There comes points when the things we have to fight for or at least stand in objection on their behalf become pointed and concise. I probably will not say all that has been on my mind on such matters for the last while except that some of these causes have come to a starker battleline in my mind.
I have begun to lose confidence in instititions that I once took as acceptable in the imperfection that institution have to a biased individual. In true Canadian form I figured we have it pretty good and I can leave things mostly up to the government to decide. However, I say it to say that that bell inside me has gone off. This is the bell that just knows that something is not right. Something can not be tolerated. There is injustice and it must be stood against.
What is a truly Christ-like approach to injustice? That is one very loaded question.
But it is a sort of beautiful thing to believe that you are fighting for righteousness.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Closer on Sundays
Do our sunday morning church services promote the idea of a impersonal God. Of a God who is only in the presence of the clergy, in the 2 hours, on a sunday morning? And that is why we go?
Do we expect God to be more "present" there than anywhere else?
Do we want God to be as "present" all the time anyways?
(Is Omnipresence biblical? Is Omnipotent biblical? Do those questions matter?)
"Is that why we go?"
If not, then is that place to be more revered than the bible study, or more holy than the coffee shop, or more a place to meet with God than your local bar, your getaway, your hiding place, or East Hastings? More than your friend's broken home, the sufferer's broken hope, or your own broken soul?
(Let's ask Him now)
Do we expect God to be more "present" there than anywhere else?
Do we want God to be as "present" all the time anyways?
(Is Omnipresence biblical? Is Omnipotent biblical? Do those questions matter?)
"Is that why we go?"
If not, then is that place to be more revered than the bible study, or more holy than the coffee shop, or more a place to meet with God than your local bar, your getaway, your hiding place, or East Hastings? More than your friend's broken home, the sufferer's broken hope, or your own broken soul?
(Let's ask Him now)
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
departure: on a personal note
They say that old habits die hard. The same could be said of old friends.
I wonder, however, if new friends don't die hardest.
It's been a crazy year, certainly. I would be dishonest to say that there hasn't been times when I considered dropping my current expenditure all together in the pursuit of something else. For better or worse, my outlook on Bible college has improved this semester. Not only am I coming to realize it's practicality and what it has actually done already to improve my skills but I have also begun to meld with a community. I have come to find some level of human syncronicity which I believe is about as valuable and biblically a part of the Christian and human experience as it is comfortable and wonderful and painfully difficult to consider leaving.
I have built friends. Friends die hard. The old ones can pass from direct correlation with less pain perhaps because of the unbreakable tie which already exists and which we both know will not break. New friends, no matter how much my personality connects with them or the intense experiences we've shared or conversations we've delved into, don't perhaps have that same unbreakable tie. Though I may not think much of it later, right now it is difficult.
My room right now is in slight disarray. Things are in boxes or general piles in preparation for eventually moving out. It is another reminder that the end will probably come upon me quickly, and before I could ever have thought to have tied up loose ends and said adequate goodbyes.
It seems I've never been that good at goodbyes. I'm not sure if it's because I'm afraid of vulnerability and so decide to be senseless and overly-practical on the matter or if I simply see no worth in too much emotional expulsion when all things come to an end, its the future and the present we strive for (not things past), and after all- most of my worthy friends I'll see again one day in this life or the next. Why get worked up over a few years? Does that sound cold? Life is a battle, casualties are regular and those closest friends to me have often been friends expendable as myself to the cause at hand. Hmmm... Perhaps that's what makes it so difficult and confusing. It's not pure sadness regret or even anger. It's a confusion coming from a deep connection; and though the will is keen and the mind decided, the emotions are hard to express and the heart hard to read.
My thoughts and feelings bear a resemblance of a kind to my room. They are messy and being put aside to be dealt with later. I wonder, however, if I won't be able to just throw every thought into the back of my head like stuff into the truck box, but rather loose conclusions and work projects into loose ends and unconfirmities as I walk along the road of tying down the bird cage while the pheasant flies away with my heart. Ya, unsorted thoughts indeed. Don't mind me.
On a different note, I drove to Ashcroft last weekend (just before Cash Creek)- a little interesting update for you. It was a fun time. For a good story: we ( my traveling companions and I) prayed that my truck would make it and that it would have enough gas to get us there (as we began to think she was hitting rock bottom with no stops left on the route.)
I think God might have had some good humor in response to that prayer- or maybe He just knew I needed a close call to learn to rely on Him - yet again.
