Monday, August 31, 2015

Wendell Berry quotes

We are now living in a sexual atmosphere so polluted and embittered that women must look on virtually any man as an assailant, and a man must look on virtually any women as a potential accuser.  The idea that this situation can be corrected by the courts and the police only compounds the disorder and the danger.  And in the midst of this acid rainfall of predation and recrimination, we presume to teach our young people that sex can be made ‘safe’ - by the use, inevitably, of purchased drugs and devices.  What a lie!  Sex was never safe and it is less safe now than it has ever been…

What we are actually teaching the young is an illusion of thoughtless freedom and purchasable safety, which encourages them to tamper prematurely, disrespectfully , and dangerously with a great power.  Just as the public economy encourages people to spend money and waste the world, so the public sexual code encourages people to be spendthrifts and squanderers of sex…

In sex, as in other things, we have liberated fantasy but killed imagination, and so we have sealed ourselves in selfishness and loneliness.  Fantasy is of the solitary self, and it cannot lead us away from ourselves.  It is by imagination that we cross over the differences between ourselves and other beings and thus learn compassion, forbearance, mercy, forgiveness, sympathy and love - the virtues without which neither we nor the world can live…

- Wendell Berry,  Sex, Economy, Freedom & Community: Eight Essays

Thursday, August 06, 2015

History Repeats...

History repeats, it's cyclical they say. It repeats with the good and the ugly, the storms rise, calm and repeat.  Awful things like abuse, murder and wars continue despite our historical consciousness of how terrible they were and are, they become again and continue. We do them for many reasons, sometimes out of necessity some times for the greater good, there is always a reason to continue them.  In the olden times child sacrifice for example was something horrifically done to appease the gods, so that one would have a good life.  

This unimaginable, misguided, broken system was interrupted when God tells Abraham that He is NOT to kill Isaac his son.  The fact that He is asked to do it in the first place is NOT the issue or the point of the story, in fact it may have been somewhat ordinary to the culture of that time, gods were demanding child sacrifice all the time, then!  The significance is that God interrupts and triumphantly puts an end to it, and provides a lamb.  In this, foreshadowing the ultimate sacrifice by God-Himself, for us, to come.  The answer; was, is, and will be Jesus...

 Today we live in a new age of child sacrifice, we may not be doing it to appease the pagan god(s), but, but we are sacrificing children to the gods of selfishness.  We easily explain away life, personhood, humanity to satisfy the selfish and ignorant desires. We don't want anything... even life to disrupt, or get in the way of us enjoying our good life.  We don't want anything in the way of finding ourselves, or maybe we are waiting for a time to be more mature, seduced by a lie that - youth is all that matters.  So we don't want a child to get in the way of, our life,  so we sacrifice children (read abort) them for the good life.  

I know its not always this simple, I realize there are plenty of stories of rape and abuse and constant horrors that are forced on someone, and non of them are ok, and non of them should be explained away.  They are unjust, wrong, horrible, sad and broken.  But perpetuating one horror because of another is repeating history. The answer today; was, is and will be Jesus...  The one who was abused, scorned and broken, the one who weeps with us, but offers His life for us... so that we could have life, to the fullest... a life from death.

There Is No Pro-Life Case For Planned Parenthood, Read: 

Sunday, June 21, 2015


“Christianity has from its beginning portrayed itself as a gospel of peace, a way of reconciliation (with God, with other creatures), and a new model of human community, offering the 'peace which passes understanding' to a world enmeshed in sin and violence. ” David Bentley Hart

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Suffering, David Bentley Hart, Quote

"As for comfort, when we seek it, I can imagine none greater than the happy knowledge that when I see the death of a child I do not see the face of God, but the face of His enemy. It is not a faith that would necessarily satisfy Ivan Karamazov, but neither is it one that his arguments can defeat: for it has set us free from optimism, and taught us hope instead. We can rejoice that we are saved not through the immanent mechanisms of history and nature, but by grace; that God will not unite all of history’s many strands in one great synthesis, but will judge much of history false and damnable; that He will not simply reveal the sublime logic of fallen nature, but will strike off the fetters in which creation languishes; and that, rather than showing us how the tears of a small girl suffering in the dark were necessary for the building of the Kingdom, He will instead raise her up and wipe away all tears from her eyes”and there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying, nor any more pain, for the former things will have passed away, and He that sits upon the throne will say, “Behold, I make all things new.” 


