Random Things…

 
Lot’s of updates with pics for those reading this on http://poet.spaces.live.com . First – our Korean exchange student Mu Jin graduated from high school. He has been with us for more than two-and-a-half years now (which is hard to believe) and has been like a member of our family. He left this morning with his brother Han Jin for South Korea which was hard. Han Jin will be back for a couple of more years and hopefully Mu Jin will head to University of Toronto in the New Year and we’ll see him on holidays. Mu Jin’s friends J & J spent the evening making a farewell sign and then parked out front at about 3:30 am to say good bye to him when he left at 4. He was impressed.
 
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In other news Itsy graduated from Kindergarten this morning with full honours and all the rights and priviledges her diploma confers. Next year grade one and full days in school.

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Over the past week starting last Friday night and ending last Tuesday night (with a break on Sunday) we built a deck along the pool side of the house. By we I mostly mean my skilled friends BS, BC and SG with myself mostly acting as waiter and beverage delivery service. We are VERY pleased with the results. The upper portion extends 10 ft from the house and is 4 ft high. The lower portion extends 6.5 ft from the house and is a 1 1/2 ft high. Thanks guys!

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That’s all for now – I will leave you with a picture I took of a Luna Moth on my house. Only the second one I have ever seen in my life. Very cool.

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Sprung Athena

 
My words
are like great rough fists
that pound
on the door
 
‘wake up!’
 
no subtlety
just
simple syllables
crashing
against
this wooden life
disturbing the
sleepers
making
the quiet ones
angry
 
but…
 
they’re my words
hapless children
sprung Athena
from my skull
strong-willed
unruly
I love them all

You know…

 
My small wonder
went missing this day
and I looked and I looked and I looked
calling
but I didn’t know what to call
 
my small wonder
has departed
and I know this
when I look in the mirror
and some of me is not there
 
my small wonder
rests deep and away right now
hidden in a safe place
watched by the Weaver
kept whole
 
my small wonder
will rise with the sun
bathed in glory
and laugh and laugh and laugh
with joy and unbroken smiles
 
’til the trumpet
I will wait
I will pray
I will cry
I will sing
I will love
I will hurt
and mostly
I will hope for wonder
                            my wonder

Stephen Colbert Vs. Bishop N.T. Wright

 
You know, it’s a surreal moment when your favorite socio-political satirist and your favorite theologian come together on the same show for a conversation. That happened tonight when Stephen Colbert welcomed Bishop N.T. Wright onto his television show – The Colbert Report.
 
Colbert focused the interview on Wright’s latest book Surprised By Hope: Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church. The book is very good and Wright did a nice job trying to cram some pretty serious theology into a 3-minute interview (and the term rethinking is a tad misleading unless you understand it as meaning returning to orthodox or correct biblical thinking). Of course Colbert, as funny and ridiculous as his alter-ego is, betrayed a deeper understanding then many would expect (and critics should take notice – Colbert is a true satirist and knows what he lampoons).
 
Wright managed to keep up with the humour which was a relief to see because many guests lose focus trying to keep up with Colbert. I’m sure the experience was enjoyable for Wright as well as a tad humbling given that the other guest was Sesame Street’s Cookie Monster.
 
All in all it was refreshing to see some serious, good theology actually get some airtime in pop-culture.
 
P.S. Find the book and read it.

The Smiling Quiet

 
I was drawn
to dry-sand desert
’cause I heard they found you
in the deep ol’ crack of thunder
but I never did
 
’cause I heard they found you
in the bright sky scar of lightning
but I never did
 
’cause I heard they found you
in the deep and rumble of the quaking earth
but I never did
 
so I sat and cried and cried
and in soft and gentle breeze
a breath of life came silent sneaking
wrapped around my cheek to whisper
small song of life and love
little lilt of eternal you
speaking sabbath
 
and they heard I found you
in the smiling quiet
and I did I did

Bob Marley

 
Awhile back I watched the Wil Smith movie I Am Legend which I thought was pretty good with an unusually God-affirming tone. One of the scenes which really stuck with me was when Smith’s character was trying to explain who Bob Marley was and his significance as a singer and voice for justice. The song Smith chooses is Redemption Song which is really very powerful.
 
