Family Friendly
Jun 30th, 2007 by Sonja

I am, at long last, awash in the porch. I have my coffee beside me, the wind is rustling the trees, there is a robin’s nest in the rafters above and my beloved hummingbirds are dive bombing me to protect their feeder from my nefarious plans. LightGirl has gone to find her friends, LightBoy has gone to find his. Yesterday was a tedious drive broken by a hockey game and reunion with LightGirl at Penn State.

She was full of stories, escapades, and laments. The laments were about the food and the hard work. The stories and escapades were about the friends and the boys. She told us about the wonders of the pasta bar at the cafeteria. She had, apparently, sampled it for 2 out of 3 meals a day. This caused me to ask, “Did a vegetable pass your lips at least one time this week?” “Oh, yes, Mom.” said earnestly, “One day they had a vegetable sauce. … (long, loud guffaws from her parents) … and I ate fruit with every meal.” oh … I am now reassured.

After a long period of time during which I gritted my teeth and ignored the sounds which pass for music coming out of the speakers, I could not bear it any more. It was the post dinner hour and my last nerve had been officially reached … for quite some time. So I recieved control of the iPod. The wailing and gnashing of teeth from the back seat was hilarious. “Not U2, Mom … please no U2. Oh no … she’s going to put on celtic music, I just know it.” So I found it amusing that when Minutes to Midnight (Linkin Park’s latest album) came on, neither of them could identify it.

It has become the album of choice for our whole family to listen to. It’s somewhat amazing to me that we all like it. It’s just soft enough for me, and hard enough for the kids. It’s got enough musical interest for LightHusband. The lyrics of the songs are pretty intense. I’m gaining some respect for this band. But I think their song, What I’ve Done, is perhaps my favorite. I’ve heard that it’s their biggest hit. I wouldn’t know about that since I’ve only sort of discovered them lately. But the lyrics are intense and speak of a longing for forgiveness and redemption that seem to be universal. Then I found the video and was knocked off my feet. It is … intense, and beautiful and rich … it is a must see. So I’m posting it here. Enjoy!

Note to Pennsylvania DOT
Jun 29th, 2007 by Sonja

Your roads suck.  Closing one lane of every highway in the state is just frustrating and doesn’t fool anyone.  We all know you aren’t fixing anything other than a few construction company bank accounts.

If you really were repairing your roads every summer as you seem to be doing with the endless lane closings, your roads wouldn’t suck quite so much.  But … they do.  And it takes for-fraking-ever to get anywhere in the state of Pennsylvania during the summer months.

Your so-called road work added 3 hours to a 6 hour trip today.  I am less than thrilled.

7 Books I’m Reading
Jun 28th, 2007 by Sonja

Grace tagged those of us who read her blog (so now it’s dangerous 😉 ) to tell the world what books we’re reading … just so that she can get a sneak peek into our libraries. Well … since she kindly gave us a sneak peek into her reading list, I thought it only just that I comply.

Drumroll, please … here are seven books that I am currently wending my way through (in no particular order):

>> Cry Of The Soul (How Our Emotions Reveal Our Deepest Questions About God), by Dr. Dan Allender & Dr. Tremper Longman III – an excellent book about emotions that our culture has deemed negative but that can bring us closer to the heart of God if we will embrace them with a heart that is seeking after Him.

>> The Artists Way, by Julia Cameron – for anyone seeking to find their inner artist, or give it a nudge. A really wonderful book.

>> The Places In Between, by Rory Stewart – a great book about a historian walking across Afghanistan during the current war. But it’s also about how we humans view one another and get along.

>> Healthy Congregations (a systems approach), by Peter L. Steinke – a good solid piece on how people in churches actually work together in healthy ways, and how to build on that.

>> Desire of the Everlasting Hills (The World Before and After Jesus), by Thomas Cahill – the third in his “Hinges of History” series (the first two were How the Irish Saved Civilization and The Gifts of the Jews). I’ve read the first two and am now thoroughly hooked. Cahill has a fascinating perspective on history and is a great story teller.

>> Exiles (Living Missionally In a Post-Christian Culture), by Michael Frost – required reading for those in the emerging conversation and I’m behind.

