean that you can have sex?  Because marriage is a public commitment, but many people also commit privately, far before they marry.  Would it be okay, based on my assumptions, for a committed, but unmarried couple to have sex?  Or not?  Is there something more to marriage that allows for sex?  Please help me figure this out (and also bring forward any insights you have about sex in “committed” and a noncommitted relationships, since I didn’t touch on and have no experience whatsoever with them).


  2. No E’s

    January 31, 2013 by Carly Trakofler

    I’m thinking.. is this a good way to instruct kids?  By causing agony and forcing pain-staking scrupulous actions?  *Sigh* I must just trust that it can aid us in a way, though that way may not look particularly obvious to us now.  On many occasions, things thought of as difficult now, may actually assist us l8r.  You may not distinguish insightful or assisting wisdom in any conditions or situations you inhabit now, but you can know its worth as an old individual.  Maturity is a factor in knowing important or cool stuff that pass on to youth or individuals who don’t think much about what you can gain from various situations.  It’s important to not shut out opinions and thoughts that vary from your own.  So, although this might look hard now, what if our instructor has a  thing up his shirt’s arm?  This task might train us to act as critically thinking individuals, vigilant of what is laid out and how it is thought of to broad crowds.  Occasionally, our writing must maintain a thorough and thoughtful standing, and this blog can assist us along that path to skillful authorship.  Kris has motivation to justify his task this way a bit… It’s good to maintain positivity.  Anyway, it is fascinating to watch what is put down with this complication that limits us so malignantly.  You can’t put that symbol into any word (it’s kind of similar to You-Know-Who in Harry P books), so artistically original work is important in your blog for this Friday.  You must do it, so why not try to ingrain it with your own fun or innovation?  This is a You-Know-What blog, anyway.  It should stay fun.  Don’t allow hardship or a fact that it is mandatory obstruct any joy you can attain from it.


  3. 5 Ways of Looking at a Murder (of Crows)

    January 24, 2013 by Carly Trakofler

    Perhaps they’ve been traveling long and far

    and need a nice place to rest.

    Many are those who are weary,

    blown by a violent storm,

    and desperately need a branch or two to cling to.

     

    There are quite a fair number.

    Perhaps they protect each other.

    Many are those who need companionship,

    lost as they are,

    and would do well with someone to talk to.

     

    I wonder why they stare at me so,

    watching and waiting.

    Perhaps they observe with curiosity.

    Many are those who wonder about the world,

    so silent to most,

    and follow strangers to learn from them.

     

    Perhaps they will fly at me,

    all in a swarm,

    come to peck my eyes out and eat my flesh.

    Many are those who seek revenge for no obvious reason,

    hateful as they are,

    and attack that which catches their attention.

     

    Perhaps they will poop on someone’s head.

    Such things can be worrisome to passers by.

    Many are those who have bowel movements,

    after being quite full with food,

    who let things drop when the time is just right.


  4. This I Believe

    January 23, 2013 by Carly Trakofler

    When You Say It, You Need to Mean It

     

    This I Believe

     

    • I believe in one God, Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth, of all that is seen and unseen
    • I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son our Lord
    • Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary
    • Suffered under Pontius Pilate: was crucified, died, and was buried.  He descended into hell.
    • The third day he rose from the dead
    • He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father
    • From there he shall judge the living and the dead and his kingdom will have no end.
    • I believe in the Holy Spirit.
    • The forgiveness of sins
    • The resurrection of the body
    • And the life everlasting. Amen.

     

    I can still hear the echoing of those monotonous voices in my ears.  When I went to church as a kid and heard people say the Apostle’s Creed, I found that they didn’t declare their beliefs with feeling, as though they really meant what they said.  Instead, they declared their beliefs with boredom and detachment, as though they were just going through the motions.

    I often questioned whether they truly believed in what they said after all.

