What “Let Him Who Is without Sin Throw the First Stone” Does Not Mean

Let me tell you a story about a woman who had a face-to-face with death around two thousand years ago.

One day, early in the morning, Jesus was teaching in the temple and all the people came to him as he started teaching them. Then, the scribes and the Pharisees brought to him a woman that was caught in adultery, in order to test him. You see, in their Law Moses had commanded them to stone such a woman. So they wanted to see what Jesus would say about it because they wanted to find a charge to bring it against him. Faced with this dilemna, Jesus bent down and started writing with his finger on the ground — maybe to buy himself some time to think of a proper answer. It was a tricky one. If he were to tell them not to stone her, he would be breaking the Law and the Pharisees and scribes would finally have ground to arrest him; and if he were to tell them to stone her, the woman would die and he would be beating the purpose for which he came to begin with, which is to save people like her. When they kept asking him, he finally got up and told them, “Let him who is without sin throw the first stone at her”, then bent down and went back to writing on the ground. After that, the most amazing thing happened. One by one, starting with the older ones, they started walking away until it was just him and the woman standing before him. Jesus stood up and asked her, “Where are they? Is no one condemning you?” To this she answered, “There’s no one, Lord.” Then he said, “Neither do I condemn you. Go, live your life.” And the woman, empowered, went back to her former life, proudly silencing anyone who dared judge her. “If Jesus didn’t judge me, who are you to judge me?” she would say, and she would cite what would soon become Jesus’ most famous quote, “Let him who is without sin throw the first stone!”

I’m sure if you’ve ever read this story in John 8, you would smell something fishy about my narration of this account. Well, if you’re still wondering, I’ve completely changed the ending. But there’s a reason why I did that.

Going around the internet lately, I often come across articles written (mostly) by well-intentioned Christians who wish to reconcile the world with Christianity. What these people often do is stop at the point where Jesus didn’t condemn the woman caught in adultery without going further to continue what he said to her afterwards and thus end up portraying Jesus as a passive tolerant of sin who didn’t go around judging people, to show what a modern-day Christian should look like. Unsurprisingly, these articles get picked up by well known secular websites that champion freedom of choice under the big umbrella of diversity within secularism.

While it is true that Christians should reflect the image of Jesus in that he did not condemn the woman or anyone else for that matter and he did frequent people who were caught up in sin, thus earning him the title “friend of sinners”, Jesus did in fact say something to that woman that has completely gone unnoticed by many who don’t think twice before raising the judgment flag at the slightest cause of discomfort.

So to give you the real version of the story, right after Jesus told the woman, “Neither do I condemn you”, he said something to her that in modern-day context would definitely not pass. He told her, “Go, and from now on sin no more.” (John 8:11).

Whoa… Hold your horses. What was that Jesus? Did you actually tell the woman not to sin anymore? But I thought you showed approval of her lifestyle by not condemning her… Oh, you didn’t?

As I examine closer people who hide nowadays behind the “Let him who is without sin throw the first stone” barrel, it seems to me they completely overlook the fact that despite having showed her mercy and compassion, Jesus didn’t fail to tell the woman — in that same sentence — to stop doing what she was doing, as if making a firm and clear statement that showing her love does not equate to approving of her lifestyle.

Things today however appear to be different. It looks as though people are making the innuendo that God approves of their sinful lifestyles because Jesus defended the woman from being stoned. It is also expected that Christians follow lead or else they wouldn’t be showing love — the kind of love that Jesus demonstrated to the woman caught in adultery. This couldn’t be any further from the truth.

Jesus never once showed people that he was okay with their sin. In another instance after having healed a disabled man by the pool in John 5, Jesus told the man not to sin anymore so that his last state wouldn’t become worse than his first.

It is true that Jesus ate with sinners, but everyone that encountered him had a drastic change of direction, not because he didn’t have a problem with their sin, but because he showed them mercy and associated with them despite their sin.

That was the difference between Jesus and the Pharisees back then. The Pharisees separated themselves from the rest of the people because they esteemed themselves better than everybody else. Their self-righteousness didn’t allow them to “defile” themselves with sinners, while it was their job from the beginning to be mediators between people and God.

Jesus came to show people what the Pharisees could never show, that God loves you and wants to have a relationship with you despite your sin. But that should never amount to believing that God approves of your sin.

Christians should be aware that people who favour Jesus as a lax character, aren’t doing this because they are seeking mercy but because they want to be comfortable with their sin. It is a comforting thought indeed that one can lead the lifestyle they want with no retribution on the horizon line.

When we project Jesus as someone who gives thumbs up to sinners and buys another round of beers to people who are already drunk, because “hey, no one’s perfect”, we aren’t in fact causing people to come to Jesus. Let me tell you that no one is repenting because they think that God is okay with how they’re living their lives.

