Yeti Beatdown!

The Voice of Russia ran an amusing story on the source of Siberian angst this winter…fear that bears–shamed and starving after being kicked out of the woods by yetis–may infiltrate Russian villages in order to get food.  This would be a step down in the food chain for the bears, as most people are hard pressed to think of one example of palatable Russian cuisine.

Those taking umbrage with the above statement need be reminded that Vodka is not palatable on its own.

The thought of a war between bears and yetis is amusing enough, but got trumped for me by the most ridiculous statement in the article:

“Igor Burtsev has talked with local residents who claim that they have seen yetis with their own eyes. Sometimes, farmers take them for wood goblins. ‘Folk beliefs say that the wood goblin is the master of the woods. All animals, even bears, submit to him. The wood goblin has a strong hypnotic power, thus he is not afraid of any animal.’”

The thought of the yeti expert scoffing at those crazy wood goblin believers might be the most ironic thing I’ve seen this week. Yeah Igor, those farmers are so much more nuts than you…

No Matter What…

Last night Kerrie Roberts performed her first concert in my city.  I heard it was quite something.  Unfortunately, I had to be at a meeting for a charity I work with, as I’m responsible for having secured the venue for an upcoming fundraiser.   I’ve only heard one song by Ms. Roberts (linked below), but she reminds me of Nichole Nordman.  Both women aren’t just gifted vocally, but are talented songwriters whose lyrics have depth and meaning.   I have found them to be sources of encouragement in an often frustrating Christian walk.

When great suffering or tragedy greets some people, it can come to dominate their life and leave wounds that last decades.  I have seen in some of my students how a betrayal by a parent or other loved one can twist and embitter an entire life.  One can become lost in asking “Why?”.

The blessing of being a Christian is that one need not be defined by great tragedy.

Remembering God puts things in their proper perspective.  The real answer to suffering is not to be found in a human understanding, but in an awareness of the presence of God.  If there is suffering, and it is offered to and born for the love of God, that suffering can have a purpose, though it be not known until years later, or even on this side of death.

Pain is not the end of the story.  Not in a universe built by a God of love.