The truck coasted down the last bit of the highway, across the Thompson river, into Ashcroft, down the road, and brought us practically to the doorstep of our destination (with minimal pushing). Now that was rad! (Although next time I'd better fill up the tank).
I wonder, however, if new friends don't die hardest.
It's been a crazy year, certainly. I would be dishonest to say that there hasn't been times when I considered dropping my current expenditure all together in the pursuit of something else. For better or worse, my outlook on Bible college has improved this semester. Not only am I coming to realize it's practicality and what it has actually done already to improve my skills but I have also begun to meld with a community. I have come to find some level of human syncronicity which I believe is about as valuable and biblically a part of the Christian and human experience as it is comfortable and wonderful and painfully difficult to consider leaving.
I have built friends. Friends die hard. The old ones can pass from direct correlation with less pain perhaps because of the unbreakable tie which already exists and which we both know will not break. New friends, no matter how much my personality connects with them or the intense experiences we've shared or conversations we've delved into, don't perhaps have that same unbreakable tie. Though I may not think much of it later, right now it is difficult.
My room right now is in slight disarray. Things are in boxes or general piles in preparation for eventually moving out. It is another reminder that the end will probably come upon me quickly, and before I could ever have thought to have tied up loose ends and said adequate goodbyes.
It seems I've never been that good at goodbyes. I'm not sure if it's because I'm afraid of vulnerability and so decide to be senseless and overly-practical on the matter or if I simply see no worth in too much emotional expulsion when all things come to an end, its the future and the present we strive for (not things past), and after all- most of my worthy friends I'll see again one day in this life or the next. Why get worked up over a few years? Does that sound cold? Life is a battle, casualties are regular and those closest friends to me have often been friends expendable as myself to the cause at hand. Hmmm... Perhaps that's what makes it so difficult and confusing. It's not pure sadness regret or even anger. It's a confusion coming from a deep connection; and though the will is keen and the mind decided, the emotions are hard to express and the heart hard to read.
My thoughts and feelings bear a resemblance of a kind to my room. They are messy and being put aside to be dealt with later. I wonder, however, if I won't be able to just throw every thought into the back of my head like stuff into the truck box, but rather loose conclusions and work projects into loose ends and unconfirmities as I walk along the road of tying down the bird cage while the pheasant flies away with my heart. Ya, unsorted thoughts indeed. Don't mind me.
On a different note, I drove to Ashcroft last weekend (just before Cash Creek)- a little interesting update for you. It was a fun time. For a good story: we ( my traveling companions and I) prayed that my truck would make it and that it would have enough gas to get us there (as we began to think she was hitting rock bottom with no stops left on the route.)
I think God might have had some good humor in response to that prayer- or maybe He just knew I needed a close call to learn to rely on Him - yet again.
The truck coasted down the last bit of the highway, across the Thompson river, into Ashcroft, down the road, and brought us practically to the doorstep of our destination (with minimal pushing). Now that was rad! (Although next time I'd better fill up the tank).
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Culture Thief
This is something I have thought about and pondered for quite some time, the item of Christian mission stealing ethnic culture. Although this has been put on the table even more in my recent Cross Cultural Studies class, I'd like to look at it in a more localized light as well.
Having grown up going to Church "functions" and services I have seen the church communities successes and failures to be relevant (if I may use such a use thrashed word). Living in what I will call the "buckle of the bible belt" (Audio Adrenaline coined that one) (and in a secluded Bible college setting no less) has made the failures and attempts to "relevancy" (lets call it relatability- I think that works better) quite bold.
Think about your city, Do you appreciate it for its diversity? Do you enjoy its spectra of talent, ability, creativity and ingenuity- even its open-mindness?
Now think about if your whole city were to become converted Christians in the manner that the institutionalized church appears to generally intend. That is, to bring them all to church, integrate them into church culture and then let them out again.
Maybe you yourself are getting a little bored of "church" as you know it- not because theres no truth and community there but because otherwise it is very unrelatable.
(I don't want to sound complacent, but try to spur envisioning and thoughts for a crazier tomorrow. )
I don't want to go knocking on my local church body either, because I think they rock! However, trying to find a place for open and constructive and thought provoking criticism I say this: If your city was to become all like the general "church-goers" how much of the culture and soul of your city would be left?
I am not saying that "church goers" are not inwardly diverse, but they often outwardly seem quite similar, general, limited and open to stereotypes.