>> On Writing Well (The Classic Guide to Writing Non-Fiction), by William K. Zinsser – LightMom gave me this book recently and I’m really enjoying it. It’s helping me to think about how I write, and why. Perhaps you, dear reader, will even see a difference here and there as a result of this book.

Bonus … arrived yesterday and I can hardly wait – Organic Community (creating a place where people naturally connect), by joseph r. myers.  I often just throw books in our familial shopping cart on amazon.com, sometimes LightHusband places an order, then I get a surprise.  Yesterday was such a day.  I think I’ll be reading this while we’re in Vermont.

As far as tagging people … if you read this and feel inspired, please let me know in the comments. I’d love to see what books you’re reading.

The River Just Keeps On Rolling
Jun 27th, 2007 by Sonja

Sunday afternoon I left LightGirl on the campus of Penn State University amidst hoards of other teens, all there for summer sports camps. There were boys there for wrestling, football, basketball, baseball, lacrosse, swimming and etc. There were girls there for ice hockey, basketball, gymnastics, figure skating, softball, swimming and etc. Hoards.

I left her with a few of her teammates. They were standing outside of their dorm caught somewhere in between deer in the headlights and small children who had spied a fresh plate of cookies. They uncertain of which world to occupy, I turned and walked to the car certain that they would choose rightly. The ensuing phone calls have done nothing to disabuse me of this notion. She is, indeed, thriving.

In the meantime, LightBoy is attending a hockey camp of his own here at our home rink and is having a ball. I have no idea whether or not he is learning anything, but he is coming home tired and smelly so he is, in the least, active all day long.

It’s been an odd week. I came home on Sunday to shocking news. A friend’s husband had committed suicide back in December and my mother sent the obituary. Her children and my children play every summer up at camp in Vermont. She and I spend a good deal of time on each other’s porches dilly-dallying and chatting about everything and nothing. We look forward to each other’s company each year. We look forward to our families’ spending time together. But now there will be a hole ripped in her family and a hole in each of our hearts where her husband’s laugh used to be.

So much to process.

“Pink cards and flowers on your window,
The sun will set for you
Your friends all plead for you to stay.

Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.
And the shadow of the day
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

Will embrace the world in gray
And the sun will set for you,

The sun will set for you.
And the sun will set for you
And the shadow of the day,

Will embrace the world in grey,

And the sun will set for you.”
Shadow of the Day (by Linkin Park)

Like … Ewweth
Jun 23rd, 2007 by Sonja

That’s the new favorite line in the LightHouse. It comes from the latest in the Shrek series. Shrek the Third. This movie lives up to the series potential. We saw it as part of the Father’s Day package given to LightHusband. I’ll spare you the details so that you’ll have something to enjoy when you see it. BUT … there is a scene in which Shrek, Donkey, and Puss In Boots visit a high school. As Shrek passed a snotty high school babe type, she looked at him, turned her nose in the air and said, “Like … ewweth.” and we all fell out of our chairs laughing. It’s stayed with us and become our familial exclamation of grossness, badness, horribleness, etc.

So it was last night when LightHusband unveiled the bad news. The horrible news. The Washington Capitals are changing their jerseys. They are reverting from the very cool black, blue and gold of now, to the oh-so-not-cool red, white, and blue of the 1970’s. This news was met with a chorus of, “Like … Ewweth!!!” around the table … again and again and again.

But see for yourself. It really is … well … horrible.

Capitals New Jerseys

Plans
Jun 22nd, 2007 by Sonja

Then there’s this.  I/We are walking with some friends who are preparing to move to another state.  There are some potential pitfalls and ups and downs involved with this move.  They hit a snag, a snafu (that’s Army for Situation Normal, All Fucked Up) as it were, this past week.  Up to now they were very happy with the house they’d found, gleeful in fact.  They felt that it was “in God’s plan,” for them.  This snag, this snafu, caused them to begin to doubt the rightness of the house for them.  Just for a moment.  They have continued ahead with the move because the house really is a good place for them.  It really is a good decision.  But the conversations and prayers have gotten me thinking.  I’ve been thinking about how we perceive and communicate God’s plan in our lives.