    Because of experiences like that, I came to characterize the Catholic church as passive and constrained by rules and limitations.  Its members performed the “proper” rituals and followed all the “right” guidelines, but they didn’t seem to do those things with love and joy for God in their hearts, as they should.  That apathy is why I don’t believe in the “one holy Catholic and apostolic church”.

    What you think and feel as you act matters.  When you say one thing and think another, your inner and outer self don’t line up (this is also known as cognitive dissonance) and your mind struggles to find some way to decrease those feelings of tension.  Instead of improving your behavior, usually doing what you’ve always done wins out because its easier.  So it’s best to just say and do what you mean up front and not suffer from the tension later.  The same is true when declaring your beliefs.

    Around 9th grade, I decided to be honest with my parents.  I declared that I didn’t believe in God anymore and I refused to go to church for it.  That was the end of religion for a while.  Then a few years later I met a guy and fell in love with him.  Classic, right?  The problem at the time was that he was religious and I wasn’t.  One day, though, I realized something important: our relationship wouldn’t be able to develop into something more meaningful if one of us didn’t cave.  And there was no way he was budging.  So I decided, Okay.  I’ll try out religion again.

    And it did work out.

    The way the new church did things was by being open and expressive about God.  The members were always warm and friendly, and, during the worship, they sang and flung their hands up in glorious surrender; they also listened intently to the pastor’s messages, as if they were really learning from them rather than just passing time, which was a new experience for me.

    When the time came for baptism, I was ready to devote myself, and everyone was there, cheering me on.  That day, I symbolically declared my new beliefs, and I did so with true passion and excitement in my heart.


  5. All You Need Is An Invitation

    January 16, 2013 by Carly Trakofler

    **** PLEASE LOOK OVER THIS ONE!  ****

    • I believe in one God, Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth
    • I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son our Lord
    • Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary
    • Suffered under Pontius Pilate: was crucified, died, and was buried.  He descended into hell.
    • The third day he rose from the dead
    • He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father
    • From there he shall judge the living and the dead.
    • I believe in the Holy Spirit.
    • The forgiveness of sins
    • The resurrection of the body
    • And the life everlasting. Amen.

     

    Geez.  I can still hear the echoing of those monotonous voices in my ears.  They were utterly zombie-like.  Completely unenthused.  No passion or interest in their words whatsoever.  People in the Catholic Church didn’t declare themselves as followers of Jesus with joy, or even with quiet surrender, as though they really meant what they said.  No.  They declared themselves with boredom and detachment, like they were just going through the motions.

    That’s how I characterize the Catholic Church.  Its members perform the “proper” rituals and tasks, but they don’t always do them with God’s love and joy in their hearts.  It isn’t really all about following Him and His plan, but about them and their plans for themselves. Neither were many Catholics I knew warmly welcoming, at least if you didn’t dress the right way or seem to have it all together. And many of my questions and doubts went unanswered and unchanged.

    My faith shriveled and died at an early age.  I hightailed it out of there as soon as I found my oh so intellectual escape route.  I stayed away from faith for a while.

    Then one day I met a guy and fell in love with him.  Classic, right?  The problem was that he was religious and I wasn’t.  But I realized something important one day: our relationship, whatever it became, would never work out if one of us didn’t cave.  And there was no way he was budging.  So I decided, Okay.  I’m going to try out religion again.

    And it worked out.

    The way his church did things was by being open and expressive.  In addition to the awesome music, the hands and voices that were raised in glorious surrender, and the great messages, the members were always warm and friendly.  They wanted to get to know you, and even if you came in a sweatshirt and jeans, they didn’t care.  They said “Come as you are”, because that’s how God sees you, and they knew that they didn’t have a right to place limitations on who was allowed to come to Him.  God is there for everyone, not just the people who seem like they have it all together.

    So, because God’s people invited me in and I chose to stick around, I became devoted to God again.  I’ve been saved.  And now I actually believe in those wonderful things that the Apostles Creed says (all except one, that is).  But now I declare them with true passion in my heart.