More so, this false image of Jesus is being used by people who have absolutely no intention of coming out of the darkness, in order to push their own agendas.

Hence my question to my well-intentioned brothers and sisters in Christ who are trying to reconcile the world with the true image of Christianity.

You mean to tell me that Jesus paid the highest price on the cross — the greatest display of unmerited love known to mankind — so that people could go on with their sin and we would join in their struggle to make it a right for them? Really? Is that what Christ died for?

Jesus didn’t die for humanism, secularism or any other philosophy or agenda we’re unknowingly fighting for. Jesus died for a repentant humanity. His final words for us before he went up to heaven were to go proclaim the gospel and make disciples of the whole world teaching them to observe all that he commanded.

The gospel is not that people can now go on living as they were in the past because Christ died for their sins. The gospel is that people have been forgiven of their sins because of the great act of mercy demonstrated on the cross and have thus been reconciled with God and moved from death to life to walk from now on in the new self and put to death the deeds of the old self. Mercy should always lead people to repentance. Always.

Let us show love and compassion to people by not condemning them for the lifestyles they are leading but let us also not shy away from naming things by their names, just as Jesus did. In our attempt to reconcile people with God, let us also stay true to our agenda — a repentant humanity.

Why You Can Never Be Content When You Settle

This year taught me a lot about the importance of going for the things you desire instead of settling for less than what you really want.

I learned there’s a big difference between saying you want a phone and saying you want an iPhone. Because when you say you want a phone, any phone would do, really. But when you say you want an iPhone and you get a Samsung instead, you won’t be really happy with it and no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you have a great phone, you know deep down that you’ll always desire the iPhone.

Similarly, there’s a big difference between saying you want a car and saying you want a Mustang. Because if you say you want a car, any car would do as long as it works. It could be a Toyota, an Audi, a Renault, it doesn’t matter really, because you just want a car. But if you say you really want a Mustang and you get a Renault instead, you’d be very disappointed and even if eventually you settle for it and learn to live with it, the desire to have that Mustang will always be there, deep down, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you’re happy with your Renault.

Why is this so important?

As a Christian, I always wanted to make sure I was content. “But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content” says Paul in 1 Timothy 6:8, “for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content”, he also says in Philippians 4:11.

Years ago I personally made these verses, verses I would live by. They taught me greatly about being happy and satisfied at all times whether I had a hundred dollars or just one dollar in my pocket and they taught me to always be thankful for everything I had.

But what I didn’t realise was the danger of unconsciously associating my heart’s desires with coveting and being discontent or even greedy and this is the trap that I personally fell into a long time ago. I believed I shouldn’t desire anything I didn’t have and just be happy with anything I got. And even when the Lord started speaking to me some time ago about my heart’s desires and how he fulfils the desire of the righteous (Psalm 37:4, Proverbs 10:24b), I still felt guilty even if for a little for having some desires that weren’t necessarily of a spiritual nature.

So when I wanted an iPhone and got a Samsung instead as a gift, I felt guilty for considering to exchange it for an iPhone believing that God wanted me to settle for this instead. But there’s a big difference between settling for something you don’t want and being content with what you have.

Let’s say you really wanted to eat steak, but for some reason ended up having pizza. At the end of the meal you’re gonna feel full, because you were hungry and you met this need with food. But your desire to have steak will not be fulfilled, because you got pizza instead. So you’re gonna feel content in the sense that you don’t want to eat anymore — because you’re full — but the desire to have steak will always be there and will surge again next time you’re hungry and you’re considering restaurant choices.

So the difference between being content and settling for something other than what you want is that when you’re content, the desire to have more ceases (and if it doesn’t, you risk falling into greed), but when you settle, your desire doesn’t cease, because it is not a desire for more, but a desire for something that you want and still don’t have. So where being content has to do with quantity, settling is all about the object itself.

If for instance you’ve always wanted to become a banker, being content would be to be happy with the modest salary you’re getting right now, whereas settling would look something like taking up a job in sales because you can’t find any opportunity in banking at the moment.

Being content and settling can look a lot alike; and for a long time they seemed so to me. But the difference I see now is that the former has to do with being happy and satisfied with your current situation knowing that this is all you can have right now, while the latter has to do with ceasing to pursue the desires that you have and convincing yourself that you’re happy and satisfied like that.

Settling, as the word indicates, has everything to do with coming down from your current desires, to settle for something less than what you want. You can never settle up or even settle on the same level. You always settle down.

