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Today I Remember

Today I remember all those who have met senseless and violent ends at the hands of those who signed up for honour and esteem in the eyes of their countrymen.

Today I remember all those who have been murdered for the crime of being born on the wrong side of arbitrarily drawn lines on maps.

Today I remember that “serving your country” is a necessary euphemism, since the more accurate “joining an organization that intimidates and kills people from other countries” doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Today I remember that we still cling to the idea that it is honourable rather than barbarous to enlist in an organization whose purpose is to extort and possibly murder those who are weaker than you.

Today I remember that many men and women in the armed services must cling to the idea that their brand of inhumanity is officially sanctioned and honoured in order to sleep at night. I feel pity for their plight.

Today I remember that the future peace of God has broken into the present in Christ, meaning that we can hope for a future where the armies of the earth shall be no more. There will be no more war, nor instruments of war. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things will pass away.

That Was Not OK

thatwasnotok-iconHave you ever found yourself in a social setting where someone’s inadequate social skills cause consternation to everyone around them? Of course you have. Have you ever wished there was a way to discreetly tell them that their behaviour is not OK?

Now you can. That Was Not OK is here to help. Print the cards, and keep them in your wallet for just just such situations.

An Apocalyptic Fucking Bridge

Various permutations of the word “fuck”—clusterfuck, fucktarded, unfuckingbelievable, ad infinitum—are completely insufficient to describe the apoplexy that overtook me when I first saw Let’s Build a Fucking Bridge.

Because the biggest threat to the church is waiting in your fucking car for too long.

Edit: Thom Turner writes the kind of stuff I would have if I’d been able to manage more than cussing over at Everyday Liturgy.

Climate Change: Blog Action Day

blue-marbleToday is the 3rd annual Blog Action Day, with a focus on the need to take action on Climate Change. Last year’s topic was poverty, which I participated in. A day such as this fills me with an odd combination of excitement and ambivalence. I love the idea of engaging millions on a vital subject for a day, but I feel like a day such as this can lead us to mistake a flash flurry of activity for something that will effect change.

For starters, talking about “climate change” is bizarre. Exactly how and when did we settle on this consensus to rename “Global Warming” to “Climate Change?” This name shift reveals a fundamental disinterest in the facts and much greater interest in political lines in the sand. Because let’s be honest - a movement with so little conviction in its core tenet is a little unsettling.

Also, the climate debate really needs to move away from whether or not the climate is changing (and in which direction) to whether or not we are living sustainably on this planet we call home. Hint: we aren’t. We are consuming resources faster than they can be replenished, and we have built a way of life that is insanely and fundamentally dependent on a single non-renewable resources. In engineering terms, our system is designed on a single point of failure that is guaranteed to fail. (I’m talking about petroleum here if you haven’t caught on.)

This is where the discussion would likely turn to “alternative energy,” which will be necessary as our oil supplies start giving out on us. But before we go any further down that path, let’s clear up two things:

  1. No combination of alternative energies is going to allow us to run what we’re running the way we’re running it.
  2. Ethanol is a pipe dream. There isn’t enough arable soil on the planet to feed our gas tanks, never mind leaving some for, you know, feeding people. The sooner we stop talking about running our cars on ethanol or biodiesel, the better.

It’s not about what’s happening to the climate. It’s about whether the way we’re living on the planet is such that humanity might have a future. Climate change is merely a part of this much larger issue. As a Christian, my tradition has language such as stewardship to indicate that the earth isn’t our possession, but rather a gift from God that has been entrusted to our care. Christianity also has language such as sin to describe the shameful way we are handling this trust, and repentance to describe what we must do in the face of all this: change our ways.

We must turn from the way that leads to death from the way that leads to life, not only for ourselves, but for those who are the weakest of all—those not yet born.If you are reading this and aren’t a Christian, please find language and resources in whatever form of life you’re in to name the problem of how we’re living in suicidal denial here. It isn’t a moment too soon to start.

And I’ll give all of us one simple task we can do towards this end: if you live in a city, live in a neighbourhood where you can get to your place of work and get the daily necessities of life without a car. Walking would be preferable, but transit is good too. If this is simply impossible in your context, find out why and change it. Learn about how we build our cities (and how that needs to change) from Andres Duany. Take some tips from Jim Kunstler on Some Ways to Plan for the Future.

Wherever you are, live more locally, use your car less, and slow down. Let’s not live on the planet like tenants who are trying to get kicked out. Let’s live like we mean to stick around for a while.

The Lure of Imagination

If you spend a lot of time around the “I used to be evangelical but I’m much better now” church these days, you’ll hear a lot about the need to shape our imagination via liturgy and creativity. The essential point is that we need to allow the story of God expressed in Christ and testified to in the Scriptures to transform what we imagine to be possible in the world we live in.

I’m all for this—on a generic level. Our imaginations are largely held captive by the consumeristic complex in which we try to buy products that will hopefully associate us with the categories of hip, cool, desirable and to-be-envied. The type of imagination that the Gospel should engender within us is that another world is possible, and we should be trying much harder to cultivate that imagination.

As with all aspects of humanity, imagination is not without its pitfalls and temptations. I invite you to imagine with me for a moment your stereotype of a typical sci-fi geek, perhaps of the Trekkie variety. These are people who are so obviously living in a bizarre fantasy that they desperately want to be real. They may have themselves fooled, but not the rest of us.

These grossly stereotyped fantasy nerds do have one thing essentially right: they are clearly not placing their hope and trust within the ways of this world as it currently is. This is the hallmark of an apocalyptic imagination: that some day this world will be set to rights and another world of peace and justice will take its place. We Christians call this hope a new heaven and a new earth.

This apocalyptic imagination can, however, be lured into living within the mere imagination of another world rather than doing the hard work of beginning to live now as if the world to come is in some way really here. This is what Christian theology means when it tells us about the kingdom of God being both near and yet delayed. It requires both tremendous imagination and tenacity to live in the tension of the world to come being partly here but not fully realized.

It is too often the case, however, to choose one of two things that should be held together. I can easily think of those who work hard with no imagination, and those with well-developed imaginations who wouldn’t imagine doing anything practical to change the world around them. Although we live in a world filled with non-imaginative workers, I still hold that imagination without work devolves into a sad impotence.

We cannot be satisfied with either hard-headed pragmatists or esoteric fantasies. God, help us. What we need, in short, is a plethora of poet-activists. We need dreamers who are doers, and doers who are dreamers. I’m probably betraying my own captive imagination by leaving out vast swaths of important folk. We need people fully alive in their activities and imaginations. What we need is God.

God. Oh God, help us, your fragile servants.

Crickets & Tumbleweed

Things have been quiet (too quiet) around here lately, I’ll admit. The combination of increasing busyness at Soma Design and the late-but-welcome arrival of summer have conspired to get me away from the computer during my “free time,” therefore the blogging silence.

So, here’s hoping that I get my groove back and that this blog doesn’t join the ranks of dead blogs littering the ditches of the information superhighway. I never have a shortage of things to say in my mind, so I simply need to recall how to put finger to keyboard. (Doesn’t that sound so much less romantic than putting pen to paper?) Perhaps a redesign will help me to get some inspiration back. Perhaps.



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