That leads to another question, and on this one I am still working in my own life.
Could it be that a lie has been planted in our life that we should be less than we have been created to be because a sort of cultural theology that constantly restricts our potential?
I don't know. It's a hard question to ask.
Having grown up going to Church "functions" and services I have seen the church communities successes and failures to be relevant (if I may use such a use thrashed word). Living in what I will call the "buckle of the bible belt" (Audio Adrenaline coined that one) (and in a secluded Bible college setting no less) has made the failures and attempts to "relevancy" (lets call it relatability- I think that works better) quite bold.
Think about your city, Do you appreciate it for its diversity? Do you enjoy its spectra of talent, ability, creativity and ingenuity- even its open-mindness?
Now think about if your whole city were to become converted Christians in the manner that the institutionalized church appears to generally intend. That is, to bring them all to church, integrate them into church culture and then let them out again.
Maybe you yourself are getting a little bored of "church" as you know it- not because theres no truth and community there but because otherwise it is very unrelatable.
(I don't want to sound complacent, but try to spur envisioning and thoughts for a crazier tomorrow. )
I don't want to go knocking on my local church body either, because I think they rock! However, trying to find a place for open and constructive and thought provoking criticism I say this: If your city was to become all like the general "church-goers" how much of the culture and soul of your city would be left?
I am not saying that "church goers" are not inwardly diverse, but they often outwardly seem quite similar, general, limited and open to stereotypes.
That leads to another question, and on this one I am still working in my own life.
Could it be that a lie has been planted in our life that we should be less than we have been created to be because a sort of cultural theology that constantly restricts our potential?
I don't know. It's a hard question to ask.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Adrenaline Days
Possibly one of the most influential movies on my life (although I suppose there has been many) is "Dead Poets Society". If you have ever seen the movie, you know that it can be summed up in three English words or two Latin words. Carpe Diem: Seize the Day.
Some will say to look before you leap. Others will say that he who hesitates is lost. Where is the balance of foolishness and recklessness when it comes to risks? I don't know. But I hear that when old people were surveyed (for those who believe surveys), one of the biggest things they regretted not doing more in their lives was taking risks.
What might taking risks do for me?
- it might quench a stale and boring lifestyle
- it would probably break me outside of my comfort zone into realms of new possibilities
- It might help me make mistakes that I learn more from than I would have anyways otherwise.
- It could help me recognize the vitality and realness that life can be as I push limits.
- It might result in a Bill Gates Maneuver some day. Ha Ha, Caching!
How does this fit with God's intent for my life?
- will I shy from taking risks for fear that they are not in God's will?
- or will I embrace them, knowing that God is my strength in everything and, like a father to child, will pick me up if I fall down while trying to learn how to walk.
Again, I think there is a balance.. But I can say that I'd love to live a little more on the edge? I'd like to have a more child-like trust sometimes and perhaps even incorporate an adrenaline rush moment into each day. These are just thoughts right now but just for fun, what if my calendar looked like the following:
Mon: Jump off something so high it scares me
Tues: Call up an old friend who I haven't talked to in at least two years
Wed: Take my skateboard down the hill that no-one has ever not bailed on.
Thurs: Tell someone how much I appreciate them
Fri: Burn out in a parking lot and/or go skydiving- you only live once.
Sat: Vent my problems on a good friend
Sun: Just ask her out already (hypothetical)
Mon: Jump off something higher than last week
Some will say to look before you leap. Others will say that he who hesitates is lost. Where is the balance of foolishness and recklessness when it comes to risks? I don't know. But I hear that when old people were surveyed (for those who believe surveys), one of the biggest things they regretted not doing more in their lives was taking risks.
What might taking risks do for me?
- it might quench a stale and boring lifestyle
- it would probably break me outside of my comfort zone into realms of new possibilities
- It might help me make mistakes that I learn more from than I would have anyways otherwise.
- It could help me recognize the vitality and realness that life can be as I push limits.
- It might result in a Bill Gates Maneuver some day. Ha Ha, Caching!
How does this fit with God's intent for my life?
- will I shy from taking risks for fear that they are not in God's will?
- or will I embrace them, knowing that God is my strength in everything and, like a father to child, will pick me up if I fall down while trying to learn how to walk.
