I'm sure you've heard about the ship captain who was recently rescued when Navy Seals shot and killed the three pirates who were holding him captive. It's great that he's safe, but the whole debacle has really made me think how we value life. As Christians, and even as human beings in general, we typically want to save as many lives as possible. Unless we're talking about trading pirates for captains.

On the surface, it does seem like a fair trade: three guilty pirates for one innocent captain. But I keep coming back to the fact that the pirates are in economic situations very much unlike our own. They come from a country where resources are scarce, and where every day brings a new challenge to literal survival. This certainly doesn't excuse kidnapping, but I do find myself wondering if we westerners share some responsibility. As members of "first-world" cultures, we unwittingly (and sometimes wittingly) exploit the downtrodden for our own gain: there's a reason prices are so low at Wal-Mart.

While I don't blame good ol' Sam Walton for piracy, I do contend that our influence contributes to violence and suffering in other societies. Undoubtedly there would still be evil-doers in an equitable society, but in some ways, we helped to create those pirates whose lives we've undervalued.

And three men for one is never a victory: we should rejoice for the one but mourn for the three.

I've only got about a week and a half left in my program, and things have been pretty quiet this week. Next weekend, I'll have quite a bit of work to do as I finish up my final exams (both of which are papers), but it's nothing I'm terribly concerned about.

After I got my scholarship notice last week, I replied to the email they sent and said that, due to lack of funding, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to come (not in those exact words, of course). They wrote back and apologized for the diminutive offer, saying that it was so small because the scholarship donors are only interested in funding students from within the denomination of the seminary. That's a good idea, make sure to keep the smart kids out if they don't agree with your doctrine to a t. They also said that they were pretty sure they'd be able to increase my offer by a little, but they didn't want to commit to anything. I said I might come if they did that, but I didn't want to commit to anything either.

Meanwhile, I've been continuing to think and pray about my career, should I ever be able to find one (Maybe I'll work at Costco. I love that place.), and I've convinced Sarah to apply for any job we can find in the Deaf and Hard of Hearing area, wherever those jobs may be (so long as they aren't in California, we're pretty intent on not returning there). We hope not to move out of Michigan, but you never know where God may lead us.

And by "you never know," I mean "I never know."

I decided to stay up WAY later than normal tonight so that I could watch Michigan State play in the NCAA championship game against North Carolina. So what if it's past my bedtime. How often does my favorite team in my favorite sport get to play in the championship game a few short miles from my house? Unfortunately, there are still nine minutes to go in the first half, and State's already down by 20 points. Oops.

The seminary just emailed me their decision about scholarships for next year. Unfortunately, it turned out much like I feared and not much like I'd hoped: they offered me $2,500 for next year. I'm not at all afraid that we won't have enough money or be taken care of financially, but I'm very saddened that, once again, my hard work has been invalidated. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take before I start yelling at someone.