“It is this logic that we see played out in our own lives on a daily basis. “Do not show me the suffering that takes place in the dairy industry, for I love animals so much that I cannot bear to see such pain” or “Do not tell me where this shirt was made because I love children too much to hear of their horrific abuse in sweat shops.” Here our “beliefs” are nothing more than a form of Unbelief—they are the story we tell ourselves about ourselves in order to avoid the truth. It is unbelief, because it is fully affirmed as what we believe while being that which covers over what we actually do believe.”—Peter Rollins, "Stop Teaching the Ethics of Jesus"
“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”—Nora Ephron
“There is redemption and freedom that occurs when darkness is forced into the light, sometimes disguised as awkwardly spoken words. Somebody is waiting on you to tell your story. To share how you’re being rescued. To share how scary it is but how beautiful it is. So take a step. Confess the beautiful and broke. It happens one word at a time.”—Anne Jackson, Permission to Speak Freely
On my way home from the airport, after dropping my family off, it was the mountains that reminded me that God is real. I needed that reminder. It’s hard to say goodbye. It’s hard to remember why we are here.
My heart is full and heavy, both simultaneously. My family was in Seattle with us for an entire week. As typically happens, the time passed quickly.
On my drive back, I felt the weight of the reality of not having family nearby. I felt that I hadn’t talked enough while they were here. I felt that I hadn’t hugged them enough. Then I realized, I’ll never be able to hug them enough.
My brother turned 12 years old on Saturday. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to celebrate with him. I have missed out on so much of his childhood.
I’m sitting with mixed emotions. I felt so busy with school while my family was here that I hardly felt present. And yet, I was. I also just turned in my final paper. Summer break begins now.
I was trying to tidy our apartment before feeling the need to write. It is filled with memories of my family. I love it and I hate it, both simultaneously.
There’s the rock my brother gave me. He found it in the river bed on the side of Mt. Rainier; where we celebrated his 12th birthday.
There’s the gallon size container, empty and in our sink, that held my dad’s favorite sweet tea.
There’s the bag of goodies I just emptied out from my mom. She always makes sure we have everything we need.
There’s the boxes they collected for us while out buying groceries. We’re moving to another apartment this week.
There’s the leftover birthday party decor from the surprise celebration for my brother.
There’s all the new toys my brother insisted he buy for Rollins.
Oh, and the food. There’s the fridge/freezer full of leftover food that reminds me of my family.
How did I get blessed with such an amazing family? Steven and I have never felt more loved than in their presence.
“The very notion of a messiah, or messianic presence, insinuates that there is nothing we can gauge from present history to ascertain how God is going to manifest himself in the future. Deconstruction and messianicity are bound up closely with each other, inasmuch as the deconstitution of the sign brings about a total openness to how God can reveal himself, or does reveal himself, in a concrete setting. The Christmas story-God having been born in a stable-is a complete deconstruction of all the texts of messianicity that had preceded it.”—Carl Raschke, The Next Reformation: Why Evangelicals Must Embrace Postmodernity
Notes from my Philosophy II class with Dr. Carl Raschke:
Abraham, in his obedience and willingness to sacrifice Isaac, like Bonhoeffer, made a decision for faith by virtue of the absurd. This is what Kierkegaard calls a ‘religious faith’. Instead, a lot of people mistake the ethical for the life of faith.