-David B. Hart’s most recent book is Atheist Delusions: The Christian Revolution and Its Fashionable Enemies.

Wednesday, January 07, 2015


“If I were asked today to formulate as concisely as possible what was the main cause of the ruinous revolution that swallowed up some 60 million of our people, I could not put it more accurately than to repeat: 'Men had forgotten God; that is why all this has happened.' ” 

- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Sharing a friend's blog post...

Sharing a post from a friend, pastor Ryan Dueck whose writing everyone should read and can find HERE.  Here is his latest post:

I Don’t Understand

I didn’t really understand what you were talking about the other night.
The comment was simple, innocent, straightforwardly honest. It was an utterly unremarkable event in the life the church. Indeed, it was a gracious invitation for further clarification and conversation. And the comment wasn’t even in response to a sermon or lecture that I had poured hours of time and energy and emotional investment into, but a rather light-hearted devotional at a social function. But for some reason, this simple statement came crashing over me like a tidal wave. 
You didn’t understand me?! How could such a thing be?! Especially when I am in the habit of communicating with luminous clarity and transparency? And humility. Without exception. Especially when it is self-evidently true that every topic that I choose to speak or write about ought to matter to each person present to the same degree and in the same way that it does to me?!
This was my (mercifully internal) reaction to being misunderstood in a relatively trivial matter. What must it be like, I later wondered, to be misunderstood in deeper, more persistent and painful ways?
What must it be like to be an indigenous person who frequently finds themselves on the receiving end of insulting, racist language and attitudes that demonstrate little to no understanding of or interest in the social realities that have done such incalculable damage to their people?
What must it be like to be the kid who acts out impulsively and violently in school settings because he has only ever known dysfunction and abuse at a string of foster homes? Because from his earliest memory he has always found himself on the outside looking in?
 What must it be like to be a sexual minority who is frequently looked at with a combination of suspicion or condemnation by those who have always and only been “normal,” who have no categories for such threatening difference, who prefer debating “issues” to interacting with real human beings?
What must it be like to the person who struggles with addictions—alcohol, drugs, food, sex, entertainment, media, whatever—who daily fights against the self-loathing that isolates, shames, and relentlessly chips away at the possibility of a hopeful future?
What must it be like to be the inmate at the correctional centre who has grown accustomed to having their identity and worth being consistently pinned to their worst decision(s)?
What must it be like to be senior citizen, buried away in an institution, often treated less like a human being than as a problem to manage, struggling daily for dignity, fighting daily with the question of whether or not their life has value, living long days of loneliness and sadness while the losses accumulate, watching friends die regularly?
What must it be like to be the person whose political/religious/ideological views we like to ridicule and heap scorn upon? What factors might have contributed to the tenacious manner in which they cling to ways of looking at the world that seem obviously misguided to us?
The only way we will ever know the answers to any of these (and other) questions is if we ask.  And, more importantly, if we listen.
I am convinced that one of the greatest gifts that we can give other human beings is that of trying to truly understand their experience.
Not to hear their story in order to bolster already-embraced opinions or to legitimate tired assumptions.
Not to listen while already formulating a response.
Not to filter their words and actions through established categories, existing ways of compartmentalizing human beings so as not to have to deal with real stories, real hopes, real fears, real struggles.
Not any of these and the countless other ways that we listen and engage with other people without really listening or engaging.
What would it look like to truly put ourselves in the place of another? To discipline ourselves to make our default question, What does the world look and feel like from your vantage point?
This is hard and holy work.
In Matthew 5:41, Jesus says these famous words:
If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles.
The immediate context of these words is a difficult teaching about how followers of Jesus are to treat our enemies. But I wonder if we could apply them more broadly. I wonder if we could interpret Jesus’ words here as a simple exhortation to go above and beyond what is obligatory and expected in all our relationships with others, to walk further along the road than is strictly necessary in our attempts to understand the experience of another.
Or, to put it more simply yet, to truly love our neighbour as ourselves.