You can settle for a career as a banker when all you’ve ever dreamed of was to become a filmmaker, but you can never be as content as the guy who’s always dreamed of becoming a banker and got the chance to make that dream happen. The difference between you and this guy is that this guy will be perfectly content being a teller for his first few years knowing that it’s just a step up the corporate ladder, whereas you will never be happy even if you became head of the bank, because all you’ve ever wanted to do was filmmaking and it will always be burning you up how you never pursued that dream.

So what’s important is not the object itself, but whether you desire it or not. What may seem to you as something very desirable, can mean absolutely nothing to the person next to you and it is this desire that makes all the difference between being content with a Samsung because you just wanted a phone and feeling you settled for a Samsung because what you really wanted was an iPhone.

But if as Christians we’re not supposed to have these desires to begin with (so I thought), then why are they there? Why aren’t we all created with the same desires or the lack thereof? Why are we created each with our own taste, preferences, desires, dreams and longings? And if all desires are sinful, why does God classify some as sinful desires and others as desires that he wants to fulfil?

I wrestled a lot with the idea, thinking maybe I’m being discontent and ungrateful because I always longed to fulfil desires that were never met. I thought maybe I should just let go of these desires, kill my ambition and be okay with settling for a mediocre life. Maybe then I would be happy.

But when I turned to the Bible to see what the Word of God had to say about this, I found something completely different to the way I was thinking. I saw Nehemiah who had sadness of heart because his city lied in ruins and it was this grief that he had that wouldn’t let him be happy until the walls of Jerusalem were completely rebuilt.

Nehemiah could’ve settled. In fact he had every right to. He was after all the king’s cupbearer. In other words he was living the good life. But for some reason he just couldn’t be content living like that. The zeal he had for Jerusalem to be rebuilt was burning so strong in his heart that he had to do something about it. He acted upon the desire that he had and God gave him success.

Can you imagine what would’ve happened if Nehemiah had killed this desire inside and chosen instead to live comfortably in the courts of the king? For one, Jerusalem would’ve stayed in ruins, waiting for someone else to burn with the same flame that burned inside Nehemiah’s heart, only to act upon it this time. And for two, Nehemiah would’ve never been able to be truly content in the courts of the king, even though he had what many others would’ve dreamed of having.

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.” (Proverbs 13:12)

I believe that God plants desires in our hearts to pursue them, because it is by pursuing these desires that we will come alive and be able to make a difference in the world.

On this note, I will end with a quote I love from Howard Thurman that I think couldn’t be more relevant.

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

When Inspiration Runs Dry

Insipid. I think that’s the word that best describes my creativity lately.

Screen Shot 2014-09-05 at 12.14.21 AMWe all go through it, I know. There are seasons when creativity seems to just flow out of you effortlessly and there are seasons where when you just know that it’s just pointless to even try because the your secret ingredient is missing and without it everything you do will turn out bland.

They say that creativity is a muscle that you have to exercise regularly, but even the most creative people will tell you that they go through dry seasons.

There are times when the moment you pick up your instrument a tune comes alive as if your fingers were programmed to play it out of nowhere into existence and you know you’re onto something unusual that is completely inspired because you end up writing some one of your best works in a matter of minutes. And there are times when you just go almost everyday on your blog and stare at that last post that keeps drifting away from the present day with every uninspiring day that goes by and even though there are probably like a million things going on around you that you could be writing about, you dread the thought of can’t even get yourself to press that “New Post” icon button because you know that it will take you 50, 55, 60 minutes to write a simple introduction to your recent state and take it Da Capo it with every new sentence you exert yourself to write down and make changes to it with every read hoping it will buy you some time to recharge some creativity, just enough to make it sentence by sentence until to the end of your post.

At this point, even writing something as simple as this feels like a great feat.

Dealing with Lack of inspiration proves to be an obstacle for people whose for whom creativity counts as a main component on which their livelihood depends on and in dealing with it, creative people of all sorts have resorted to a number of ways that have to some extent shown their efficacy.

Most notable of them all is to address addressing the issue itself and this has proven to be useful especially in the creative field of writing where writers have taken upon the task of writing about writer’s block“. Of course, the writer’s adeptness in writing is key here and a deciding factor between having an enjoyable read that people would delight in reading on one hand and a tedious melodramatic account of one’s inability to flow in creativity on the other hand.

In music this proves to be trickier as few people are actually interested in listening to someone singing about being pissed because they can’t sing make music like they used to. It’s like buying clothes from a shop where the salesman tells you they don’t make them like they used to anymore.

In movies this becomes it gets harder and harder and movies that deal with this topic tend to be those deep European movies which you can never understand but after watching you just want to sit silently in darkness while hugging your knees and finally ask yourself the big questions you’ve been always afraid to ask, like could it be that you’re going out with this girl because you’re secretly in love with your mom and she subconsciously reminds you of her? why do men have nipples?