Again, I think there is a balance.. But I can say that I'd love to live a little more on the edge? I'd like to have a more child-like trust sometimes and perhaps even incorporate an adrenaline rush moment into each day. These are just thoughts right now but just for fun, what if my calendar looked like the following:
Mon: Jump off something so high it scares me
Tues: Call up an old friend who I haven't talked to in at least two years
Wed: Take my skateboard down the hill that no-one has ever not bailed on.
Thurs: Tell someone how much I appreciate them
Fri: Burn out in a parking lot and/or go skydiving- you only live once.
Sat: Vent my problems on a good friend
Sun: Just ask her out already (hypothetical)
Mon: Jump off something higher than last week
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
to "Get it!"
You know those times when you just "Get it"?
A decline to a half baked lifestyle can happen so subtly. I might call it "a removal to religion".
I think this has happened to me quite a bit over the last year- which I suppose is somewhat easy when one is in an environment that can appear so subsurface that you can forget that the big stuff is underneath the skin.
I guess I just want to say "GET IT!"
There's a big picture- I've got to grasp for it. Theres a lot I don't understand- I've want to admit it and grow through it. There is a life that is beyond - I've got to live it.
I'm not about throwing fundamental truths and wisdom out the window. I believe, however, that the big picture of What God is all about is so beyond our common idea of Religion.
I seem to have embarked on another adventure that is beyond what I can do. It is therefore rooted so much more in reliance, trust and love than in me trying to do something independently. It is an intense 2-way relationship and I love it!
So that's where I'm at. It's cool.
Where' you at?
A decline to a half baked lifestyle can happen so subtly. I might call it "a removal to religion".
I think this has happened to me quite a bit over the last year- which I suppose is somewhat easy when one is in an environment that can appear so subsurface that you can forget that the big stuff is underneath the skin.
I guess I just want to say "GET IT!"
There's a big picture- I've got to grasp for it. Theres a lot I don't understand- I've want to admit it and grow through it. There is a life that is beyond - I've got to live it.
I'm not about throwing fundamental truths and wisdom out the window. I believe, however, that the big picture of What God is all about is so beyond our common idea of Religion.
I seem to have embarked on another adventure that is beyond what I can do. It is therefore rooted so much more in reliance, trust and love than in me trying to do something independently. It is an intense 2-way relationship and I love it!
So that's where I'm at. It's cool.
Where' you at?
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Why the title was: "for sale: everything I own" and generally why it's not anymore.
So, the original post here basically said that I was giving away or putting up everything I own for sale. The Idea of the title was that, if I claim to own anything myself, then it better be for sale so it isn't mine for much longer.
The move blossomed out of a conversation and decision I made based, not exclusively but, largely on Acts 2:45, which tells about the early church, "Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need." (NIV)
As to get in on a step of Faith, I agreed upon putting up all my stuff for sale or free. Largely, this initial attempt was made as an act of growing my reliance on God and showing my devotion to Him. I think it was a good risk to take. However...
I don't fully know that I should go into full reasoning for all this now, except to say that I haven't sold everything I have in my possession and I am not sure that I should or not. Being a good steward would probably be easier with less stuff, but there are surely some things which God wants to use in my hands if I am willing.
If I am willing.
I want to say that I hold nothing as my own, but what if I do?
The story of Ananias and Sapphira in Acts 5, frankly put me on my guard about saying I would do something, and then, perhaps not doing it.
So while I can not guarantee my own faithfulness to sticking to my own agendas - even when perhaps done as an act of Faith in God, I am trying to work out how I work into God's agenda. He is more faithful than I.
The move blossomed out of a conversation and decision I made based, not exclusively but, largely on Acts 2:45, which tells about the early church, "Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need." (NIV)
As to get in on a step of Faith, I agreed upon putting up all my stuff for sale or free. Largely, this initial attempt was made as an act of growing my reliance on God and showing my devotion to Him. I think it was a good risk to take. However...
I don't fully know that I should go into full reasoning for all this now, except to say that I haven't sold everything I have in my possession and I am not sure that I should or not. Being a good steward would probably be easier with less stuff, but there are surely some things which God wants to use in my hands if I am willing.
If I am willing.
I want to say that I hold nothing as my own, but what if I do?
The story of Ananias and Sapphira in Acts 5, frankly put me on my guard about saying I would do something, and then, perhaps not doing it.
So while I can not guarantee my own faithfulness to sticking to my own agendas - even when perhaps done as an act of Faith in God, I am trying to work out how I work into God's agenda. He is more faithful than I.
