I wrote this for the ACCS Chrysostom oratory contest last week. Regrettably, I put it together the night before and did not have time to practice. The performance was lamentably bad; however, the content was very well-received. I figured I would give people a foretaste of my 25-page semester thesis:
Engaging The Culture: A Christian's Response to the Arts
On the Third of May 1808, a man looked through a spyglass over the Spanish skyline. He watched as a line of French soldiers executed scores of innocent civilians. Forever changed by what he had experienced, the man recreated the scene in paint for all the world to see: a visage of the death of liberty. The painting became world-renowned for its striking, brutal message. The painter’s name was Francisco de Goya, and he had made a contribution to the Great Conversation.
Every once in a while, you see someone so absurdly wrong, yet quietly oblivious to themselves. Last night, I went with my family to U-Swirl. It's the new, hip ice-cream joint in Meridian. Instead of conventionally ordering your ice cream, you go through a line with a cup and pour your own soft-serve. The cashier uses a scale of dubious precision to measure the weight of your ice cream. You pay 39 cents per ounce, if I'm not mistaken. They have this deal where, if perchance you land on the correct weight, say 15.2 oz, the ice cream's free. I myself have come a cruel tenth of an ounce away from that figure more than once.
So I'm standing in line and this cute little old granny squodges by, cup in hand. But she's going the wrong way, from the cashier to the dispensers. Over the course of 3 minutes, she politely and resolutely relays back and forth through the line half a dozen times. I soon observe that she is weighing her cup and throwing spoonfuls of ice cream in the trash in order to achieve the golden weight. The busy cashier takes quite a while before candidly noticing the scandal.
My dad and I have a good chuckle about this, and after we sit down at a table I point out to my sisters the hilarious ends people will go to just to save a few bucks. Then we watch as the offending granny is caught in the act. First she lies, claiming to have no money. Then she reveals that she has a coupon for a free cup of ice cream already. Our bewilderment at this plot twist turns to lip-biting awkwardness as the victorious old nutter leaves the building with her friend...who was sitting next to us. She had been listening to our ridicule the entire time.
C'est la vie. I hope she at least buys a tennis ball for her walker with all the money she's saved.
Got cards from the fam Got an iPod touch Kicked off the day with the Beatles' "Birthday", as per tradition Serenaded by class thrice (in gospel style) 8th grade sang to me too National merit finalist award...yussss... Played Heatherball for a palpitating half hour Free Dutch bros Hilarity ensuing in snagging as many fast food birthday deals as possible Chicken Marsala at Kahootz for dinner Good youth group Talking with my pal Danny Cap it off with The Velvet Underground's self-titled album whilst sitting on my porch
Thank you all for making my 17 years such a jetpack-frolicking good time. I love you and I thank God for putting you in my life. I hope to make the best of the coming years.