J N Andrews Quotes

My friend N. D. Wilson was teaching once, and he asked the class to name some adjectives that describe Christian art. We said words like “mediocre,” “cheesy,” “shallow,” “trite,” “saccharine,” and “derivative.” He wrote them on the board, and the class nodded smugly. Then he reminded us that he didn’t specify modern American Christian art. What if we answered that question with people in mind like J. S. Bach, Tolkien, Rembrandt, Carravagio, and George Herbert? The adjectives change, don’t they? And for that matter, I would argue that even modern American art by Christians is far from cheesy and trite—if you’re looking in the right place.

AT: oKAYYYY, mY BROMO SAPIEN, AT: r U READY, AT: tO GET STRAIGHT IN, FLAT DOWN, BROAD SIDE, SCHOOL FED UP THE BONE BULGE, AT: bY A DOPE SMACKED, TRINKED OUT, SMOTHER FUDGING, AT: tROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, TG: dont care AT: oK, lET ME, AT: oRGANIZE MY NOTES HERE, AT: oKAYYY, AT: (tURN ON SOME STRICT BEATS MAYBE, iT WILL HELP TO LISTEN TO THEM WHILE i DESTROY YOU,) AT: wHEN THE POLICE MAN BUSTS ME, aND POPS THE TRUNK, AT: hE'S ALL SUPRISED TO FIND I'M TOTING SICK BILLY, AT: wHOSE, AT: gOAT IS THAT, hE ASKS, wHILE HE STOPS TO THUNK AT: aBOUT IT, aND i'S JUST SAY IT'S DAVE'S, yOU SILLY AT: gOOSE, AT: bUT THE MAN SAYS, gOOSE! wHERE, lET ME SEE YOUR HANDS, AT: aND i SAY SHIT SORRY, i DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS HONKTRABAND, AT: wOW, oK, AT: i AM GETTING OFF THE POINT, wHICH WAS, AT: aBOUT THIS HOT MESS DAVE, tHAT YOU GOT LANDED IN, AT: lIKE THE COP i MENTIONED, bUT INSTEAD OF YOUR BADGE, AT: aND YOUR GUN, IT'S YOUR ASS THAT YOU HANDED IN, AT: (aND THEN GOT HANDED BACK TO YOU,) AT: cAUSE THAT'S HOW HUMANS GET SERVED, AT: aND GUYS LIKE YOU DESERVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT iT'S, AT: a CIRCLE AND HORNS IN YOUR BUTT THAT GOT BRANDED IN, AT: (uMM, bEFORE i GAVE YOUR ASS BACK TO YOU, i DID THAT, iS WHAT i MEAN,) AT: bUT i MEAN, gETTING BACK TO THE POINT, oR MAYBE TWO ACTUALLY, AT: tHE FIRST IS YOU SUCK, aND THE SECOND IS HOW i SMACKEDYOUFULLY, AT: (oH YEAH, tHAT RHYME WAS SO ILLLLLLLLL,) AT: bUT NO, jUST JOKING, lET'S SEE, hOW CAN i PUT THIS TACTFULLULLY, AT: i MEAN THE POINTS ON THE HORNS ON MY HEAD, AT: cOMING AT YOU THROUGH TRAFFIC, AT: aIMED AT THE TARGET ON YOUR SHIRT THAT IS RED, AT: wE'RE ABOUT TO GET MAD HORNOGRAPHIC, AT: (i MEAN SORT OF LIKE A GRAPHIC CRIME SCENE, nOT LIKE,) AT: (aNYTHING SEXUAL,) AT: (eRR, wHOAAAAA,) AT: (nEVERMIND,) AT: oK, gETTING BACK TO THE ACTUAL, tACTICAL, vERNACULAR SMACKCICLE, AT: i'M FORCING YOU TO BE LICKING, (aND lIKING,) AT: gRAB MY HORNS AND START KICKING, lIKE YOU'RE RIDING A VIKING, AT: cAUSE i'M YOUR BULLY, aND YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE, AT: yOU THINK YOU'RE IN CHARGE BUT YOU'RE NOT IN CHARGE, AT: i'M IN CHARGE, cAUSE i'M CHARGING IN, AT: yOUR CHINASHOP, AT: bREAKING, uH, yOUR PLATES AND STUFF, WHICH i DON'T REALLY KNOW, AT: wHAT THE PLATES ARE SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT, bUT, AT: (fUCK,) AT: iT'S JUST THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE THE COCK OF THE WALK'S HOT SHIT AT: bUT WHEN IN FACT YOU ARE NOT, mORE LIKE YOU ARE, AT: sOMETHING THAT RHYMES WITH THE COCK OF THE WALK'S HOT SHIT, AT: bUT IS SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE COCK'S SHIT, AT: sO, gIVEN THAT, lET ME BE THE FIRST, AT: tO SAY YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE GOLD FROM PROSPIT, AT: wHEN YOU'RE REALLY COLD SHIT FLUSHED FROM DERSE,

