After a decent nite rest was able to get an early walk in, around the town center. This college town is filled with many [as Ian calls them] Norman churches. The Catholic church, St. Mary's; is near the hotel. All of them are lovely reminders of our faith.
I read the ascension passages, from John and Luke. My morning prayer was filled with hurt, feeling the pain of children killed, whether in Iraq or Virginia. Help us Father please to move away from this violence, to be instead peace makers, lovers to each other. The children deserve our [adult] best, no? What are we teaching them? As someone in Bangalore asked: what must the world think of America?
The sun is rising on a beautiful day in Cambridge. Please know I love you with all my soul, heart. We travel together.
frank
Ex-Sunnyside Washington child, raised by amazing Mexican matriarch [Chula].
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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Guest post from Deborah:
The sun must be rising in Seattle, because it is lighter than it was, but the silver-blue clouds blanket the sun. I cannot see it, but know it is there.
The world thinks we are blood-lusting, bloody-mouthed, all-consuming, egocentric, selfish, wasteful, careless, thoughtless, unhealthy, wealthy, out of control, oil-obsessed, temper-tantrum-having, insane omnivores — much like the Romans gone crazy from lead consumption. As an organism, we have become deathly ill but continue to behave as we have before, defying healthful logic. If we can just give it a pill, we can keep doing what we’ve been doing. If we become immune to that pill, we can build another pill. Just don’t ever ask us to go without, to make do, to scrimp, save, economize. We fear fasting, the pure taste of water drunk without additives. We fear “less”. Do we fear abandonment? Do we fear being out of control, as in losing power? We already have. As a country, we are as insane as Cho Seung. We march into the countries that have what we want and take out their leaders without thinking that they might have as much right to exist as they do as we, or even, on a less moral ground, without strategically of the long term consequences. We buy buy buy, build, build build, coached, moralized to do so by our own gluttonous, avaricious government, without stopping to ask “why?” Why does the Emperor have no clothes? Why is he naked as a jay-bird? Why is he telling me he’s wearing the finest linen when I can see he’s naked? And why am I naked?
The morning’s rant...
From someone who “needs” a coffee... A coffee grown in some foreign country, imported here by foreign oil, ground using machinery creating greenhouse gasses, packaged in non-recyclable, non-biodegradable packaging, and stocked by minimum wage employees.
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