Category Archives: peaceThe three people who are still reading this blog after my long hiatus, know that I have started writing again using a series of blog prompts put on by National Blog Posting Month found by clicking on that link back there. I found it through one of the writers in my feed reader. The day [...]
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as [...]
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Sometime during the last week or so, LightBoy came to me with a request for his Halloween costume this year.”I want to be a Blues Brother, Mom.”
It kinda took me by surprise. I had no idea where he came by that idea. I last saw that movie when it was in theaters and I think [...]
Way back when …
In the depths of my personal history, I lived next door to Pete Mondale and his wife. It was back in the day. Back when I had just gained my own personal freedom and earned my own apartment in Washington DC. It was a studio in a renovated brownstone [...]
I have three blood uncles. Two on my father’s side and one on my mother’s. That’s two brothers to my dad and one brother to my mom. All three served in the military. Two (my dad’s brothers) served in World War II. Interestingly, all of my uncles (by blood or marriage) served in the military. [...]
One of my favorite blogs to read and meditate on is Velveteen Rabbi by Rachel Barenblatt. Rachel is a rabbinical student who lives and blogs in western Massachusetts. This is coincidentally near where my brother lives and near where I spent a lot of time as a child, so I feel a tie [...]
I’m not certain, but I don’t think I’ve ever killed anything larger than a bug. I did, however, grow up on a farm and regularly participated in the slaughter of animals for food. Since growing up in that environment, I’ve had occasion to consider just what mental gymnastics it takes for us to kill. It is only when we lessen their value and make people into something other than fellow creations of the divine that we are able to commit mass murder. Even when that mass murder is for good reason.
We script life, worship, events, parties, etc. so that when the time comes for a blessing we don’t get the Pledge of Allegiance or something equally messy. Real people misunderstand what is expected and/or asked of them in critical moments and they make mistakes. But here’s the thing … our culture has zero tolerance for mistakes. We have a zero tolerance for reality; for the texture and nuance of human-ness. On the other hand, I do not have enough fingers to count the friends who are taking anti-depressants. Maybe I need to use my toes too.
So why should any of us care what happens in Kenya, or any of the African nations? Or the Middle East? Or Asia? Or anywhere but our little neighborhood for that matter? What does it matter to us? Why do I care? Why is it important for someone who follows Jesus to care what happens in the lives of people half-way around the world? When the truth of Love has been extinguished, fighting and war breaks out. No one can love their neighbor when hope has left the building.
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