Showing posts with label Hippo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hippo. Show all posts

Monday, August 30, 2010

The Feast of St. Augustine

August 28th is a good day, for a couple of reasons. For one thing, it’s my birthday, and this year I turned 31.

It’s also the Feast Day of Saint Augustine. He is one of the most interesting and influential people who have been followers of Christ. He lived from 354-430 B.C. And he became a Christian at age 31.



He was born in North Africa when it was part of the Roman Empire, an Empire making the transition to a “Christian Empire,” after Constantine declared that Rome wouldn’t be killing Christians anymore, and in fact, if you wanted to get ahead in politics, you might want to look into becoming one. He was likely of the ethnicity of the people who would eventually be called Berbers.

Augustine’s mother was a Christian, his father a pagan. He learned early on that he had a gift for oratory, and he became a student and later a teacher of rhetoric. He also learned he liked the company of women. He had kept a mistress for many years, with whom he had a son. He grew up thinking the Christian faith to the refuge of imbeciles and superstitious ninnies (with the exception of his mother), and preferred the more exclusive, high-sounding teachings of the group called the Manicheans. They had secret knowledge that had to be worked for and wrestled with – not this ‘gospel for all’ the Christians preached.

Through the good preaching and good company of a bishop named Ambrose, Augustine slowly came around to the idea that you could be smart and a Christian, as well as the realization that the Manicheans were full of crap, to use a theological term.

But an intellectual conversion isn’t a full conversion – knowing all the right answers had always been important for Augustine, but God had more in store for him. At a moment of great personal crisis, he heard the voice of a child singing ‘Take up and read.’ So he picked up his copy of Paul’s letter to the Romans, and did the thing that Bible teachers, myself included, tell you not to do, which is just open it up randomly and see what it says. He opened to Romans 13:13-14 “13Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy. 14Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature.” He says in his Confessions, “No further would I read; nor needed I: for instantly at the end of this sentence, as if before a peaceful light streaming into my heart, all the darkness of doubt vanished away.”

He and his son were baptized by Ambrose on Easter Sunday the next year.

He became a priest, then a bishop in the North African town of Hippo. He wrote a LOT. Confessions, his most famous work, is often credited as the first autobiography, or at least the first spiritual autobiography. And he was no slouch as a philosopher. A good chunk of Confessions is his philosophy of the nature of time, and how our perception of it entirely depends on the nature of human memory. I told you he was smart.

He has been described as the last of the great ancient thinkers, and the first great medieval thinker. He wasn’t perfect, even after his conversion. You might find things objectionable about his theology, his harsh approach to heretics, his theory of just war, or other things. But the beautiful thing about Augustine is that he admitted he wasn’t perfect. He wrote a book about the topic, as a matter of fact.

Augustine is the patron saint of brewers, printers, theologians, Bridgeport, Connecticut, and yes, St. Augustine, Florida. He is often symbolized in iconography by a pierced heart. And my favorite band wrote this song about him.

August 28th is his feast day because, like all saints, it is the day that he died. It is cause for feasting, not mourning, for he is with the One he loves, and we anticipate the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead.

And at the risk of making this post way too long, some of my favorite parts of Confessions, with my comments in parentheses:

“You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it finds rest in You.”

“It is not the infant’s will that is harmless, but the weakness of infant limbs.” (All the parents holla back!)

On the untimely death of his best friend: “My heart was made dark by sorrow, and whatever I looked upon was death. Whatever I had done together with him was, apart from him, turned into a cruel torture. I hated all things, because they no longer held him.”

“Unless we could weep into Your ears, no trace of hope would remain for us.”

“To me then You were not what You are, but an empty phantom, and my error was my god.”

“Blessed is the man who loves You, and his friend in You, and his enemy for Your sake.”

“More beautiful than all those things I desired to know is the modest mind that admits its own limitations.”

“Manners I did not want for myself as a student I was forced to endure in others when I became a teacher.” (All the teachers holla back!)

“That sin was the more incurable where I judged myself to be no sinner.”

“I did not think it possible to defend the things in Your Scriptures to which men had objected. Sometimes I desired greatly to discuss individual points with someone highly trained in those books and find out what he thought of them. [The Manicheans] would assert that the New Testament writings were falsified by some unknown persons who wished to implant foreign ideas into the Christian faith. However, they themselves did not produce any uncorrupted copies.” (There is nothing new under the sun.)