Do I really trust God?
Is trusting God letting go of the steering wheel and closing your eyes on the highway ?
Or is trusting God believing in him but sticking to a "God helps those who help themselves" motif?
I've found myself not wanting to tithe 10 percent of my income recently because I've been in need of funds. God knows I need it. He won't demand it of me right? But He is loaded, why should I presume that I'll ever be in need? Why shouldn't I honor God with my money in the hard times and then trust him for something a little extraordinary? Probably because I like to keep myself as a fall back. I like to control myself. Very practical and socially acceptable.
Pretty stupid.
A certain teacher at school recently went out on a limb to suggest that the Bible does not support lying for good motives. God wants the truth. Why shouldn't we trust Him to work the rest out.
I'll be quite honest. I tripped over this one. Corrie Ten Boom's "The Hiding Place" always comes to mind on this topic: if I were hiding Jews in my house and their lives as well as my life and the lives of my family depended on me telling a few German Milita that we had nothing going on, would I tell that lie? Yes that is an extreme example, but nonetheless... Do we trust that God can provide? No, because we're fools to say something like that, or Yes because we need to honor him and accept the power and provision that he will accordingly provide to us as His children?
I like to fly by the seat of my pants. I'll tell you that. Many great times have come from falling off the end of my rope. But I do like to have some insurance. I like to have a fall back, an asset or a plan B.
However, once in a while I'll come up against someone who dared to throw themselves into the military of God- letting him worry about the bankbook and just doing what he commands.
The testimonies of Brother Andrew are among my favorites. But then there are the guys I actually know who live like this. They are frequently looked on sceptically and sometimes are left few or alone in their convictions. But maybe for these few God rubs his hands together and starts spinning his potters wheel saying, "oh yes, this is going to be a good one."
Can I be like that?
"Oh sure, it was easy when i was young and the meals were coming off the parents bill, but now I've got to look out for myself- even Paul made tents."
"He who fails to plan, plans to fail"
"Easier said than done, recourses have to come out of someone's pocket."
"um... I'll think of an excuse after watching some more commercial TV"
But this is speaking on finance matters.
At Bible college we have "ministries" that most everyone is involved in. One of the things I do is work with a youth group. Sure, I can go and be all I can be to demonstrate the given Life of Christ through whatever I do at that youth group. However, what if God wants something different. What if He wanted, say, prayer and music all night with none of the games or media I was working on?
"But God... It won't work without me!"
"Kids don't want to pray!"
"I don't think you even belong here. Go away and I'll continue on my stupid little social club. "
Do we dream too small?
Is our God too safe?
Is trusting God letting go of the steering wheel and closing your eyes on the highway ?
Or is trusting God believing in him but sticking to a "God helps those who help themselves" motif?
I've found myself not wanting to tithe 10 percent of my income recently because I've been in need of funds. God knows I need it. He won't demand it of me right? But He is loaded, why should I presume that I'll ever be in need? Why shouldn't I honor God with my money in the hard times and then trust him for something a little extraordinary? Probably because I like to keep myself as a fall back. I like to control myself. Very practical and socially acceptable.
Pretty stupid.
A certain teacher at school recently went out on a limb to suggest that the Bible does not support lying for good motives. God wants the truth. Why shouldn't we trust Him to work the rest out.
I'll be quite honest. I tripped over this one. Corrie Ten Boom's "The Hiding Place" always comes to mind on this topic: if I were hiding Jews in my house and their lives as well as my life and the lives of my family depended on me telling a few German Milita that we had nothing going on, would I tell that lie? Yes that is an extreme example, but nonetheless... Do we trust that God can provide? No, because we're fools to say something like that, or Yes because we need to honor him and accept the power and provision that he will accordingly provide to us as His children?
I like to fly by the seat of my pants. I'll tell you that. Many great times have come from falling off the end of my rope. But I do like to have some insurance. I like to have a fall back, an asset or a plan B.
However, once in a while I'll come up against someone who dared to throw themselves into the military of God- letting him worry about the bankbook and just doing what he commands.
The testimonies of Brother Andrew are among my favorites. But then there are the guys I actually know who live like this. They are frequently looked on sceptically and sometimes are left few or alone in their convictions. But maybe for these few God rubs his hands together and starts spinning his potters wheel saying, "oh yes, this is going to be a good one."
Can I be like that?
"Oh sure, it was easy when i was young and the meals were coming off the parents bill, but now I've got to look out for myself- even Paul made tents."