It’s quite common in the evangelical/institutional church to discuss “God’s plan” for one’s life as if it’s a blue print that may be discerned by a variety of means.  Some of those means are almost magical and require spiritual gifts and talents that merge with those of a nature that I liken to tarot card reading, looking into a crystal ball, or prophesying/divining (and I don’t mean in God’s name).  People wonder if they’re going to the “right” college (i.e. the one that is in “God’s” plan for their lives), or if they’re marrying the “right” person, or taking the “right” job, or purchasing the “right” house or the “right” car and so they look around for signs and symbols that they are making the “right” decision.  That is, the decision that puts them on the path that is in “God’s Plan” for their lives.

Increasingly, I am having a hard time with that line of thinking.  I used to think like that.  I used to think that there was a “right” decision to make and a “wrong” one about things like jobs and colleges and cars and such.  (I still think there might be a right and wrong mate, but that has nothing to do with God’s plan and everything to do with personalities and character and traits and things).   I’m not sure that God really cares about which college I go to.  Okay, well, I’m not going to college.  I don’t think S/He cares about which car I drive, other than the fact that cars degrade creation.  So in my decision to purchase a car, I ought to take that into account.  I need to take my income into account when I’m purchasing a home so that I can continue to be obedient to God’s call in my life after purchasing a home … but I’m pretty certain that God doesn’t particularly care which house I choose.  It’s just a house.  And any cover over our head is a blessing.

I think that something very uncomfortable has happened in Western evangelicalism.  We’ve taken a verse out of context and made it mean something completely adverse to its original purpose.  Big surprise there.  In these times of decision people often quote Jeremiah 29:11.  Some people have even co-opted it as their “life” verse.  So I went to the chapter and re-read the whole thing this morning.  Here’s the verse all by itself.  Actually, I’m just going to quote the part that people usually say all alone:  “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, … “  Then they put that with a bit about the sparrows and the lillies in the field (parables in Matthew) and come up with an idea that God has put together an individualized blue print for each of our lives.  If we could just divine that blueprint and live accordingly, we’d have a perfect happy life.

I have a lot of problems with the picture that paints of God.  What kind of God is it that has a perfect plan for Her children, but keeps it secret?  Which of us, as parents, has plans for our children, but dangles only enough details for them to get in trouble and then holds them accountable?  Even we humans are not that evil.  That paints a picture of a mean, stingy God who is waiting for His children to get into trouble.  The God I read about in scripture loves us.  Loves us enough to give us free will.  But having a closely held blueprint and a free will I think are somewhat oxymoronish.  If my path to sanctification lies through that blueprint, but I cannot know the details.  And I have a free will to do what I choose.  Then do I have a free will at all?  If my path is already chosen, do I actually have free will?  I know that some would say that free will lies in my choice to be obedient to the path, the blueprint, or not.  But I don’t quite believe that.  Here’s why.

I went to Jeremiah chapter 29 and read the whole thing.  The first verse stunned me.  Chapter 29 of Jeremiah is a letter!  It is a letter from God to the exiled Hebrews in Babylon.  The first four verses are the bona fides.  But verse five gets into the meat of what God wants the Israelites to hear from him.  So read with me now:

5 “Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. 6 Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease. 7 Also, seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the LORD for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.” 8 Yes, this is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: “Do not let the prophets and diviners among you deceive you. Do not listen to the dreams you encourage them to have. 9 They are prophesying lies to you in my name. I have not sent them,” declares the LORD.

10 This is what the LORD says: “When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place. 11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 14 I will be found by you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back from captivity. [b] I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”

15 You may say, “The LORD has raised up prophets for us in Babylon,” 16 but this is what the LORD says about the king who sits on David’s throne and all the people who remain in this city, your countrymen who did not go with you into exile- 17 yes, this is what the LORD Almighty says: “I will send the sword, famine and plague against them and I will make them like poor figs that are so bad they cannot be eaten. 18 I will pursue them with the sword, famine and plague and will make them abhorrent to all the kingdoms of the earth and an object of cursing and horror, of scorn and reproach, among all the nations where I drive them. 19 For they have not listened to my words,” declares the LORD, “words that I sent to them again and again by my servants the prophets. And you exiles have not listened either,” declares the LORD.