In a landmark study into the psychology of perceived “creepiness,” psychologists McAndrew and Koehnke (2016) asked 1,341 respondents to answer questions about which personal qualities and behaviors they associated with “creepy” people, and used statistical factor analysis to develop a measurable “creepiness” factor. The creepiness factor they developed included the following traits: a person having awkward, unpredictable behavior, an unnatural-looking smile, laughter that occurred at “unnatural” times, speaking for too long about a single topic, and not knowing when to end a conversation.[30] When Autistic people attempt to socialize and bond with others in an affable, enthusiastic way, these are often the very traits we embody. Even as we try to put the neurotypical people around us at ease by smiling, keeping the conversation moving, and staying present, we might be seen as scary or unsettling. A series of experiments by social psychologists Leander, Chartrand, and Bargh (2012) found that when a person engages in social mirroring in an even slightly inappropriate way, it skeeves people out, and even makes them feel physically colder.[31] A little bit of mimicry is normal among friends. People mirror one another’s postures and mannerisms as they get comfortable and fall “ into sync. But if you mirror someone too much, or at the wrong time, these studies show you can literally give other people the chills. Autistic maskers try really hard to mirror other people, but since we can’t do it as fluently and effortlessly as neurotypicals do, we often unwittingly set off NT’s creep-dars. The solution, then, is to stop hiding and pretending to be something we’re not. Instead of straining (and failing) to imitate NT people, we can become radically visible. Sasson’s research found that when participants were told they were interacting with an Autistic person, their biases against us disappeared. Suddenly they liked their slightly awkward conversation partner, and expressed interest in getting to know them. Having an explanation for the Autistic person’s oddness helped the creeped-out feeling go away. Follow-up research by Sasson and Morrison (2019) confirmed that when neurotypical people know that they’re meeting an Autistic person, first impressions of them are far more positive, and after the interaction neurotypicals express more interest in learning about Autism.[32] 30. McAndrew, F. T., & Koehnke, S. S. (2016). On the nature of creepiness. New Ideas in Psychology, 43, 10–15. 31. Leander, N. P., Chartrand, T. L., & Bargh, J. A. (2012). You give me the chills: Embodied reactions to inappropriate amounts of behavioral mimicry. Psychological Science, 23(7), 772–779. Note: many of John Bargh’s priming studies have failed replication attempts in recent years. For a discussion of a failed attempt of a related but different series of temperature priming studies, see Lynott, D., Corker, K. S., Wortman, J., Connell, L., Donnellan, M. B., Lucas, R. E., & O’Brien, K. (2014). Replication of “Experiencing physical warmth promotes interpersonal warmth” by Williams and Bargh (2008). Social Psychology. 32. Sasson, N. J., & Morrison, K. E. (2019). First impressions of adults with autism improve with diagnostic disclosure and increased autism knowledge of peers. Autism, 23(1), 50–59.

Scheib, Walter, and Andrew Friedman. White House Chef: Eleven Years, Two Presidents, One Kitchen. Hoboken, N.J.: John Wiley and Sons, Inc., 2007.

July 28, 1849, my second child, James Edson White, was born. When he was six weeks old we went to Maine. September 14, a meeting was appointed at Paris. Those who observed the Sabbath of the Lord had not had a meeting for one year and a half. Brethren Bates, Chamberlain and Ralph were present, also brethren and sisters from Topsham. One F. T. Howland, a notable fanatic, was present. He had long troubled God’s children {261} with his errors and harsh spirit. Honest souls whom the Lord loved, but who had long been in error, were at the meeting. While engaged in prayer the Spirit of the Lord rested upon Brother S. Howland. His face was white, and a light seemed to rest upon it. He went towards F. T. Howland, and in the name of the Lord bid him leave the assembly of the saints. Said he, ‘You have torn the hearts of God’s children and made them bleed. Leave the house, or God will smite you.’ That rebellious spirit, never before known to fear or to yield, sprang for his hat and in terror left the house. The power of God descended something as it did on the day of Pentecost, and five or six who had been deceived and led into error and fanaticism, fell prostrate to the floor. Parents confessed to their children, and children to their parents, and to one another. Brother J. N. Andrews with deep feeling exclaimed, ‘I would exchange a thousand errors for one truth.’ Such a scene of confessing and pleading with God for forgiveness we have seldom witnessed. That meeting was the beginning of better days to the children of God in Paris, to them a green spot in the desert. The Lord was bringing out Brother Andrews to fit him for future usefulness, and was giving him an experience that would be of great value to him in his future labors. He was teaching him that he should not be influenced by the experience of others, but decide for himself concerning the work of God. 

