Monday, April 26, 2010

Olympic fever and soccer...

Sasha has completed his first full BC soccer season. It was season of a lot of learning and growing in the sport, as the team worked on passing, shooting and learning positions and distributing the ball even though it still ended-up in the game; a giant swarm of kids running after the ball, but still it taught him importance of practice, trying hard for the team and not just playing as he feels, and gave him love of goaltending. All in all it was a fun year and exciting to watch the group of kids get better through the year.

So as the rest of the world has seen we here at Vancouver have been living through the entire Olympic fever and in light of this Sasha's coaches planned for their final year end tournament to give kids an Olympic experience by having a podium and bouquets of flowers and gold medals with their names on them. It was so cool to see the kids step on a podium and receive a medal and a bouquet of flowers and you know kids have watched a lot of Olympics since Sasha upon receiving his medal took a bite of it as he saw so many athletes do in Olympics. What a fantastic finish to a great year!!!

Here are some pics of the game and medal ceremony, Sasha and his team was in grey for the game but then put on their home green for the ceremony:

Sasha with the hoodie sticking out from his grey jersey in the centre

Sasha playing goalkeeper in the second half:

Making a big save!

Medal ceremonies:

Sasha biting on the medal (like the Olympians)

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Atheist Delusions, quote by david bentley hart...

...The more vital and essential victory of Christianity lay in the strange, impractical, altogether unworldly tenderness of the moral intuitions it succeeded in sowing in human consciences. If we find ourselves occasionally shocked by how casually ancient men and women destroyed or ignored lives we would think ineffably precious, we would do well to reflect that theirs was-in purely pragmatic terms-a more "natural" disposition toward reality. It required an extraordinary moment of awakening in a few privileged souls, and then centuries of the relentless and total immersion of culture in the Christian story, to make even the best of us conscious of (or at least able to believe in) the moral claim of all other persons upon us, the splendour and irreducible dignity of the divine humanity within them, that depth within each of them that potentially touches upon the eternal. In the light of Christianity's absolute law of charity, we came to see that formerly we could not: the autistic or Down syndrome or otherwise disables child, for instance, for whom the world can remain a perpetual perplexity, which can too often cause pain but perhaps only vaguely and fleetingly charm or delight; the derelict or wretched or broken man or woman who has wasted his or her life away; the homeless, the utterly impoverished, the diseased, the mentally ill, the physically disabled; exiles, refugees, fugitives; even criminals and reprobates. To reject, turn away from, or kill any or all of them would be, in a very real sense, the most purely practical of impulses. To be able, however, to see in them not only something of worth but indeed something potentially godlike, to be cherished and adored, is the rarest and most ennoblingly unrealistic capacity ever bred within human souls. To look on the child whom our ancient ancestors would have seen as somehow unwholesome or as a worthless burden, and would have abandoned to fate, and to see in him or her instead a person worthy of all affection-resplendent with divine glory, ominous with an absolute demand upon our consciences, evoking our love and our reverence-is to be set free from mere elemental existence, and from those natural limitations that pre-Christian persons took to be the very definition of reality. And only someone profoundly ignorant of history and of native human inclinations could doubt that it is only as a consequence of the revolutionary force of Christianity within our history, within the very heart of our shared nature, that any of us can experience this freedom. We deceive ourselves also, however, if we doubt how very fragile this vision of things truly is; how elusive this truth that only charity can know, how easily forgotten this mystery that only charity can penetrate.