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Now This… May 2, 2008

Posted by Jack Hammer in : Children, Culture, Jack Hammer, Standards, Worldliness , 3 comments Print This Post Print This Post Email This Post Email This Post

Television, Smell-a-vision, Aitch-e-double-hockey-stick-A-Vision. 

We can’t live with it.  We can’t live without it.  Some do, but most won’t.  We need our nightly news-fix.  We love our commercials.  Quality time with the remote — Priceless.  Channel surfing is the new sport.  It is our babysitter, our nightly pacifier, our family unifier.  Touch my couch, and you are welcome.  Touch my coffee table, and you are forgiven.  Touch my piano, and you are sophisticated.  Touch my television, and you are ignorant, presumptious, meddling. 

American culture is television.  We live it.  We imitate it.  It imitates us.  It pushes us.  We push it.  We follow it.  It follows us.  We teach with it.  It teaches us.  We need it.  It needs us.  It is us. 

Should we have a television?  Should we watch television?  Why should we watch television?  How should we watch television?  What does television say about us?  What does it teach us?  How does it affect us.

May is televison month on JackHammer.  Hard to watch while your hammering, but it makes a nice sparky arch when it explodes.  Fireworks!  And we aren’t even to July yet. 

Stay tuned!

CHRISTIAN WHIRLEDVIEW Starts at Home March 28, 2008

Posted by Dave Mallinak in : Children, Culture, The Family , 11 comments Print This Post Print This Post Email This Post Email This Post
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, and that will by no means clear the guilty; visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, and upon the children’s children, unto the third and to the fourth generation.

The Johnson family was not your typical Christian family. At least, not on the surface. Mr. Johnson was a dedicated teacher in his local church’s Christian school. Mrs. Johnson gave herself to the ministry in their local church. Joe, the oldest son, always wore his suit and tie to church, sat in the front row of all

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