Another way of overcoming this obstacle is to forget about that perfect first line that you want as a writer to capture your audience with and just start with the first thing that comes on your mind and. Creativity will start flowing from there once you get passed the perfectionism complex that plagues most of us creative people.

Another version of this approach has shown to be fruitful in music where several some songwriters have recommended opening the dictionary to a random word and this word that will become the opening word of a song in which they will try to relate this word to what they want to convey in with the lyrics. Sounds challenging, but with practice you can get something like that:

“Irrigation is what I long for for the soil of my creativity

Water my thoughts and set me free from this, my sterility

Of mind and not that of my reproductivity

Yes I can and I will have posterity

Chorus:

Irrigate my creativity

I will have posterity (x2)”

Another spontaneous variation to this method in writing is what writers call as Stream of Consciousness which consists of a continuous and unfiltered flow of thoughts, emotions and reactions that is uninterrupted by conventional writing. It is also known as “Interior Monologue” which gives readers a raw depiction of the writer’s thought processes. It can be tricky though to stick to your main topic without getting your audience wondering what the heck is this about. Shocked. I’m still shocked that women’s shoes cost that much. I wasn’t ready for this. I can either To get my girlfriend a nice pair of stilettos or I can pay I would have to skip a month’s worth of my bills and rent. I can’t do both. This is madness. How innocent and impressionable I was.

A different form for this method is what is called Free Writing in which writers write continuously for a set period of time withoug regrad to spelling, grammar or topic. This helsp them get passed the obcstacle of sefl-criticism and forces them ro write. They could be writing about what they did today and suddenly oh my i don’t think i should’ve eaten that much, damn those loewer case Is are really bugging the heck out of me. Need to correct htme but I mustn’t do that because it wouldn’t be aclled free writing ianymore. What kind of free writing is it if I can’t I’m not free to correct my mistakes??? But you know although this is really annoying me, it somewho feels liberating to be unbound by the constant comulpsion to correct everything I write and make sure everything is just perfect.

In all, many are the ways which one can resort to to overcome their dry periods. But one thing for sure is that one needs to push themselves beyond that intimidating block of sterility to become the seasoned writer or musician that they aspire to become.

MUST CORRECT THOSE TYOPS!!! ARGHHHH

Announcing My New Course “Learn the Guitar in 3 Weeks (LG3W)”

For the past few weeks I’ve been working on this new course of mine called “Learn the Guitar in 3 Weeks” or “LG3W” in short and now I can finally say it is done!

To tell you a bit about LG3W, it’s an interactive video tutorial that teaches people who really have no clue whatsoever about the guitar all the basics they need to know to be able to play a song in just 3 weeks and also continue on their own to play pretty much any song they want.

The thing that separates LG3W from all the other guitar courses I have encountered in my years of teaching the guitar (other than the fact that it’s done by me, of course) is that not only is it short, concise and straight to the point, but it also teaches you how to think, musically speaking.

I’ve never been a fan of memorising things just for the sake of memorising, without understanding what’s being memorised. When it comes to scales, chords and positions, things can get confusing sometimes, especially to people who feel they are not naturally well positioned at it. But what most people don’t know is that with a little explanation of how things work in music and on the guitar in particular, you can have even the least musically adept wowing at just how simple it is.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that the program alone will do wonders for you if you don’t plan on putting a little effort and commitment to follow the 3-week curriculum. I wish there was a magical button to press or some genie lamp to rub to just wake up knowing how to play the guitar, but alas there isn’t (to the best of my knowledge) and if there is such a thing I’m calling dibs to learn the drums… and horseback riding!

To give you more details about this course without making a lengthy post, I’ve dedicated a whole page on the blog just for this purpose, which you can find here.

Be sure to visit the page and most importantly to spread the word, especially to your circle of teenagers. A recent study has shown that playing the guitar can be a great tool to pick up that girl you have a crush on! Did I just make that up? Of course. But you can still try. And for my female audience, this goes both ways. Guys love a girl who can play and sing ;)

You can also follow the Facebook page for LG3W on this link. Do it.

Why I Deleted My Whole Music Library

I live in a country where anything goes. Pretty much anything. And as much as we Lebanese people have made it a habit to complain about the ever-increasing corruption infesting our country, we also can’t deny that we capitalise on its benefits. Let’s be honest here, as much as we claim to hate the absence of any system, having no system has become a system of itself and we’ve made it our own Lebanese system.

Among many of the benefits we get to enjoy, piracy is the one I will be addressing today.