On Ambrose: “I began to love him, at first not as a teacher of truth, which I utterly despaired of finding in Your Church, but as a man who was kindly disposed toward me.”

On preparing a speech in praise of the emperor: “In it I would tell many a lie, and for my lies I would be applauded by men who knew that I was lying.”

“Just as fawning friends pervert us, so also quarrelsome enemies often correct us.”

“Caught fast in a disease of the flesh and its deadly sweetness, I dragged along my chains and was fearful of being loosed from them.”

“I asked, ‘What is iniquity?’ and I found that it is not a substance. It is perversity of will, twisted away from the supreme substance, You, O God.”

“I sought for a way of gaining strength sufficient for me to have joy in You, but I did not find it until I embraced ‘the mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus,' who is over all things, God blessed forever.” (1 Tim. 2:5, Romans 9:5)

At one point, Augustine prayed the most honest, hilarious prayer ever: “Give me chastity and continence – but not yet!”

“The unlearned rise up and take heaven by storm, and we, with all our erudition but empty of heart - see how we wallow in flesh and blood! Are we ashamed to follow, because they have gone on ahead of us?”

On remembering: “Men go forth to marvel at the mountain heights, at huge waves in the sea, at the broad expanse of flowing rivers, at the wide reaches of the ocean, and at the circuits of the stars, but themselves they pass by.”

“What thing within me could be hidden from You, even if I would not confess it to You? I would be hiding You from myself, not myself from You.”

On Jesus: “For us, He is before You both victor and victim, and therefore victor for the reason that He is victim.”

“Your best servant is he who looks not so much to hear from You what he wants to hear, but rather to want what he hears from You.”

“You first healed me from the passion for self-vindication, so that You might also forgive all my other iniquities.”

“I can find no safe place for my soul except in You. In You may my scattered longings be gathered together, and from You may no part of me ever depart. Sometimes You admit me in my innermost being into a most extraordinary affection, mounting within me to an indescribable sweetness. If this is perfected in me, it will be something – I know not what – that will not belong to this life."

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

What I Did On My Summer Blogcation

Well, hello, blogosphere! It’s been quite a while since we last connected. I haven’t forgotten you – I’ve just been a little busy. June was month 9 of Jeni’s pregnancy, and July saw the arrival of Sheridan Danielle Adair, now three weeks old.

We have been tremendously blessed by the love and generosity of our family and friends both in helping us prepare for Sheridan, and after her arrival. It has been a blast to have people meet her. We haven’t known each other long, but in my opinion, she is the most beautiful baby in the world.

Ways she is like her dad: She is very hungry. She likes late evenings and sleeping late in the morning. She has enormous feet and long legs.

Ways she is like her mom: She is beautiful. She furrows her brow when trying to figure things out. She likes meeting new people. She looks good in a dress. She was the exact same weight and number of days late as her mother. She looks very, very much like the baby pictures of her mom. This bodes well for the future.

She is still a newborn, running mostly on instinct, and I am looking forward to getting to know her personality, and reading “Hippos Go Berserk” together.

There is a part of me that feels a little bad for not really having any deep spiritual insight to share about the birth of my daughter. But things can be deep in different ways. I am overwhelmingly grateful every day for the health of my wife and my daughter. I am amazed every day at the sheer fact of her existence. I suppose that’s not “deep” or profound in the sense that it requires a lot of mental gymnastics to comprehend. It’s deep and profound in the classic sense – seemingly inexhaustible, larger than one is able to take in at one viewing, or one thousand.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Texas High School Football Mascots

It’s playoff season in Texas, and while I don’t have a dog in any particular fight, I really like mascots. Texas has a LOT of football teams, so it’s only natural that out of the multitude some would stand out as entirely unique.

The trends of mascots aren’t hard to figure out – generally you want some sort of military or dangerous figure, like Pirates, Trojans, Crusaders, Vikings, Raiders, Cowboys, Indians, or some-such. Or you want a ferocious animal, whose courage, daring, and ability to inflict pain will inspire your team. Hence, the multitude of Lions, Bulldogs, Panthers, Wildcats, Leopards, Bears, Hawks, Eagles, Hornets, and Yellow Jackets.