Pour résumer : chaque jour, je ressemblais davantage à la vieille paysanne russe attendant le train. Peu après la révolution, ou après une guerre ou une autre, la confusion règne au point que personne n'a idée de quand va pointer la nouvelle aube, et encore moins de quand va arriver le prochain train, mais la campagnarde chenue a entendu dire que celui-ci est prévu pour tantôt. Vu la taille du pays, et le désordre de ces temps, c'est une information aussi précise que toute personne douée de raison est en droit d'exiger, et puisque la vieille n'est pas moins raisonnable que quiconque, elle rassemble ses baluchons de nourriture, ainsi que tout l’attirail nécessaire au voyage, avant de se oser à côté de la voie ferrée. Quel autre moyen d'être sûre d'attraper le train que de se trouver déjà sur place lorsqu'il se présentera ? Et le seul moyen d'être là à l'instant voulu, c'est de rester là sans arrêt. Évidemment, il se peut que ce convoi n'arrive jamais, ni un autre. Cependant, sa stratégie a pris en compte jusqu'à cette éventualité : le seul moyen de savoir s'il y aura un train ou pas, c'est d'attendre suffisamment longtemps ! Combien de temps ? Qui peut le dire ? Après tout, il se peut que le train surgisse immédiatement après qu'elle a renoncé et s'en est allée, et dans ce cas, toute cette attente, si longue eût-elle été, aurait été en vain. Mouais, pas très fiable, ce plan, ricaneront certains. Mais le fait est qu'en ce monde personne ne peut être complètement sûr de rien, n'est-ce pas ? La seule certitude, c'est que pour attendre plus longtemps qu'une vieille paysanne russe, il faut savoir patienter sans fin. Au début, elle se blottit au milieu de ses baluchons, le regard en alerte afin de ne pas manquer la première volute de fumée à l'horizon. Les jours forment des semaines, les semaines des mois, les mois des années. Maintenant, la vieille femme se sent chez elle : elle sème et récolte ses modestes moissons, accomplit les tâches de chaque saison et empêche les broussailles d'envahir la voie ferrée pour que le cheminot voie bien où il devra passer. Elle n'est pas plus heureuse qu'avant, ni plus malheureuse. Chaque journée apporte son lot de petites joies et de menus chagrins. Elle conjure les souvenirs du village qu'elle a laissé derrière elle, récite les noms de ses parents proches ou éloignés. Quand vous lui demandez si le train va enfin arriver, elle se contente de sourire, de hausser les épaules et de se remettre à arracher les mauvaises herbes entre les rails. Et aux dernières nouvelles, elle est toujours là-bas, à attendre. Comme moi, elle n'est allée nulle part, finalement ; comme elle, j'ai cessé de m'énerver pour ça. Pour sûr, tout aurait été différent si elle avait pu compter sur un horaire de chemins de fer fiable, et moi sur un procès en bonne et due forme. Le plus important, c'est que, l'un comme l'autre, nous avons arrêté de nous torturer la cervelle avec des questions qui nous dépassaient, et nous nous sommes contentés de veiller sur ces mauvaises herbes. Au lieu de rêver de justice, j'espérais simplement quelques bons moments entre amis ; au lieu de réunir des preuves et de concocter des arguments, je me contentais de me régaler des bribes de juteuses nouvelles venues du monde extérieur ; au lieu de soupirer après de vastes paysages depuis longtemps hors de portée, je m'émerveillais des moindres détails, des plus intimes changements survenus dans ma cellule. Bref, j'ai conclus que je n'avais aucun pouvoir sur ce qui se passait en dehors de ma tête. Tout le reste résidait dans le giron énigmatique des dieux présentement en charge. Et lorsque j'ai enfin appris à cesser de m'en inquiéter, l'absolution ainsi conférée est arrivée avec une étonnante abondance de réconfort et de soulagement.