But the truth is that Advent is quite different from Christmas as it carries its strong theme of prophetic lament. The world has gone wrong, justice lies fallen in the streets, and it seems that God is nowhere to be found. That’s when the lamentation of waiting arises in our soul: “O Lord, how long?”
Waiting For God To Act - Brian Zahnd
Churches should be pointless.
Pointless like my family is pointless. My family is not without its problems and issues, but it is a vibrant, rich, joyful and dynamic community. But it is completely pointless. It doesn’t mean things don’t happen or that we haven’t had an affect on others or the world. But we are pointless. We’re not even intentionally pointless. We are just pointless. And I love it for that. That’s why I love to go home every day and just be, just relax, just love and be LOVED. DH
"The McDonaldization of the miraculous. Reverend Ronald McDonald as a healing evangelist. I’m convinced the vaudevillian aspect of Charismatic Christianity is not a demonstration of faith, but just the opposite: It betrays an underlying unbelief — a doubt that any of it is real. And if it’s not real…well, we might as well fake it."
“So, is there an afterlife, and if so, what will it be like? I don’t have a clue. But I am confident that the one who has buoyed us up in life will also buoy us up through death. We die into God. What more that means, I do not know. But that is all I need to know.”
I have a problem with the Bible. Here’s my problem…
I’m an ancient Egyptian. I’m a comfortable Babylonian. I’m a Roman in his villa.
That’s my problem. See, I’m trying to read the Bible for all it’s worth, but I’m not a Hebrew slave suffering in Egypt. I’m not a conquered Judean deported to Babylon. I’m not a first century Jew living under Roman occupation.
I’m a citizen of a superpower. I was born among the conquerors."
“For Jesus, there are no countries to be conquered, no ideologies to be imposed, no people to be dominated. There are only children, women and men to be loved.”
— Henri Nouwen
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
— Henry David Thoreau
"If you ignore the witness of teenage girls,
if you tell refugees "go back where you came from,"
if you close your doors to dirty field laborers,
if you would turn a child over to a tyrant:
Please don't put up a Nativity this year."
- Emmy Rettino Kegler
"Only near-sighted people can suppose that Christianity has seen its time. Christianity has only taken its first, I would say timid, steps in human history. To this day many of Christ’s words are incomprehensible because we are still moral and spiritual neanderthal men. The gospel arrow is aimed towards eternity, and that which we call Christian history is in many ways a series of clumsy and unsuccessful attempts to bring Christianity about."
— Fr. Alexander Men (Orthodox priest and martyr)
Att ta bostad i sig själv
“Det är nödvändigt – här
i vår vanskötta värld
av vilsna och hemlösa:
ATT TA BOSTAD I SIG SJÄLV
Gå in i mörkret
och torka sotet från lampan.
För att människorna på vägen
ska kunna skymta ljus
i dina bebodda ögon.”
Hans Børli, Fågel, hjärta och yxa.
“Protestant churches just continued down the same well-worn path of compromise — baptizing the wars of their emperor and blessing the brutality of empire — already trod by Roman Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy. This established a tragic trajectory that would ultimately lead to the 20th century catastrophe of millions upon millions of European Christians killing one another in the name of national allegiance.”
"When we can no longer find the sacred we settle for being scared. We can live with the fear that something is out there in the dark — even if it’s a vampire or a werewolf. What we cannot live with is the horrifying idea that there is nothing out there. That we are alone in a cold material world with not so much as a single angel. In such a world even a devil would be welcome company."
WHAT A SHAME, I ALMOST MISSED IT BUT TODAY IS APPARENTLY "CAPS LOCK DAY". WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!
“Because nobody else's love, nobody else's marriage, is like yours,
and it's a road you can only learn by walking it,
a dance you cannot be taught,
a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.”