The lyrics are worth ruminating on:
 
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? –
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.

Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? –
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

[Guitar break]

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.
Won’t you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? –
‘Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs –
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

Hyperbole: Pt. 2

 
Well…what can I say. You knew I had to write a little more about the US Open Golf Championship 2008. I tried to avoid it. After all our world is filled with much more pressing concerns that I don’t need to waste pixels on another golf tournament…yet here we are.
 
All I can say it this tournament was the greatest golf tournament played in the last 10 years (probably more). The grit and fight and just plain amazing struggle for the win on both players parts was astounding. Many will not understand how I can get so passionate about something like golf (considering I’m not a very good player). But there are others out there who understand me perfectly.
 
There is something about golf that sets it apart from other sports. There is a unique trancendent moment when you hit that perfect drive…you know as soon as club face and ball meet that this one is going places. The thing is…you get the same feeling watching others in that moment as well.
 
I saw Tiger win the 1997 Masters when he was 20 years old…that was unbelievable…watching him win the 2008 US Open was better.
 
There you go – hyperbole in action.

Hyperbole

 
Hyperbole:  • noun deliberate exaggeration, not meant to be taken literally.
 
Tiger Woods is hyperbole personified. I mean seriously he is simply ridiculous. Watching him play through the final round of the US Open today was somewhat painful. He’s got a sore knee from recent surgery and he was up and down all day starting out in the lead than losing it and taking it back and losing it again. Finally it comes down the the final hole. Tiger is one stroke back and needs an eagle to win or a birdie to tie. He hits off the tee right into a sandtrap (goodbye eagle). From the sandtrap on the left he hits into the rough on the right about 100 yeards short of the flag…at this point the birdie looks pretty much gone.
 
Woods hits from the rough to within 12 feet of the pin. Not bad. Still. The way he’s played today I expected not too much – maybe a near miss. Woods approaches the ball. Lines up his shot. Back stroke. Forward and strike. The ball roles…right to the hole…than at the last second it looks like it will miss and it catches the lip and swings in. Playoff tomorrow.
 
This guy is stupid good…way past everyone else. There is no way to measure how incredible Tiger Woods is when you factor in the complexity of golf and the fact that there is no team there propping you up on a bad day (not to mention rain, wind, turf issues etc). Golf quite simply is the hardest sport on the planet to be consistently good at…and yet Tiger is doing it (has done it for the past decade).
 
I put my vote in right now – Tiger could retire tomorrow and he is still in my mind the greatest athlete in modern recorded history. No one comes close – not Gretzky, not Jordan, no one.
 
Crazy amazing to watch him play.
 
Hyperbole walking around in a red shirt.

Watoto at the Alliance

The Watoto Children’s Choir was at our church this evening and they were simply spectacular. A great bunch of kids and coaches who were really easy to love. Dinner was cooked for the group so we were blessed with the opportunity to join them for a meal. The kids were fascinated with Matt’s long hair. They sang their dinner prayer silently and reverently and it was all very moving. Watoto has a great vision – check it out at: www.watoto.com .

Residential School Apology

 
Well done. For those who attended my class on Evil & the Justice of God please pay close attention to the end of the text below and the creation of the Indian Residential Schools Truth & Reconciliation Commission and recall N.T. Wright’s presentation of the Truth & Reconciliation Commission in South Africa…the seeking of forgiveness and reconciliation is the way to overcome evil…
 

Text of Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s residential schools apology Wednesday:

Mr. Speaker, I stand before you today to offer an apology to former students of Indian residential schools.