     

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    Geez.  I can still hear the echoing of those monotonous voices in my ears as the congregation says the Apostle’s Creed.  Their voices were utterly zombie-like.  Completely unenthused.  No passion or interest in their words whatsoever.  People in the Catholic Church didn’t declare themselves as followers of Jesus with joy, or even with quiet surrender, as though they really meant what they said.  No.  They declared themselves with boredom and detachment, like they were just going through the motions.

    That’s how I characterize the Catholic Church.  Its members perform the “proper” rituals and tasks, but they don’t always do them with God’s love and joy in their hearts.  It isn’t really all about following Him and His plan, but about them and their plans for themselves. Neither were many Catholics I knew warmly welcoming, at least if you didn’t dress the right way or seem to have it all together. And many of my questions and doubts went unanswered and unchanged.

    My faith shriveled and died at an early age.  I hightailed it out of there as soon as I found my oh so intellectual escape route.  I stayed away from faith for a while.

    Then one day I met a guy and fell in love with him.  Classic, right?  The problem was that he was religious and I wasn’t.  But I realized something important one day: our relationship, whatever it became, would never work out if one of us didn’t cave.  And there was no way he was budging.  So I decided, Okay.  I’m going to try out religion again.

    And it worked out.

    The way his church did things was by being open and expressive.  In addition to the awesome music, the hands and voices that were raised in glorious surrender, and the great messages, the members were always warm and friendly.  They wanted to get to know you, and even if you came in a sweatshirt and jeans, they didn’t care.  They said “Come as you are”, because that’s how God sees you, and they knew that they didn’t have a right to place limitations on who was allowed to come to Him.  God is there for everyone, not just the people who seem like they have it all together.

    So, because God’s people invited me in and I chose to stick around, I became devoted to God again.  I’ve been saved.  And now I actually believe in those wonderful things that the Apostles Creed says (all except one, that is).  But now I declare them with true passion in my heart.


  6. This I Believe lImitation of Jon McGregor, “If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things”

    January 10, 2013 by Carly Trakofler

    If you listen, you can hear it.

    The city, it sings.

    If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the middle of a street, on the roof of a house.

    It’s clearest at night, when the sound cuts more sharply across the surface of things, when the song reaches out to a place inside you.

    It’s a wordless song, for the most, but it’s a song all the same, and nobody hearing it could doubt what it sings.

    And the song sings the loudest when you pick out each note.

    The low soothing hum of air-conditioners, fanning out the heat and the smells of shops and cafes and offices across the city, winding up and winding down, long breaths layered upon each other, a lullaby hum for tired streets.

    The rush of traffic still cutting across flyovers, even in the dark hours a constant crush of sound, tyres rolling across tarmac and engines rumbling, loose drains and manhole covers clack-clacking like cast-iron castanets.

    Road-menders mending, choosing the hours of least interruption, rupturing the cold night air with drills and jack-hammers and pneumatic pumps, hard-sweating beneath the fizzing hiss of floodlights, shouting to each other like drummers in rock bands calling out rhythms, pasting new skin on the veins of the city.

     

    – My Imitation –

    If you look, you can see it.

    Each unelaborated implication and underlying nuance.

    Regardless of where you are, how burdened you are, even if you are afraid, turn your head and look.

    Really look.

    All those people you pass by, do you care?

    Despondency in her eyes.  You can see it just before she looks away.

    Recognize a face, but not a name.  Was prominent once, but lost it all, by no fault of his own.

    You knew one well from a distance.  Seemed like everything was fine, but really, their spouse’s recovery was distant.

    A child grew up in a broken home; became a broken, misunderstood adult, wandering without a purpose.

    A feeling in the heart, a glance in the mirror, a realization can all make a change.

    You and I, we miss these essential little things.

    The desire for it all to be over, to be made new, yet not knowing which direction to take or how to get there.   It is most noticed when one reaches out in earnest.  Only when personally approached or invited in can restoration and revival be possible.  For the seeker and the sought after.

    You are sometimes lost, yes.  So am I.

    And so are they.


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