The first time I was exposed to piracy was probably 13 years ago when Napster was shut down. I remember it really bugged me because I couldn’t download any more free music and had to look for other alternatives. Before that I didn’t even know what piracy meant and to be honest I didn’t know there was anything called copyrights. When I got my first computer at the age of 12 and my friends got me computer games, I didn’t even know there was a thing called the “original copy” and another called the “cracked version”. I thought all games were like the ones I had and it wasn’t until a couple of years down the line that I saw my first original game on display in a computer store for some $80 and I remember thinking to myself: “I can’t believe how expensive this shop is, I can get this game for $2!!”. It’s downright laughable I know, but I’m telling you that’s how much I had no clue about piracy. To show you even more, when I first found out around the age of 20 that my copy of Windows was a counterfeit, I got pissed off thinking I got robbed by the computer guy. Little did I know that every copy of Windows I had ever owned for the past 8 years was a counterfeit and if I had to own the original copy it would’ve cost me about $300. Not only that, but the whole country was running on counterfeit versions of Windows.

It had never occurred to me before that it was wrong and all this time I thought this was how the system worked. In hindsight I can’t believe I never saw it, but again when you grow up to a certain system from a young age, you don’t often stop to ask if it’s right or wrong, you just think this is how things work. And I bet you if you ask any teenager now why he needs to jailbreak his Xbox, he would tell you right away so that he wouldn’t have to pay for the games, without even stopping to think whether it’s right or wrong.

It wasn’t until I made my first $200 while I was still in university out of a music composition project, that my conscience was stricken with the bitter realisation that I had just robbed the company that made the software I was using to compose music. It hit me like a lightning bolt and I couldn’t take the thought out of my head if I tried. I had just made money using a software I didn’t pay for and the company whose software I had just benefited from didn’t get anything in return. This was the beginning of a long series of wrestling matches with the truth that what I was doing was wrong.

I started justifying myself and why I was doing what I was doing. At first I hid behind the fact that I couldn’t afford the original software. But I knew stealing was wrong, so I couldn’t make peace with the excuse that I could pirate the software because I was poor — it was still stealing. Then I tried numbing my conscience with the fact that the whole country operated like that and authorities seldom pursued anyone for piracy or breaking copyrights and even if they did, it was only temporary until a bribe came into the story. Heck, people here don’t even know what a synchronisation license means and I can guarantee you that the soundtracks of Gladiator and Requiem For A Dream have been used maybe more than any other musical piece in history in the background of reports aired on our own TV stations. But even then I couldn’t make peace with the fact that it was still wrong. I couldn’t justify doing something wrong by putting it on the system because it would’ve been synonymous with me saying “I know prostitution is wrong but I benefit from it because our government condones it”.

Then I started taking it out on the system of copyrights. I resolved that software owners were greedy people who only cared about making money and completely disregarded poor students who could never afford their software (bear in mind that I live in a country where student discounts on softwares almost don’t exist because no one would even think about owning the original softwares). So I decided to go Open Source.

I found out about the wonderful world of Open Source which was offered at my favourite price — absolutely FREE. So I replaced Windows with Linux and got a free replacement for pretty much every one of the softwares I needed for my work. It was great.

But anyone who has ever dabbled long enough with Open Source will tell you that even though you’re getting something really amazing for the price you’re paying — nothing — it still doesn’t beat the paid software. And the reason was simple: In one case you had people working for free to develop free replicas of the paid software you wanted, one that could only hope to mimic all of its wonderful features and in another case you had piles of money being thrown into the making of a great software that involved a huge team of (to say the least) researchers, engineers, designers and developers, all of whom were getting the revenue for all their hard labor.

It doesn’t take a genius to say that the paid version will always be better. But at the time it was all I could afford, so I was more than happy for the time being.

But when I was starting up my first recording studio a couple of years ago with actual money dedicated for this purpose, I was set on buying original softwares no matter how much it was going to cost me, even though most people (even shop owners) would give me weird looks when I told them I wanted to buy original copies. I figured I was to use this studio to make money out of it and I was in no way going to rob these software companies from their right to see the fruit of their labor. You will say but these software companies are making millions upon millions and my contribution or the lack thereof will not affect them in any way and you’re right. My contribution is but a drop in their ocean but it’s not about that, it’s about the principle. Stealing is stealing whether it’s an egg or an ox and I’m keen on doing the right thing no matter how unpopular it can be.

My fight with the truth however was far from being over, because even though I had solved one part of the issue, there was still the problem of figuring out what to do with the huge library of music and film I had acquired illegally over the years.

I can honestly say that in my entire life I haven’t bought more than ten original albums and even that is borderline overstatement because I had to spend a number of minutes trying to stretch it to ten even counting in the albums I got as gifts for other people. But the overwhelming majority of the music in my library was music I had amassed over the years either through peers I personally knew or anonymous peers on the internet through torrent softwares.

