I pledge my life to Christ

To my future self or anyone interested,

I do not know if God is my savior because I do not know if I want to be saved. If I am one of the 144,000:

And they sang a new song before the throne and before the four living creatures and the elders. No one could learn the song except the 144,000 who had been redeemed from the earth. These are those who did not defile themselves with women, for they remained virgins. They follow the Lamb wherever he goes. They were  purchased from among mankind and offered as firstfruits to God and the Lamb. – Revelation 14:3-4

Or far more likely I’m not that unique, and somewhere in the world is someone waiting for me.

My loyalties thus are:

  1. God, Christ Jesus and the Holy Spirit
  2. The United States of America
  3. My future family
  4. My present and extended family – my parents and sister, my aunties and uncles, their respective families
  5. Values such as free and open source software as defined in The Mozilla Manifesto
  6. rUNSWift
  7. MongoDB or my current employer
  8. Australia which has disowned me through disownment of family values such as affordable housing for its citizens, as I have blogged about on many an occasion

I thank God for this insight, and understand this priority list may change in future to serve his will. For example, I didn’t even think of friends or acquaintances or the poor homeless people sleeping on the steps of the Commonwealth Bank or in the deconstructed tent cities around Central Station, or the illegal powered shipping containers at Alexandria. Leaders might try to hide these massive societal problems, even from the media and the public, out of sight out of mind, but that does not mean they are not real problems faced by real people every day.

I further in choosing God have put the world below Him. I recognize that things I considered assets in the past may without warning become liabilities.

I will farewell and thank those assets which have become trash holding me back from serving God’s will and plan for my life.

Now I just need a church somewhere in the United States to call my home, instead of the base camp nomadic lifestyle where I go from place to place as I meet people on my journey through this dying world. It is a great day that I choose to find a living Christ. Shout out to Wesley Mission for being the church where I spent much of my childhood years.

Praise be to God.

Peter Johannes Schmidt

Friday 9 February 2018, committed on the benches outside the Sydney Opera House facing the Harbour Bridge

Thursday 8 February 2018, in much of the continental US

P.S. I now understand:

And I tell you that you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it. – Matthew 16:18

Time up for the great Australian property dream?

I use the AFR iPad app for the free stories, because I choose not to pay for such luxuries as newspapers until I can afford my own dwelling (so ironic that it is my understanding that the AFR is owned by Fairfax media who also owns the Domain group).

Today brings a good piece from Patrick Commins:

A generational jam

The idea that one generation’s property riches have come at the expense of the next generation’s ability to fulfil the traditional Aussie dream of home ownership is not likely to go away. Many of those who feel locked out of the market will be hoping for a property correction big enough to give them an entree. So far at least, the signs of an imminent bust appear remote, and property investors unwilling to sell.

Absolutely, because it’s true. I am one living it hopping from AirBnB to AirBnB because of the many failures at many levels of Australian government to provide affordable shelter, a cornerstone of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, for its citizens.

Let the property market crash and burn

I actually feel more strongly than that – let the property market crash and burn – because markets (like the property one) are merely an aggregate of the supply and demand forces prevalent within them. Good thing I’d never be open to being radicalized (I’d kill myself first) and would rather go to a place in the world that actually cares about its citizens.

In that sense, while I have a social network who in general apart from my dad would have voted for Hillary, I believe Trump (if he lets me in) would be a far greater ally to me in the land of the free, home to the brave.

Can We Talk? It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to get permission

Good general advice:

https://www.themuse.com/advice/can-we-talk-how-to-confront-someone-at-work

I am consistently surprised how awesome things tend to be for me, and as far as possible I always go straight to the source and cut to the chase in the interests of maximising everyone’s time.

In other words, I assume the wonderful quote from Grace Hopper:

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to get permission.

Technology and bangs and smoke magic – River of thoughts – Part 3

From Harry Potter by the highly acclaimed modern literary genius Joanne Kathleen Rowling:

He had never seen a wizard work like this, simply by looking and touching; but Harry had long since learned that bangs and smoke were more often the marks of ineptitude than expertise.

Harry Potter contrasts Albus Dumbledore‘s magical actions in the Horcrux Cave to bangs-and-smells magic.

Often I feel a similar way about technology, as Arthur Charles Clarke’s Third Law states:

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

There’s a feeling when one discovers something delightful for the first time, it’s hard to pin down precisely why, perhaps it’s something novel or even unique, perhaps it does something or expands the mind in a way that seemed impossible on the first inspection but inevitable upon careful examination.

It’s also often different for every person, for me it has been things like reinventing the “Hello World” program as “Hi Earth”, or double tapping a Nao’s chest to stiffen it and watch it stand under its own power. Both represent the sum of an almost unquantifiable amount of human progress over the past millenia to acquire the appropriate raw materials, manufacture them including tricking them into thinking, and then the human effort to harness those appropriately to do something meaningful, at least for oneself.

New Years Resolutions

I am living proof they can and do work. Two years ago:

Last year was a bit more personal. A private email to myself on Feb 3 reveals:

Late yes, but I have it.

It is to build the confidence to look myself in the eye in the mirror and be content about being me.

And read “Be A Winner” by Gordon Moyes, as many times as I need to in order to know myself.

And an extract from my follow up email on December 22:

I know myself now. I believe in God the Father, the Son Jesus and the Holy Spirit, also known as the trinity.

I know I need to improve my time management skills and my ability to set appropriate expectations to those managing me.

A big part of this will be becoming more self aware in determining my estimates.

I believe God has a job outside Australia in store for me some time in 2018. And from there I can finally build what I would love to build, such as a finding a church in my new place and a companion and children, but which I cannot in Sydney due to my personal failure to manage the expectations of others and fix Australia’s real estate religion problem.

Many things are possible, some things are more likely than others.

I am thankful that with the Sun and summer returning I am no longer sick as a dog. I have hope and a believe in a future again. I am single and free to move on.

Just leaving traces for the Google bot to analyze because why not.

So overall a respectable year.

Yeah me!

This coming year, 2018, I will take a different tack. I have always aspired to read the Bible, amongst other things, so my goal is to read the Bible, at a rate of one book per week and tweet the verse that stands out to me the most. I don’t think I’ll even come close to understanding all of it (people go to theological colleges to start on that kind of truly epic quest), but it’s a start on my quest to understand God’s plan for me.