In regards to K.K's letter to the Editor:
You speak of the myths and man made fictions of Christmas, the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and more making reference to their idolatry. Tell me, do you use a calendar? Do you speak of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday or the Precious Sabbath 'Sun'day, the day to worship the Sun, not the 'Son'. Each of those days have been titled after "pagan" non-Christian ideas. Hope you don't call those days by name. How about the months of the year? Should we go there. No, there is not much point as it seems you have already made up your mind. So glad that your belief is somehow not a myth, that somehow all the others are just crazy ideas made up by man but not yours. I mean by the sounds of it your God sounds totally legit. No mythology involved with that myth.
Speaking of Myths. I never did believe in the Grinch who stole Christmas, but after reading your letter to the editor, I now do believe. It seems the Grinch has taken residence here with plans of stealing away Christmas spirit by means of writing cheerless letters to the editor. Fear not as I have heard that the Grinch has yet to grow a heart. Hopefully sometime soon, before the Christmas Spirit is gone.
In the spirit of Dr. Suess;
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
Sunday, December 11, 2016
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Sunday, November 6, 2016
I awake from my nights slumber. Another day begins. The sun begins its drowsy ascension in the east. It has work to do. What will this day entail? What will be it's outcome? The answers to these questions, no one can discern. For all that we have is the time that has been given to us. The here. The now.
How often do I ponder how to live out my day? Not what I will accomplish. Not where I might end up being. Rather, it is in the how that I must place my attention. How might I accomplish? How might I arrive? How might I be. I am not considering a process of steps as though life can be accomplished through the following of a play by play guide. No, I am considering the How, as important as considering the Now. How might I love or not love? How might I play or not play?. How might I work or not work? I must ask myself "What would I be?" and as Epictetus encourages, I must then do what I have to do.
I would like to be gentle this day.
Gentle: Mild in temperament or behaviour, kind or tender.
Kind, Tender, Sympathetic, considerate, understanding, compassionate, benevolent, good-natured, humane, lenient, merciful, clement, mild, placid, serene, sweet-tempered"His manner was gentle."
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Sunday, September 4, 2016
I lurk now in the shadows in attempts to avoid the noise and the questions I so dread. I dreamt of mom again the night before last making yesterday a tougher day to deal with the questions of well meaning people. Mom was with me but this time she looked confused, lost almost, she wanted to stay by my side but was being pulled away by some unseen force. While I understood that she was not supposed to be here she did not know why she could not remain. I gently told her that she had to go, but she looked lost, scared and hurt that I was telling her this.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016
What are the liberal arts? Simply put, they are the education of free individuals, and they entail the study of things eternally worthwhile. A liberal education develops the minds and tempers the hearts of students by drawing on the entire history of human thought and experience: history, literature, philosophy, religion, the classics, the arts, and the sciences. Through such an education, students rise to the challenge of living as free and moral agents, equipped for self-government as citizens of a republic. The liberal arts are our “heritage”; an inheritance forged by the thousands of lives of thinkers, authors, and leaders from the past to today.
The plan for this podcast is to offer an entire liberal arts education to anyone, anywhere, free of charge. The end result of this podcast should in some ways amount to a rigorous bachelor’s degree program from a small liberal arts college. This is an ambitious goal of which we will probably fall short! But by striving to embrace the entire sweeping epic of human thought, we hope to refine our intellects, furnish our understandings, and confer upon ourselves the abilities and wisdom necessary to lead full, humane lives.
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Saturday, April 30, 2016
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Sunday, April 24, 2016
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Saturday, April 23, 2016
Do you ever feel like you are the only sober one in the room? Would you, being sober, dare to enter a vehicle driven by a drunk and filled with passengers that are drunk. Imagine yourself sitting in the middle of the back seat surrounded by drunks while the drunk driver swerves to the left and then to the right. At this point even you as the sober one are getting ready to vomit while being filled with fear of when the likely crash will occur. You offered to drive but they refused you. You are forced in the back seat and told to quit oppressing them by your safety awareness.
