A lovely quote "Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise."[from the Surangama Sutra] which was at the bottom of an email from Jendi Reiter about the origins of a translation of a Rilke poem from an earlier post [I was little help to her tho....]
That the hebrew word 'nacham' usually translated 'repent' or 'change one's mind/direction' in the Hebrew Scriptures originally meant to draw one's breath, to sigh, or groan. How perfect is that.
We're taking Finn to dog school / obedience classes - where there are 2 german shepherds who never stop barking and the environment is total madness. The first week was the absolute depths of hell. Last week was utter hell. This week I'm hoping for sheer hell or perhaps just hell. We're getting there.
The National Film Board has revamped its site - and now given access to over 700 of their films - and in an hour or so of exploration here's some of the gems I found. [All these are shorts, maybe it's just my ADD but i've always really liked NFB short films]
Sorta. Not really that dramatic tho. I just discovered that when i link to the page they do not automatically play - something goes wonky. So you can use these as some interesting titles to check out - but clicking them wont make them play. Probably better to just go to the main site and hunt - but here are the titles i originally posted:
Saw Milk on the weekend, strong film and a reminder of the struggle and courage of so many, but it was my daughters' comments afterward, about how each of them had studied history in school - and though civil rights was discussed, women's suffrage was, the feminist revolution was... there was nothing about this, nothing about Milk, nothing about the march, silence...
Yet today - Martin Luther King day and the day before Obama's inauguration - is about hope, about the triumph of hope over cynicism, of courage over fear, of improbability over predicability - and what an astonishing 24 hours this will be. Thanks again, America. We'll get there on the sexual orientation issue, we all will, we're not there yet, but we've glimpsed the promised land, and even though the victories of Milk and others are under siege once again, fear will not triumph, God will, and America, you've reminded us about that.
There's some video from the UC Behold One Another conference of a few months ago - worth watching especially if you are interested in Knox and/or the call to intercultural worship/community/ministry. As for the image on the right, well, that's Sally and Afaf and beyond that it's a bit tricky to explain.... but the Polynesian music/dancers had a certain resonance with the group or at least part of the group....
The harvest is plentiful but the workers.... There's a bunch of things happening, much of it is great fun, all of it connects in some way to stuff that matters - here's a few opportunities if you're in the Winnipeg area and interested and/or feel a wee tug:
Global Music Jam - on Thursday evenings @ 6:15 @ knox
Central Market for Global Families - we're forming an Advisory Team/Board for this year's market.
Jesus FlickFest 4 - an organizing team is being put together for this year's film festival.
Global Worship planners - once a month, looking for folk interested in planning our global worship celebrations.
New Media group - openings for folk interested in exploring new visual media and how these can be used in worship.
If you'd like more info email me [email@example.com] or write a comment below.
Cure Thy children’s warring madness Bend our pride to Thy control [link]
This is a brutal environment. Day after day of minus 20 or worse. The days are short, the light milky, vulnerable almost hesitant. As if it were uncertain. There’s a kind of oppression, or certainly depression that crouches at our doors waiting for the slightest of invitations to come in.
Not helped by the news. Another Canadian soldier killed in Kandahar, the woman on CBC said, bringing our total to 107. What are we doing? Israeli shells bombing schools, UN refuge centres. Why do we do this to each other? It is a kind of insanity, a warring madness, the stupid unthinking response of people who have internalized and held too many resentments. That’s the trouble with living, with loving, these bloody resentments. We build up a repository of them, collect them like coins or stamps. We feel hurt, we resent, we retaliate, the other gets hurt, resents, retaliates, and we start again and soon its all just a mess of resentments and retaliations, and we trap ourselves.
I think Fosdick was on to something with his next line, “bend our pride to Thy control” - it’s pride that tells us we mustn’t let go of the resentments, they’re ours, we earned them, but its like mercury in the food chain, if we keep on holding on to them, they just poison us, and we end up literally or metaphorically bombing schools, killing innocence/innocents.
And maybe there’s some other way to bend our pride, but I don’t know it, it’s only when I finally, sickened by my own toxins, turn to God, and offer the bit of pride that I’ve been clutching. Offer the resentments. It’s then that I can let them go. Stupid as it sounds I’m resenting the weather these days, telling myself how hard done by I am with this bloody cold stuff. I just add them to the collection of hurts from my marriage, my work, my home, my history, my whatever.
… the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat. [link]
And if I stop and think, with even a moment of clarity, I realize that it’s all foolishness, I don’t need to do it.
The curious thing is that when I let them go, these resentments, release them into God’s hands, shortly thereafter I usually realize it wasn’t really the other that’s been giving me trouble, it’s been me all along. And I don’t have to do it to myself. I know where most of the toxins in my life came from, I put them there. And when I let them go, entrust these moments, these relationships, my life, my future to God’s oddly shaped hands, suddenly I can breathe again, walk again, enjoy again. But to get there I’ve got to deal with this pride stuff, reshape it, bend it to Divine control, release it to the Source, whatever. A fairly simple step really. But it changes everything. Could work in Gaza too.