I had a big library of music that I loved and I was in no way going to give that up. But no matter how hard I wrestled inwardly with the idea and presented my arguments, I just couldn’t win the case that it was still sugar-coated stealing. I tried hiding behind the fact that if it weren’t for piracy, these artists wouldn’t have even dreamed of getting the kind of exposure they had here in Lebanon and if it weren’t for piracy I wouldn’t have found out about them to begin with; so in fact these artists should be thankful for piracy because either way I would’ve never gone out and bought their expensive albums — bear in mind that the minimum wage here is far less than in the US, so $13 here for a music album is considered a commodity one can go without, especially if it can be offered for free.

But fact was that their music was intended to be sold and if they wanted their music to be distributed for free they would’ve done so themselves like some artists do. So no matter how I turned it, I just couldn’t get away from the fact that I was stealing. I had in my hands music that I didn’t pay for and it was against the consent of its proprietors. The same was with the film library that I had.

So faced with the harsh and undeniable reality that what I was doing was wrong, I found myself at a crossroads. It was either I continued what I was doing and tried further numbing my conscience by either putting it on the system or revolting against the greed of copyright owners or claiming I’m living under grace not law or I stopped doing what I was doing because I actually wanted the system to change.

Hence I made the very unorthodox step a few days ago of deleting my whole iTunes library along with my film library and every software that came illegally preloaded on my iMac when I bought it two years ago.

Was it easy? Heck no! I had to delete the music I grew up listening to and the music that has become part of me throughout the years. To name a few: Bon Jovi, Creed, Alter Bridge, Dream Theater, Porcupine Tree, Pink Floyd, Pearl Jam, Misty Edwards, Third Day… And we’re talking about full discographies here, not just sporadic songs or even a few albums.

Am I an idiot for doing that? Probably. By Lebanese standards I am considered an idiot for shooting myself in the foot like that, especially that of the many softwares I deleted was the Adobe Master Collection which I absolutely loved and which if I were to buy would’ve cost me a hefty $5000.

But I want to see change in Lebanon. We can’t go on complaining about corruption while getting high on its sweet spots. Corruption has to be fought as a whole and we can’t go picking and choosing what we want to keep and what we want to go.

For change to happen it has to start with ourselves.

I want to see student discounts on softwares, not only that but I want to see a big reduction in software prices as a whole — a reduction that is scaled according to our minimum wage and living costs. But in order to see that happen, we have to stop using illegal software.

I want to see legal music streaming services like Spotify and movie streaming services like Netflix becoming available in our country and I want to see items that are not usually available in our iTunes Store or on Amazon and other online stores becoming available for us and at a price that we can afford. But for that to happen we need to stop copying music illegally and start respecting copyrights. (Same goes to movies and books).

I am an artist myself and ideally I wish everyone would buy my music. But this is farfetched because not everyone can do that. Of course I don’t want the right to listen to my music to become an exclusive right for people who can only afford it, but I’d like people to ask me first before they copy my music or use it in their audiovisual works. And as I like to be treated, I need to treat other people.

So let’s talk about these things. I’m sure we can find ways that could please both end parties, ways that would ensure products are becoming affordable for the biggest amount of people and at the same time delivered in ways that would protect copyrights and repay people for their hard work.

This is but a fraction of the things that need to change in Lebanon. But change has to start somewhere and like I said, it has to start with ourselves. While we might not be able to control the corruption that other people are responsible for, we can at least stop contributing to corruption as a whole and do our part in the grand scheme of things. I can tell you it won’t be easy. Change is a process that doesn’t just happen overnight. But the good news is that we can make it.

Are you willing to pay the price with me?

How I Started Changing My Neighbourhood

Call me crazy but I believe I’m changing my neighbourhood. I say my neighbourhood because I believe it is my neighbourhood. Not because I happen to live there but because I genuinely believe it’s mine. Yes, mine as in I own it and it belongs to me, moi… io.

I didn’t use to think like that up until a while ago.

When I first moved here, almost three years ago, I was really overwhelmed by the beauty of my surrounding. I considered myself truly blessed to be living in a beautiful and quiet spot in the middle of a surprisingly still-unspoiled pine forest amid the locust-like urbanisation that has swept over our cities and devoured every green acre we once felt proud of having.20140326_173028

But as much as I was joyed by the privilege of living here, I was equally annoyed and frustrated at the people who sadly didn’t realise what they had like I did. I got ticked off at people who carelessly tarnished the outskirts of their buildings with their habitual and mindless littering.

One day I got so upset and decided to do something about it instead of letting it get the best of me and grabbed a big garbage bag from my house and started cleaning up at least in front of my building. A few minutes later I had filled the whole bag up to the point of bursting and had to put it inside another one to keep it from tearing apart.