20 Therefore, hear the word of the LORD, all you exiles whom I have sent away from Jerusalem to Babylon. 21 This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says about Ahab son of Kolaiah and Zedekiah son of Maaseiah, who are prophesying lies to you in my name: “I will hand them over to Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, and he will put them to death before your very eyes. 22 Because of them, all the exiles from Judah who are in Babylon will use this curse: ‘The LORD treat you like Zedekiah and Ahab, whom the king of Babylon burned in the fire.’ 23 For they have done outrageous things in Israel; they have committed adultery with their neighbors’ wives and in my name have spoken lies, which I did not tell them to do. I know it and am a witness to it,” declares the LORD.

When I read this letter, I hear the words of a parent speaking peace and calm to a troubled child.  I hear myself saying to my children things such as, “Yes, you really screwed up this time.  Here are the consequences of your bad behavior.  But you’re going to live.  You’ll survive and thrive.  I still love you and want what is best for you.  When you calm down, you can join us again at the dinner table.”  Okay … I know that’s the human version and God has much more stringent standards of behavior than I do.  But I think you get the picture.  What this verse does NOT say is that God has a plan for our lives that involves which college to choose, which car, which house, which mate … that’s why S/He gave us free will and good brains.

I believe that generally S/He wishes to bless us, to bring good into our lives (whether or not we can recognize it).  Generally, we ought to (because of our love response) desire to spread that love around to others using our gifts and talents.  In that way, we are living within Her plan for our lives.  But I’m beginning to think that where and how and when we do it, is kind of up to us.  We’re grown ups, after all.  Praying about those decisions, I’m increasingly thinking, is like praying for a good parking space.  It just might be a little trivial.  What do you think?

Busy Beavers
Jun 22nd, 2007 by Sonja

We’ve been busy here at the LightHouse and my blogging time has suffered. Summer hit. With it came some new adventures that have taken me away from my blogpost. Let’s see …

Hockey … yep … there’s still hockey. I’ve taken on the role as Team Manager for LightGirl’s team in the coming season. I attended a team managers meeting for the league a few weeks ago. Wow. It’s been a couple of weeks now and I’m still processing the culture shock. The world of travel hockey is definitely a “third space” for many of these families. It also seems to be a “second language.” O my, o my. One thing I did learn from that meeting (led by the league registrar and financial officer) is that the players must fill out forms. I felt a veritable blizzard in July coming on during that meeting and the temperature of the ice rink did nothing to dissuade me. Paper … my very favorite renewable resource. I do get to organize it all into a three-ring binder and carry it neatly to games. Swell.

On the other hand, this is a role which will give me greater interaction with the girls. I’m excited about that prospect. I love this age group and working with young women of this age again will be good. LightGirl is none too pleased, she is certain that all of my faults as a mother will be on display. I reassured her that I save those mistakes for her and LightBoy. She was somewhat mollified. Hah!

Sunday we take LightGirl to Penn State for hockey camp. She’ll stay there for a week and play hockey, hockey, hockey with her friends. She’s going to die. It’s going to be like hockey boot camp. They have breakfast and room check at 7 a.m. This alone will kill her. Then she’s going to have to work like there’s no tomorrow. And then work some more. It’s going to really test how much she loves the sport. She will either thrive … or die. I’m betting on thrive … with a lot of pain for good measure. However, the anticipation is going to drive me to the hoosegow. I’ve had the opportunity to overhear several conversations between LightGirl and a couple of her teammates that are also going. The teammates have also not been to this camp before. The speculation and giggling are hilarious. They are also ruining my ability to concentrate on preparation.

LightGirl has a new “do” now. She has a bob. Think 1920’s Flapper girl and you have a good picture. It completely suits her and frames her sweet, sassy face. She’s so funny though, she keeps calling it a “bobbin.” Because her mother is a quilter, so it’s a bobbin. Like the thing you put in a sewing machine. I struggled to keep a straight face. After the hair cut, we went shopping and out to dinner. It was a fun “girls” afternoon and evening. She grilled me on whether or not I would miss her while she was gone. I had a hard time with that question. She won’t be gone long enough for me to truly begin to miss her. I am excited for her. I think she’s going to have a wonderful time; she’s going to be learning and engaging with people in a whole new way. I will miss hearing about that daily. We’ll catch up at the end of the week. But this is a new stage of her life. One where she is beginning to pull out from the dock and do things without us. I’m thrilled to be sure. There is a small part of me that is sad. But most of me is just looking ahead to all the possibilities … the horizon is broad, the choices are popping up like daisies. Adventure is calling … where will it take her?