Texas also has quite few varieties of more Unusual Creatures like Deer, Elk, Owls, Bees, and Dragons.

Then there are the schools that go a different direction:

Atlanta Rabbits – The old helmet logo had a ferocious looking rabbit with curled bicep, now sadly replaced with a sleek “running rabbit” design

Forney and Ralls Jackrabbits

New Braunfels Unicorn - I think it would be awesome if this team could generate some kind of mist that only allows furtive glimpses. Also, if they could miraculously heal from injury.

Dallas Washington Pegasus – This is a little strange from a grammatical perspective. Pegasus is a particular creature, not a species. What’s the plural of Pegasus? Apparently it’s Pegasus.

El Campo Ricebirds

Groesbeck Goats – We played them in high school. I always enjoyed the “Milk the Goats” signs.

Frisco Coons

Grand Prairie Gophers

Grandview Zebras

Springtown Porcupines

Killeen and Weatherford Kangaroos

Forth Worth Polytechnic Parrots – Say this one out loud. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say anytime you can add “polytechnic” to the name of your school it makes your mascot more awesome.

There are also the Community-Specific Mascots, based on some form of local industry or geographical feature, like:

Farmersville Farmers - There are several other Farmers, as well.

Robstown Cotton Pickers

Pampa Harvesters

Grapeland Big Sandies – Their mascot is an anthropomorphic sandstorm. That’s cool.

Hereford Whitefaces - That's a cow.

You can also get cute with your town’s name, like:

Frost Polar Bears

Italy Gladiators

And then there are the schools who go for the Confusion Factor, making their opponents have to do research to determine what they are:

Summersville Yeguas

Lanier Voks

Itasca Wampus Cats

Hubbard Jaguars – I include this one because, apparently, there is a law in Hubbard that requires you to pronounce Jaguar as “jagger.” If you say “You mean jag-wahr?”, you will be corrected.

My Favorite Texas Mascot

A part of the unusual creature category, my personal favorite is:

Hutto Hippos



The hippo is my favorite animal, as I have previously revealed. If anyone out there is looking for a unique Christmas present for me, I’d love a baseball cap with picture of a hippo on it.

This is by no means a complete list! Tell me your favorite Texan high school mascot.

We’ll probably talk about weird college mascots when bowl season comes around.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Better Living Through Zoology: The Hippopotamus

I was born in Lufkin, Texas, and lived there till I was 9 years old. There were a lot of favorite places I had as a child, but topping the list was probably the Ellen Trout Zoo. The zoo was founded in 1967 by Walter Trout, because he had a weird friend. For Christmas one year, Walter’s friend sent him a 500 lb. baby hippopotamus. Your options are limited when receiving such a gift, so Trout started a zoo, and its first resident was Hippy the hippo.

Hippy was the first animal you saw going into the zoo, and hippos have been my favorite animal ever since. Seeing the behemoth right after you went through the turnstile at the zoo made quite an impression. I liked his amphibious lifestyle, and easy-going manner. I did not like his smell, but he wore it well.

Since then, I have learned to appreciate other unique aspects of the hippo. Their name means “river horse.” They are genetic relatives of dolphins and whales, and can breed, give birth, and nurse babies underwater. They generally hold their breath underwater for three to five minutes (three minutes is beyond most humans) but can hold their breath for up to 30 minutes, and can walk on the bottom of rivers (they can’t float).

They can live up to 50 years (usually 30-40) and can weigh 3-5 tons. They are social creatures that herd together in groups of 10-150 animals.

They communicate through “wheeze-honks” and some scientists think that they may communicate underwater through vocalizations similar to whales.

Oh, I could go on! My appreciation for the hippo is part nostalgia, and part modern-day wonder that such a thing exists in the same world. Like every other African animal, it has never been domesticated. It just wants to lie in the cool water during the day, and eat lots and lots of grass during the night. If you mess with it, it will jab you with its giant tusks. Otherwise, it makes a good, if smelly, neighbor. Ah, the simple life!

So, here’s to the hippo! Third largest land mammal, but first in my heart.















Behold the majesty.

Also, here's somewhat lowbrow hippo-related humor.