Two pics that got me thinking about white culpability

This, from The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King, page 129.  HT to Chris Barna for the sharing this on Facebook.

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And this, whom the good folks over at By Their Strange Fruit posted on their Facebook stream.  The pictures were originally posted here.

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These two are connected.  I am not completely sure I understand the depths by which these two pictures are connected, or the dynamic shalom activist faithfulness it is compelling me to, but I am working on it.  How would you articulate the depth?

Update: Gettin’ back at it

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Things have forever changed since my father passed away in October.  It was unexpected, remains an anchor upon my soul, and has made it increasingly difficult to just simply sit down and write.

I have many side projects on the go, some near completion, some just beginning all of which are awesome and exciting and new.  But there is a need to get back to the basics.  That is, to sit and simply write is again a seemingly perpetual impulse.  My mind is wandering as if it is longing to express itself in words.  Time for me to get back at it.

How do you express yourself?  What is the creative impulse of your soul?

p.s. I will be exploring different blog themes within the next couple of days.

Of Growing Families, Summer, and Blogging Breaks

Katrina Belly

I check my phone.

Nope, nothing.  No water breakage yet.

5 minutes later.  I check again.  Nothing!  So I start some work on a Mennonite Church British Columbia Equipper event that I was putting together.  3 minutes later I am checking my phone again!

This other time I was working on a meditation for our baptism Sunday and found myself thinking about what my new baby boy will look like.  As my wife puts it “we make beautiful children that don’t look like us.”  Will he rock the blonde hair like his brother Asher?  Should we name him Manny after the cartoon handy man as Asher strongly suggests?

Our house is saturated with anticipation!  We are ready.  We are scared.  We hope beyond all hope that everything will go smoothly and we will welcome this boy into the world healthy and happy.

I am also becoming aware of my life rhythms and have come to a recognition that I am needing to step away from some things.  For the last few months I have had many ideas and half posts that I have just not been able to give the time it rightly deserves.

Although there may be one or two exceptions (book reviews) I am feeling that a slight break from anabaptistly is in order for the next 2 months.  I am hoping to explore what a healthy writing rhythm looks like with the new baby, and with new and exciting projects at church.  I am happy to keep up my writing over at practicing families, and will dabble in other little and personal writing projects that may or may not see the light of day.  Writing will always be significantly formative for me and a staple life-giving practice… I love it!

This will be a time of refreshment, getting to know my new son, trying my thumb at gardening, commuting to work, hanging out in my front yard with my neighbours, heading back to my beloved Winnipeg and reading classic sci-fi novels on my kindle (Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy and 2 or 3 Ender Novels written by Orson Scott Card).

Much love & see you back here in mid August!!

What are signs for you that new life rhythms may be needed?  How do you go about implementing those changes?

Stillness and Silence

t.s. eliot

The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.

T.S. Eliot, “Choruses from The Rock.”  Read the full poem here.

Every once and a while amidst the theological conversation and reflection, the social media, the technology, the consistent barrage of consumerism that assaults our minds, there comes a time when the soul needs a deep detox.  Not a simple get away.  But rather a re-understanding, it seems, of the depth of faith that screams at us, ‘we have all we could ever ask for and more, in our loving God.”

Where do you find a renewed faith in God?  When you are not paying attention, what do you put your faith into?

Top Posts of 2012

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When I started the “40 days of Writing” Lent experiment I had no idea how valuable I would find the discipline of writing to be.  It is a spiritual discipline.  This realization has been significantly formative.  Beyond putting thoughts to words, I have enjoyed the conversations and have been humbled that you take a few minutes out of your day to stop by this space.  I wrote 138 posts in 2012, below are the 5 posts that received the most traffic.

1.  Eighteen: “Community” Do you Belong?

This was a google search king.  Belonging and Anabaptist were the two terms that drove the most traffic to anabaptistly.  The craziest search phrase was ‘Anabaptists and illegal drugs.’

2.  Reflections on “40 Days of Writing”

It was quite interesting to see how the “40 Days of Writing” impacted me.  I still look over this post from time to time.

3.  Twenty One: #awkward_evangelism

One of the most awkward moments in my life.

4.  Why I may not go to seminary

My favourite conversation of the year.  One I still think about.

5. Twenty Three: Praying with the Anabaptists & Matt Puckett

An Anabaptist prayer I came across just before the execution of Matt Puckett.  May he rest in peace.

I look forward to 2013.  I look forward to writing, to the conversation, to participating in God’s relentless pursuit of shalom.  By God’s grace… of course! Winking smile 

What are you looking forward to this year?  How do you see yourself participating with God?