LightBoy is going to be busy next week too. He’s going to a hockey camp of his own. Day camp here at the home rink. I’m relatively certain that staying home with mom and dad is going to include going to a movie or two and maybe a favorite dinner or dessert. Something fun here or there.

In the midst of all of this, I have been continuing to go my place of exercise regularly. I’ve not been doing laundry regularly so there is now a large pile of unfolded but clean clothes in my livingroom. The piles of unclean clothes are much smaller now. I am attempting to declutter our house a little at a time. “A little” being the key phrase in the previous sentence. So little, that in fact, it is imperceptible to the human eye. I believe that our “stuff” reproduces in the night when no one is awake. It does the hoochy-koochy with each other … the nasty as it were … and makes little stuffs to grow and live in the dark corners until they can assume proper adulthood in my closets. I think I’ve discovered what the origin and purpose of dust bunnies are. Hmmm …

So … yeah … we’ve been busy. Running around. Doing school. Chasing life. Wondering … laughing … crying … all the regular stuff.

P.S.  I just noticed that my linky-thingy in my sidebar is broken.  And I have no idea how to fix it.  No, that’s not entirely true.  I noticed it about 5 days ago.  But I’ve been involved in getting our finances installed in Quicken.  And … I have no idea how to fix said linky-thingy.  So, if anyone has any ideas, please throw them my way.  I’d love to hear them.

Five Things I Dig About Jesus
Jun 17th, 2007 by Sonja

I challenged John Smulo to a meme, and he did me one better. He started one of his own. It’s way cool. It’s the Five Things I Dig About Jesus. He tagged Grace and Grace tagged me … so. Here are my five … at the end I’ll tag five more people. You know the drill, leave your link in the comments (so we can keep track of who says what and where) and tag five more from your blog.

**I dig that he’s Jewish and Mary is the original Jewish mother. But that didn’t get Jesus down at all. He still listened to His Father.

**I dig that so many of his metaphors about his relationship with us concern a bridegroom and a bride … then his first miracle was at a wedding. Is that the coolest foreshadowing or what?

**I dig that he was unafraid of the taboos of his day and let us know that we don’t have to be afraid of the taboos of our day. He came to do away with taboos; to replace exclusion with inclusion.

**I dig that he made his ideas easy to remember … so when I get confused I just have to remember a couple of things. When I think I might be off course, I measure myself this way … am I trying to set captives free? restoring sight to the blind? am I trying to love my neighbor as myself? Those aren’t always easy questions to answer, but they are easy to remember and it’s only a few.

**My favorite thing about Jesus is that we’re all the same to him. No one is better, and no one is worse. He’s the original Democrat, the original utopian, the original socialist. I love that. We’re all equal and we can’t change it … not one bit. There’s no money, no glitz, no buying our way in. There’s no merit, nor work, nor talent. We just are … and that’s enough.

I tag …

Julie
Erin
David
Brother Maynard
Doug

How I Grew Up
Jun 16th, 2007 by Sonja

Listen carefully to the words …

This was filmed in my home town … and believe it or not … I do recognize every scene in the video, but not the main characters.  However, it wouldn’t surprise me if I discovered that I know them or someone related to them.  That’s how small the place is.

Yes, the capitol dome is plated with 14k gold.  That is true.  Yes, all the rednecks live in Barre (pronounced, barrie).  Everything else is pretty much true too.  This is just hilarious.

Wouldn’t Ya Like To Be A Leper Too? (June Synchroblog – The Untouchables)
Jun 15th, 2007 by Sonja

I don’t remember how old this ad campaign is. They all start to run together after awhile. Some of you may remember the Dr. Pepper ads … I think they ran in the late 1970’s judging from the look.

