Hebrews 12:1, NIV

Hebrews 12:1
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,

Pod Cast: Peace and Justice – A Celebration of Ursula Franklin

Peace and Justice – A Celebration of Ursula Franklin
Ideas from CBC Radio (Highlights)
Duration: 54:37
Published: Mon, 25 Jul 2016 04:00:00 GMT
URL: http://podcast.cbc.ca/mp3/podcasts/ideas_20160725_55125.mp3

To commemorate the recent death, and to celebrate the remarkable life of Ursula Franklin, we turn to the IDEAS archives, and sample over forty years of appearances by the public intellectual who deliv…

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My Response: One thing I most comment on with regards to technology, and lack of reciprocity among humans. My response is long before television, movies, and the internet people read books and went to plays. Those required some technology in order to reach the masses. Books and plays had violent scenes in them that no one could intervene. Yet she didn’t talk about them. Why? Is there a difference between books and plays, and movies and television? 

Furthermore, what about during times of conflict like in Syria, during the French Revolution where crowds came to watch the guillotine executions, and in the world wars. Those events are people face violence blatantly, and without a media to filter it.  And this violence people cannot or will not intervene in. How does that change the reciprocity between people? What is the difference between violence seen on television, and violence seen with one’s two eyes?

Riding the Rails: Celebrating Trains and Subway Commuter Life

I love trains, and this was an enjoyable read. I know in Toronto, and the GTA, the GO Train is what makes the rules around there really. Favourite part of any trip down there is getting to take the GO :).

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My other half Rebekah and I recently returned from Japan, and we’re in that rapture phase where you wish the things you loved overseas were also available in America. I already miss the 24-hour action of Japanese cities, their automated restaurants, the street-side vending machines — and public transportation.

In Japan, trains run on time. When the Shinkansen says it departs at 2:43, it departs at 2:43. It travels at 200 miles an hour, so good luck catching it. If a train is late, it’s likely because the world has ended. If the world hasn’t ended and it’s still late, the train company will print a note for passengers to give their employers, confirming the train was in fact behind schedule, because no one’s going to believe that’s why you were late for work.

In America, schedules are less reliable. “Waiting […] can be a delicate business,” writes Bill Hayes in…

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A Response to Dr. Russell Moore in the Aftermath of the Orlando Massacre – Danny Cortez

No Dr. Russell Moore. Straight White Male Theologians don’t get to call the shots here.  You don’t get to dictate the rules of how people mourn. You don’t get to tell people they can’t lament in voicing their complaint against the conservative evangelical community that has dominated the oppression of LGBTQ people in our country. You can’t hide behind your religious posturing to deflect criticism from yourself and others.
I need to lament and this takes the form of complaining to God and neighbor. When injustice happens, people get pissed. That is part of our biblical heritage that the evangelical community has lost. And when you don’t allow lament and mourning to go hand in hand, the anger against injustice is lessened and people that perpetuate the violence can easily hide. Homophobia perpetuated the Orlando massacre. When people tell people that they are disgusting, they become part of the system that is the problem. That is how we got here. To not call attention to that is to mourn without repentance. What’s the sense of weeping together when there is no repentance? The bullets that flew were preceded by the bullets of words.

And your words are another example of how the conservative evangelical empire continues to try to silence the voices of those in the margins under the guise of religious spirituality. Lament doesn’t look nice. It doesn’t seek to protect the feelings of people. It cries out against violence and yearns for justice. Lament must be unleashed, unedited, unrestrained.

If you want to call people to mourning, the kind that God listens to, call them to acknowledge their sin. Call them towards repentance. This is the kind of mourning we need. Because if loving God and neighbor is the greatest commandment, then to not love is the most immoral thing we have done. We have sinned against our LGBTQ neighbors.
—From A Southern Baptist Pastor in Exile

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Evangelicalism’s Failure To Apply Scripture – Danny Cortez

Fifty years ago, the greatest minds of evangelical Christianity failed to apply the Scriptures accurately in the great test of the Civil Rights movement. The non-black religious leaders who marched in the movement were largely from Eastern Orthodox, Catholic and mainline faiths. Many leaders in the evangelical church were invisible, silent and distant. And many more were part of the oppression of black lives. Even though the evangelical church has now adopted the Civil Rights reforms,the core of its theology that allowed this failure has not changed. Will we fail again in our generation?

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Danny Cortez: Why I Changed My Mind on Homosexuality?

Pastor Dany Cortez talks about his journey from being non-affirming to affirming of LGBTQIAA people.

Note from the video:

Sermon by Pastor Danny Cortez at New Heart Community Church, La Mirada, CA. This message was given on February 9, 2014. My response to the Southern Baptist

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Part 2: Lovely Boy

Where did I get this photograph?

I narrow my eyes at it, flipping the datapad around. The picture changes so it is landscape, and I can get a better look. It’s an ancient picture, practically: I’m about eleven and with the family on Korriban. I see my mother, my aunt, my grandmother, and Pergaleas. I see a couple of other cousins. No Caedusios, or mom and dad. Must have been a Doeseke family reunion, as I don’t see my father in the picture either.

I check the date. Oh yes, Pergaleas ninth birthday. I remember that birthday. It was one of the few birthdays where mother pretended to love me. Well, I suppose not ‘pretend’. She loved it when I got passing marks during my dueling classes.

“Crimsên,” grandmother said when we arrived, “you’ve grown a few inches!”

She gave me a hug and a kiss. She swept me away from mother to where Pergaleas was in the kitchen. We were going to help cook! Of course, mother was not far behind. “Motina, I need to show Crimsên to my brother. Show him how powerful your grandson is.”

“Yunoks Virejas is not going anywhere,” I remember her answering. Yunoks Virejas means “little chef” in basic, and was my grandmother’s favourite nickname for me. She taught me and Pergaleas everything we needed to know about Irtijemi’s cooking. That day she got me away from mother and in front of the stoves.

Of course, this did not stop mother from bringing people over to me. Uncle Pavydus, for example, came over just as I put Nerfherder Pie in the oven (yes, irtijemi like making Nerfherder’s Pie!). I bowed before him as mother comments, “Look at my lovely son. Look at how tall, and strong, he’s grown.”

“I can see that Gtukvi, and he is strong in the Force. You could not hide him in the Dark Temple.”
I smile shyly and nod.  “Thank you, Uncle…” Continue reading

Punishment: Racing Thoughts

One of the realities of having a mental disorder is the mind goes places the individual does not want it to go. One of the places it can go is to suicidal thoughts, as I discussed in one of my previous posts, and other times it just simply replays negative thoughts and feelings over and over. Some describe it as the mind turning against itself, others describe it as a downward spiral, I describe it has a hurricane. Often these thoughts are what compel the depressed individual to never leave their bed for the day. It can be quite crushing.

This happened to me last night, or rather in the early morning. About two years ago this happened all the time: I got a hurricane of negative, hopeless, and self-defeating thoughts whipping through my mind at 200km/h. Those days I mostly stayed in bed and tried to forget reality. Who would want to face a day after their mind paints it as hopeless? No point, and with that no point I had no desire to get out of bed.

When I bring up the thoughts to people, many of them ask, “What happened?” The only answer I can give is that I started to wake up. Nothing happened the day before, no nightmares happened during the night, and I can’t think of what could have happened during the week to trigger such thoughts. Sometimes they simply come and sweep me away. Continue reading