But it was soon apparent to me after a couple more trials in vain that this would eventually turn into an endless cycle of people littering and me cleaning up after them and I saw that there had to be another way of dealing with this issue, a way to deal with the root of the problem rather than the symptoms.

20140326_172742Thing is, people didn’t need anyone to tell them not to litter. In fact, the whole neighbourhood was filled with posts every few dozen meters from the municipality warning people not to litter. (Like that ever helped). It was apparent that the problem was inside people’s minds and no matter how much I lead by example (which I still do), I can’t go around, door-to-door, asking people not to litter and raise awareness in the neighbourhood. It’s too heavy a burden on one set of shoulders, especially when I don’t plan on dedicating my time to doing that. I have other priorities in life.

It was clear that a change of mindsets was necessary, for people to go from total negligence to starting to appreciate what they have and take care of it as their own. And to do that I knew I couldn’t do it on my own. I needed supernatural help.

It is also worth mentioning that it certainly didn’t help, the fact that nowhere in the whole neighbourhood was any garbage bin to be sighted. So as a result, people got accustomed to throwing their daily garbage collections in one particular corner up the road, which in time got absolutely gruesome.

Periodically, Sukleen would grace us with a small garbage van to relieve whatever it can of that whole mess, but only to set it back to square 1 of that never ending loop.

One day when I was walking my dog I ran into the workers and asked the driver why Sukleen doesn’t put garbage bins in our area. I was surprised to find out from him that there were garbage bins in that spot before I moved to the neighbourhood but people complained to the municipality about the noise coming from the garbage truck doing its shift and asked them to remove the bins. I didn’t know which sounded more inconceivable, the fact that people valued personal comfort more than cleanliness or the fact that the municipality would grant them such a wish to begin with and pretend they did their part of the story by planting these futile warning signs along the road.

Frustration grew all the more inside me as I would drive by that garbage pile every day on my way up and down as I would leave and come back home that I decided I was going to pay the municipality a visit sometime during the week. But when I went, I couldn’t find the municipality even though I asked for directions (something that I don’t usually do, as I suppose is the case with most men). Finally I gave up and decided to pray for this instead.

This is where it becomes interesting.

Now I realise this might sound strange to some, especially those who don’t believe in the spiritual, but for about two weeks as I would drive by that pile of garbage, in holy frustration I asked God to do something about it.

And that’s what he did.

By the end of these two weeks as I was leaving home one morning, I got welcomed with the sight of two new dumpsters where the pile of garbage used to be.

You can imagine (or maybe you can’t yet) how overjoyed I was on that day to see the fruit of my ongoing prayers.

I wish garbage was the only issue that was getting me worked up in my neighbourhood, but sadly it is but one of the problems that I wanted to see solved.

The hill up to my house was notorious for its slippery road especially the first part which was steeper than the rest. I even had a near-death-experience on it last year when I crashed on my way down into a six wheeler in the opposite direction because I couldn’t make the turn on wet ground.

More so, the road all the way up was filled with potholes making it really hard for drivers to dodge them and at the same avoid hitting the cars coming in the other direction.

Now get ready to be blown away.

A few months ago I was coming back home afresh with the revelation that the neighbourhood was mine because my Father owned the whole world. I don’t know how I hadn’t thought of it before and what it would entail, but if everything belonged to God, then naturally as his son it would belong to me too. It sounds simple when I put it that way, almost too simple, but maybe it was so simple that I had missed it all along. And I guess that’s what makes revelation what it is — something that was hidden from your eyes and suddenly got revealed to you.

Once you believe something like that, it’s not too long before you will want to test it out. Imagine you got the revelation of having super powers, the least you would do is test them out to see if they work — kinda like Spiderman when he found out he had superpowers because of that radioactive spider bite.

This is where it starts becoming freaky.

Well my Father spoke things into existence. He said “let there be light” and there was light. And that’s just one of the things listed in the book of Genesis that came into existence by his word. So naturally, if he could do it and if his Son Jesus could do it throughout the gospels, then I could do it because Jesus said we would do even greater works than he did (John 14:12).

So that’s what I did. I spoke things into existence.

As I was driving up the hill having the fresh revelation that I had spiritual authority over the neighbourhood, I said, “let this part of the road be drilled with small holes to prevent cars from slipping on the way down”. Going further up to where the potholes were I said, “let all the potholes here be closed up” and I started pointing at each one with my finger.

About a week later (maybe two), the potholes were closed up. All of them. A week after that, the steep hill was drilled with holes where it was slippery. I think at this point you can start to imagine how thrilled I was to see that.

Are you ready for the grand finale?