"He who fails to plan, plans to fail"
"Easier said than done, recourses have to come out of someone's pocket."
"um... I'll think of an excuse after watching some more commercial TV"
But this is speaking on finance matters.
At Bible college we have "ministries" that most everyone is involved in. One of the things I do is work with a youth group. Sure, I can go and be all I can be to demonstrate the given Life of Christ through whatever I do at that youth group. However, what if God wants something different. What if He wanted, say, prayer and music all night with none of the games or media I was working on?
"But God... It won't work without me!"
"Kids don't want to pray!"
"I don't think you even belong here. Go away and I'll continue on my stupid little social club. "
Do we dream too small?
Is our God too safe?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
So, I was sitting here, and decided that it was about due time for a new blog. (Question: if I make it sound just that sporadic does it loose it's merit of genuinity?) The truth is, I haven't posted in a while. Actually, I had planned to post up the wazzoo over the winter holidays (no Wazzoo is not a word, whether it should be or not, and yes this will easily rate as my most unstructured blog yet. Fortunately my panel of advisors isn't too big- after all, zero out of zero is still 100% right? [Don't answer that.]) But being the holidays and all, one gets busy and neglects things.
In a matter of fact, the holidays were very vigorously jammed packed indeed with various doings.
On the topic of keeping busy, if I felt i needed to make an excuse for too infrequent blogging (which i don't really) I could use the "school has kept me busy" line, which would be somewhat true. I could also use the, "It snowed, and you can't do anything when it snowed" line, but that one doesn't really work when it comes to the internet. I also could try the, "I've been busy taking care of an old blue metal thing."
Besides being busy, I think a viable excuse is that less of my thoughts have been coming out in the shape of a blog and less so of blogs that I think are worth sharing.
This might all sound beside the point, but I thought it'd be cool to write a blog all about excuses.
In a matter of fact, the holidays were very vigorously jammed packed indeed with various doings.
On the topic of keeping busy, if I felt i needed to make an excuse for too infrequent blogging (which i don't really) I could use the "school has kept me busy" line, which would be somewhat true. I could also use the, "It snowed, and you can't do anything when it snowed" line, but that one doesn't really work when it comes to the internet. I also could try the, "I've been busy taking care of an old blue metal thing."
Besides being busy, I think a viable excuse is that less of my thoughts have been coming out in the shape of a blog and less so of blogs that I think are worth sharing.
This might all sound beside the point, but I thought it'd be cool to write a blog all about excuses.
Monday, January 15, 2007
From a Recognized Street
Click here for an recent article concerning funding for AIDS and poverty. You might find it to be some good stuff to think over. I did.
Consider the situation.
What do you figure?
Thanks for checking in!
-MC
Fire and Ice
So I was sitting in my room a few days ago when suddenly a ridiculously loud noise came exploding from everywhere. It took me only a moment to realize it was the fire alarm. It took me only another moment to realize that, "no... no I'm not burning anything- it's not me. Good." From there I decided to grab a coat and then make my way outside, where many had already gathered.
Apparently it was not a drill. An iron had been left on and caused the smoke which set off the alarm. The downside of this was that there were few to no faculty around to conduct what would have otherwise been a drill. We had to, rather, wait outside while quietly freezing in the sub-zero temperature while the appropriate staff and/or fire dept showed up.
Shortly, someone told us that we could go and wait in the gym. By this time, however, I was already imagining how a news headline might look:
"Fire brigade rush to Abbotsford College too late: Students found frozen to death." or if given more thought:
"College commended for fire response time - 70% of students treated for frost bite."
I shared such thoughts with a friend,
"That would be ironic eh?"
"IRON-ic, yes"
"Oh that was a good one."
Apparently it was not a drill. An iron had been left on and caused the smoke which set off the alarm. The downside of this was that there were few to no faculty around to conduct what would have otherwise been a drill. We had to, rather, wait outside while quietly freezing in the sub-zero temperature while the appropriate staff and/or fire dept showed up.
Shortly, someone told us that we could go and wait in the gym. By this time, however, I was already imagining how a news headline might look:
"Fire brigade rush to Abbotsford College too late: Students found frozen to death." or if given more thought:
"College commended for fire response time - 70% of students treated for frost bite."
I shared such thoughts with a friend,
"That would be ironic eh?"
"IRON-ic, yes"
"Oh that was a good one."
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