Monthly Archives: August 2010

Strippers Protest Church…

Oh wow. A church has been protesting a strip bar. Now the strip bar is protesting the church.

I think there’s a lot to be said about the situation.

Here’s the deal. I’m a Christian, so my comment has to be directed to the church, not to the strippers. I have never had to make the decision of how to feed my kids. If I didn’t have a job and my kids were hungry, I would do anything in my power to give them what they need. I would hope I could find other work, but if not…who knows.

What bothered me about this story was the tactics of the people from the church: Every weekend for the last four years, Dunfee and members of his ministry have stood watch over George’s joint, taking up residence in the right of way with signs, video cameras and bullhorns in hand. They videotape customers’ license plates and post them online, and they try to save the souls of anyone who comes and goes.

Bullhorns? Videotaping license plates?

Somehow I’m really desperately trying to find the grace and mercy in this story.

In the piece, the pastor said that they have offered to pay the bills of the strippers to stop them from working there. Which is great, but not if you’re offering it with a bullhorn. Not if you’re tracking their license numbers. Not if you’re passing judgment and not leading with love.

I beg the people of the New Beginnings Church to look at their name. You say you’re about “new beginnings” but without love, without mercy, without grace, why would anyone be interested in the new beginnings that you’re offering?

I am thankful to the one church member, Stan Braxton, who actually went out and talked to and prayed with a protester.

It’s easy to attack people who are living on the fringe. Who are living a lifestyle that, I doubt many would question, as being not the most moral. But here’s the deal – all of us are sinners. All of us have struggles. I’m sure there are people in that congregation that struggle with lust, with porn, with food, with adultry, with pride… maybe instead of bullhorns, a better idea might be to admit their trials, and their own struggles and hurts, but suggest that there might be a better way.

It’s funny. In my life, I’ve always had much more luck with a soft spoken conversation, where I actually get to share my life’s story with someone else.

So New Beginnings Church, I offer you an idea. How about you throw a BBQ in the parking lot of the Foxhole, instead of the girls BBQing at your church. And instead of videotaping the patrons, offer them a hamburger. Instead of learning license numbers, why don’t you learn names. Instead of yelling into bullhorns, how about sitting down, share a cup of coffee and listen to the lives of these women, these patrons. That’s how Jesus interacted with tax collectors, prostitutes, thieves, saints and sinners. Somehow I think that could have a much better effect on your community.

“No one ever converted to Christianity because they lost the argument.” – Phillip Yancey. Rumors of Another World.


Cancer Cells Slurp Up Fructose

Reuters last week had a headline that stated: “CANCER CELLS SLURP UP FRUCTOSE, US STUDY FINDS”

Here’s the article. You should read it.

Basically, its showing that fructose (specifically that found in high fructose corn syrup) helps pancreatic tumor cells divide and multiply. Regular glucose doesn’t do this, so basically the study “challenges that common wisdom that all sugars are the same.”

Breads, soda, crackers, Doritos, Publix Fat Free Half and Half, the cake mix in my cabinet. This is for you. Stop putting High Fructose Corn Syrup in our food supply.

But this is my favorite part of the story:
“I think this paper has a lot of public health implications. Hopefully, at the federal level there will be some effort to step back on the amount of high fructose corn syrup in our diets,” Heaney said in a statement.

Now the team hopes to develop a drug that might stop tumor cells from making use of fructose.

U.S. consumption of high fructose corn syrup went up 1,000 percent between 1970 and 1990, researchers reported in 2004 in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition.

What? The team hopes to develop a drug.

How about we just stop eating fructose?

How about we put a giant red circle around the ingredients list on food, with a note that says, ‘by the way, this will probably kill you?’

How about we start educating people on just what these altered foods can do to our bodies?

How about we start pressuring the food manufacturers and grocery stores to help us be able to make better choices?

I’m a capitalist, and I really do believe that people should get to make their own decisions on how they treat their bodies. But coming up with a drug to stop cells from making use of fructose just seems like a giant band aid. This is an easy problem to remedy. Know what you’re eating. Stop and read the labels. Ask the companies who make and sell our food to consider the health ramifications of what we are often blindly consuming.

And for the love of God, stop trying to overmedicate us.

This finding is solidifying in my mind that today, I will drive past the grocery store and head to the farmers market and Trader Joes to buy groceries.