Going back home some time after that, I drove past the two garbage bins and found them to be overflowing with garbage falling on the road. I said, “If two isn’t enough, let us add a third one”.

Take a look at this.

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Well, the skeptic among you will say it’s all a coincidence, the two garbage bins, the potholes, the drilling of small holes in the road and the third garbage bin. But couldn’t this also be said of of the miracles that Jesus performed? Couldn’t it be said that Jesus happened to calm the storm at the exact moment when it was already about to calm? And if we were to take it a step further, couldn’t it be said that the people who got healed were under some placebo effect and the people who were dead and rose again weren’t really dead?

Of course we can try to punch holes as much as we want and quite frankly I don’t mind that. Jesus was never offended by skepticism and had no problem giving proof to Thomas who wanted to touch his wounds to believe.

Believing in the supernatural isn’t key to start changing your neighbourhood. All it takes is for you to believe it’s your own, because (I would hope) you take care of the things that are your own. I just like to do things differently and believe in the supernatural as well as the natural just as Jesus used boats most of the time to travel across lakes even though he could perfectly walk on water had he felt like it.

Well, I did start this post with “call me crazy”, didn’t I?

This morning when I was walking my dog I was surprised to find a man from the neighbourhood, in a suit, picking up garbage from the road into the trunk of his car while it was warming up.

I guess the change of mindsets I was talking about earlier isn’t that far after all.

People Who Use Double Spacing Annoy Me

(This is just a writing exercise, not to be compared with what I usually I write about.)

I had never heard of double spacing before until I noticed it for the first time, it was a few months ago. Unintentional typographical errors were something I was very familiar with in the digital world, but this was no typographical error and it definitely wasn’t unintentional. The perpetrator knew exactly what they were doing. The double spaces were occurring frequently and regularly that I couldn’t dismiss them as innocent mistakes. It was organized crime.

That’s when I decided to look it up. What I found was shocking. Not only did double spacing exist, but it was also more common than I suspected.

For those of you who don’t know what double spacing is, allow me to illustrate.  This is double spacing.  Notice how I stroke the spacebar twice in-between sentences?  That, my friend is called double spacing.  See how annoying it is?  I’ve already done it five times in case you haven’t noticed and I loathe myself for partaking in this heinous crime.

According to Wikipedia (which is my trusty source of information, I don’t care what you say), until the 20th century, publishing houses and printers in many countries used additional space between sentences. Let’s pause here. Rewind please… Okay play… “Until the 20th century”… Stop! Hear that? Until the 20th century! That means double spacing is 114 years outdated!

Now while every single book I’ve read so far (which is mildly decent compared to the average millennial) uses single spacing and while I could take it with a grain of salt had I been reading something written by someone the age of my granpappy who was born in the 1920s, I simply couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea of seeing double spacing in articles written by Generation Y children. I mean, what’s up with that? Is the hipster culture also invading our literature?

Now other than the fact that double spacing is a discouraged practice by experts (refer to the screenshot below), if you happen to have a hawk-eye for detail like me, you would find double spacing to be extremely disturbing. Personally, I hate that I have to stop my reading flow because of an unusual spacing and ask myself, “Is that double spacing?” and then select the gap with my mouse to make sure it is in fact that dreaded double spacing.

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Double spacing is annoying because it’s unjustified – uncalled for. It actually hinders reading more than facilitating it as I suppose double spacers would claim to justify their actions.

Double spacing adds unnecessary spaces in your articles making them look longer, thus discouraging potential readers like myself — who before reading, scroll down to the end to know beforehand what they’re signing up for — from reading your carefully crafted gems. More importantly, double spacing perpetuates the unnecessary and not to mention easily avoidable waste of time (which we all know is money) by creating ditches along the road for people who notice them.

Finally, double spacing is selfish because it doesn’t take into consideration dyslexic readers behind the screens. According to an article I came across while researching reasons to end this abomination, double spacing is considered one of the 6 Surprising Bad Practices That Hurt Dyslexic Users because it “can create “rivers” within text that make it difficult for users to find the end of sentences. On the web, single spacing wins.”

Need I say more?

I’ve dated two double spacers in my life. It goes without saying that things didn’t work out between us.

Join me in the fight against double spacing. If you know people who use double spacing, encourage them gently to follow up with the rest of the world. If this doesn’t work, refer them to this blog post. If this still doesn’t convince them, choose to boycott their writings to take a firm stance against double spacing.

If you happen to be a double spacer, kindly knock it off. Hit that space bar once. It will take some time to adjust, but know that you’ll be helping many readers like myself enjoy a stopless reading of what you have to say.

One less space for double spacers, one comfortable cyberspace for OCD people and dyslexic readers everywhere.