Well, this is what it feels like being the odd one out, believing differently and living out ones own life. When the majority believes one thing and you hold to a minority view you become the sober one. You often feel like the sober one amongst a car full of drunk believers. The driver swerves here and there with a logic somehow deemed logical, the drivers vision so impaired by the consuming of the 'Spirit' that innocent pedestrians are being ran over by a doctrine that tells that the sober victim is to pay for the crime of the drunk driver. Meanwhile you are bombarded by the spewing of theological vomit by the drunk passengers. God this, God that and God wills it. Retch this, Gag that and Regurgitate. You begin to wonder, why are you here with the likes of these?. Can you escape? How? will you survive this journey? Well the crash comes, all goes blank for a time until you find yourself awakening knowing that somehow you have survived. You see your fellow passengers and see they too have survived but are yet still heavy into the drink of their beliefs. It is now you make your decision, you are done with this, done with the beliefs, done with the abuse, done with the death threats. You are free from their burden but now you are alone, hurting from the crash, hurting from the abuse. You are not alone. There are others who are sober, others who know your pain, others who have travelled a similar journey such as the one you are on.
There comes a point where you cease to enter that vehicle, cease to be a part of that church and cease to be part of that faith. Cease to be part of that abuse.
Jesus does not want to take your wheel nor does he want any other to take your wheel. He wants you to drive. Be who you are. Be real. And for the love of 'god' DON'T drink and drive under the influence of theology. ;)
If you must have a co-pilot, then by all means....
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Saturday, April 16, 2016
I was raised in a Christian family. I had repented of my sins, understood my need for a saviour and excepted the Lord into my heart at the age of five and then at least a dozen or more times into my late teens(As though once was not enough). However, as I became an adult I began to question the faith I had grown up with. This God became to break apart. The theologies I had once accepted and even proclaimed became no more than the attempts of humankind to make sense of the world that surrounds them. I am not saying there is no possibility of a god, but rather that even if there is a god there really is no way that one could comprehend god, at least in the way that many Christians do. What I am trying to say is better put into words by the philosopher Bertrand Russell,
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Friday, April 15, 2016
So what is the question, well here it is......
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Tuesday, April 12, 2016
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Monday, April 11, 2016
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Friday, January 1, 2016
Books our wonderful. They are the oasis along life's sometimes all to draining journey. They are the places of contemplation and inspiration. From rest to resistance, from great sorrow to great joy, books can make a difference in ones life that no other thing can. So yes, I love books. Books are my bible and the bible is my books. Sacrilege? No, book(s) is what bible literally means. But now I am diverting away from why I began this post in the first place (I have a.d.d.).
Back to the first book of 2016, Parker Palmer and "A Hidden Wholeness".
As I previously stated, I thought this book would be a great book to begin 2016 and so far it has not disappointed. The call to become the undivided self is a call I hope everyone heads. Palmer often mentions living "divided no more" where we cease to be that of what we believe others think we should be, including ourselves, and actually just be who we are. Now the tricky part, at least it was and is for me, is discovering who we are. This is no easy task, as Palmer will point out, because for so long we have been avoiding our true selves, that since the vulnerability of our childhood we have learned that vulnerability can lead to much hurt and so in order to avoid that hurt as we grew older we began to get lost in the disguise of false self. Now we must discover our true-selves, the undivided self and that is no easy task to undertake. We must journey through the past examining it and filtering out the moments of falsity from the moments of trueness. This is strenuous for if we are truly honest with ourselves we are still afraid of that vulnerability and we continue to fear hurt, even the potentiality of it. This can be a process that either begins to set you free or a process that sends you ever deeper into the lie. As Lady Galadriel says to the remaining fellowship of the ring as they take rest in the woods of Lothlorien, "...your quest stands upon the edge of a knife...." so too does ours.
What book begins your 2016?
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