It’s very seductive. If you drink Dr. Pepper, you’ll have lots of friends; be part of the “in-crowd.” According to this ad, everyone wants “to be a Pepper.” Look at all the shiney, happy people being “Peppers.” I don’t like Dr. Pepper, but I want to be one after watching that ad. I’d even drink one now and again if I could have that life.

Ads like that are deceptive (of course). They strum the chords of our desire to belong. They dig around deep in the hurts that we all have and ask, “Do you have what you want?” Then they tell us, “You can belong. Just get this one thing and you’ll be part of the in-crowd.”

Why do we have this deep down desire to belong? And why does it keep us purchasing more and more stuff? I think there are a couple of reasons for that. First, I think that we’re all born with a desire to be in groups. We were made to bond with others in families and in communities (how we were made that way is not the focus of this post … so I’m not going there). Second, I think that at some level and at some time in our lives we have each been branded as “untouchable” by a group and been excluded from that group for reasons which were beyond our control. This caused a wound and a desire to overcome that exclusion … to become part of the in-crowd far beyond the wound that was created.

In the first century, Jesus is recorded as having healed many people. It is told that he healed several lepers, blind people, cured a woman with an unstoppable menses, cripples, etc. At the time these people were considered (especially the lepers) as untouchables. In the first century, people with physical and mental problems of this nature were believed to have brought it upon themselves by some sin or have had it brought upon them by sin in their family’s past. In other words, it was the choices made by them or their families that caused the problems they were now facing. It was, to be succinct, their own fault they were lepers, or blind, or deaf, or bleeding, or … etc.

Those of us who read the New Testament shrink from that understanding in dismay. We are much more enlightened now. And we know some of what Jesus knew. That those people were suffering from physical maladies over which they had no control at all.

Ah, yes. We are much more enlightened now. We no longer have leper communities. We no longer have beggars in our streets. We no longer treat our mentally ill as if they were possessed of demons and keep them locked away. Or … do we?

Every human group has a defined set of acceptable and unacceptable behaviors. Some are universal. Thou shalt not kill other humans seems to be universal (for good reason). Doing bodily harm to other humans also seems to be universal. After that it gets kind of dicey. In the institutional, fundamentalist Protestant church sexual deviance (that is anything that deviates from one man-one woman-missionary position) is considered unacceptable behavior … for life. There is no repenting or forgiveness once one has crossed that line. How about if one considers being a Democrat? The emerging church/conversation has its own set of unacceptable behaviors as well. What if one chooses to live a solitary life? Or continues to shop at Wal-Mart? Flagrantly? The secular community has unacceptable behaviors too … alcoholism, sexual offenses, being overweight.

My point is, we continue to shun people for things that they may have little or no control over. Weight, substance abuse, and sexual orientation are all issues which have deep, deep roots in people’s psyche’s. I am daily more convinced that sexual orientation something that a person is born with and is immutable. Weight and substance abuse issues have life long causes, consequences and cures. We cannot decide for others what they have a “choice” in. Because we do not live in their heads. We only live in our own heads. Here in our own heads we are all broken, each and every one of us. If every group has its own untouchables, its own lepers, then we all must be lepers of one sort of another.

Every time we create an “us” and a “they”, we have created modern day lepers, untouchables. We have created a set of people with whom we will not associate. If we are to begin to learn how to love as Jesus loved (that would be to love our neighbors as ourselves) we must begin to see others not as we want them to be (perfect), but as they are … fellow creations of God. We must begin to see them as “us.” Fellow lepers in the colony of earth. Wouldn’t ya like to be a leper too?

Here are the rest of my fellow syncrobloggers thoughts … and they are probably more well thought out than mine!

Mike Bursell muses about Untouchables

David Fisher on Touching the Pharisees – My Untouchable People Group

Michael Bennet writes Nothing more than the crust life

Jeremiah at Models of church leadership and decision-making as they apply to outreach

John Smulo talks about Christian Untouchables

Sally Coleman shares on The Untouchables

Sam Norton talks about Untouchables

Steve Hayes on Dalits and Hindutva

Josh Rivera does his stuff with the Untouchables

Fernando A. Gros speaks up on Untouchability And Glocalisation

Phil Wyman throws out the Loose Lips – A “SinkroBlog”

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