The treatment of children in Indian residential schools is a sad chapter in our history.

In the 1870s, the federal government, partly in order to meet its obligation to educate aboriginal children, began to play a role in the development and administration of these schools.

Two primary objectives of the residential schools system were to remove and isolate children from the influence of their homes, families, traditions and cultures, and to assimilate them into the dominant culture.

These objectives were based on the assumption aboriginal cultures and spiritual beliefs were inferior and unequal. Indeed, some sought, as it was infamously said, `to kill the Indian in the child.’ Today, we recognize that this policy of assimilation was wrong, has caused great harm, and has no place in our country.

Most schools were operated as `joint ventures’ with Anglican, Catholic, Presbyterian or United churches.

The Government of Canada built an educational system in which very young children were often forcibly removed from their homes, often taken far from their communities.

Many were inadequately fed, clothed and housed. All were deprived of the care and nurturing of their parents, grandparents and communities.

First nations, Inuit and Metis languages and cultural practices were prohibited in these schools.

Tragically, some of these children died while attending residential schools and others never returned home.

The government now recognizes that the consequences of the Indian residential schools policy were profoundly negative and that this policy has had a lasting and damaging impact on aboriginal culture, heritage and language.

While some former students have spoken positively about their experiences at residential schools these stories are far overshadowed by tragic accounts of the emotional, physical and sexual abuse and neglect of helpless children and their separation from powerless families and communities.

The legacy of Indian residential schools has contributed to social problems that continue to exist in many communities today.

It has taken extraordinary courage for the thousands of survivors that have come forward to speak publicly about the abuse they suffered.

It is a testament to their resilience as individuals and to the strength of their cultures. Regrettably, many former students are not with us today and died never having received a full apology from the government of Canada.

The government recognizes that the absence of an apology has been an impediment to healing and reconciliation.

Therefore, on behalf of the government of Canada and all Canadians, I stand before you, in this chamber so central to our life as a country, to apologize to aboriginal peoples for Canada’s role in the Indian residential schools system.

To the approximately 80,000 living former students, and all family members and communities, the government of Canada now recognizes that it was wrong to forcibly remove children from their homes and we apologize for having done this.

We now recognize that it was wrong to separate children from rich and vibrant cultures and traditions, that it created a void in many lives and communities, and we apologize for having done this.

We now recognize that, in separating children from their families, we undermined the ability of many to adequately parent their own children and sowed the seeds for generations to follow and we apologize for having done this.

We now recognize that, far too often, these institutions gave rise to abuse or neglect and were inadequately controlled, and we apologize for failing to protect you.

Not only did you suffer these abuses as children, but as you became parents, you were powerless to protect your own children from suffering the same experience, and for this we are sorry.

The burden of this experience has been on your shoulders for far too long. The burden is properly ours as a government, and as a country.

There is no place in Canada for the attitudes that inspired the Indian residential schools system to ever again prevail.

You have been working on recovering from this experience for a long time and in a very real sense, we are now joining you on this journey.

The government of Canada sincerely apologizes and asks the forgiveness of the aboriginal peoples of this country for failing them so profoundly. We are sorry.

In moving towards healing, reconciliation and resolution of the sad legacy of Indian residential schools, implementation of the Indian residential schools settlement agreement began on September 19, 2007.

Years of work by survivors, communities, and aboriginal organizations culminated in an agreement that gives us a new beginning and an opportunity to move forward together in partnership.

A cornerstone of the settlement agreement is the Indian Residential Schools Truth and Reconciliation Commission.

This commission presents a unique opportunity to educate all Canadians on the Indian residential schools system.

It will be a positive step in forging a new relationship between aboriginal peoples and other Canadians, a relationship based on the knowledge of our shared history, a respect for each other and a desire to move forward together with a renewed understanding that strong families, strong communities and vibrant cultures and traditions will contribute to a stronger Canada for all of us.

God bless all of you and God bless our land.