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For a lot of people, the word “father” is a comfort and foundation.
But for others, it’s a word that will always be problematic... or painful... or unsaid.
If this is a hard day for you, remember that you are supported by so much. It is all around you. And it loves you.
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(Photo from Promethea, by Alan Moore and J.H. Williams III)
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My mind hectic with troubled thoughts, insomnia gives me the opportunity to catch up on my reading.
The cat, of course, is sound asleep.
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Feeling pretty good about my modern Hades costume this year…
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I don’t usually do a lot of decorating at my desk, but this lady is now gracing the corner of my monitor.
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In other news, I think I might — albeit slowly — be getting back into my groove. Thanks for your support and patience.
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“Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but He has risen.” (Photo by David Pascua)
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#dosomething
I had the opportunity and privilege to be present at my daughter’s school today for their participation in the National School Walkout.
Standing there, watching my daughter sitting with her two best friends I was overwhelmed with emotion.
These three kids might be lucky enough to stick together all the way through to high school. What a wonderful thing.
But other thoughts crowded in… In the context of today’s memorial for the 17 students murdered in Parkland (for the thousands of children murdered since Sandy Hook, a room full of kids and teachers huddled together is a terrifying thing.
A group of students led the assembly through a recitation of these words from Mahatma Gandhi:
I offer you peace;
I offer you love;
I offer you friendship;
I hear your cry;
I see your beauty;
I feel your pain;
This caring flows from my spirit within;
I salute that spirit in you.
Let us work together for peace.
It was a little bit like a blessing, a little bit like a prayer.
I wasn’t able to join the recitation, my voice gave out immediately and I didn’t trust myself not to break down.
These three little kids, all the other kids around them, those kind and dedicated teachers that are there for them every day… Pallas Athena watch over and protect them all.
But prayers aren’t enough. As the armbands they handed out remind us, we must do something.
Let us work together for peace.
Do not despair. Do not let our leaders and lawmakers remain impotent or complicit in the struggle against those who worship violence.
Stand up. Speak out. Donate to the cause. Sign the petitions. Write the letters and make the calls to your elected representatives. Do not be silenced. Vote.
Do something.
#mygby
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Made my daughter a custom Playmobil Persephone and Hades for Christmas...
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So… Every school year, my work sponsors a penpal program with kids at a local elementary school. This is my first time doing it, and I got my first letter today from the kid I’ve been paired up with.
I suppose it’s possible he meant he likes to make different “ideas” but part of me is still holding out hope…
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Episode Twelve prep underway...
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Episode Eleven is up!
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This.
Jesus Christ was a brown Jew in the Middle East, conceived out of wedlock in an arguably interracial if not interspecies (deity and human) relationship, raised by his mother and stepfather in place of his absent father. He may not have had a Y chromosome. He spent his early youth as a refugee in Egypt, where his family no doubt survived initially on handouts from the wealthy (You think they kept that gold, frankincense, and myrrh from the wise men? Hell no, they sold that stuff for food and lodging). He later returned with his parents to their occupied homeland and lived in poverty.
The religion of Jesus’s people has no concept of a permanent hell and instructed its priests on how to induce miscarriages. Jesus explicitly rejected the concept of disability as a divine punishment. He spoke out against religious hypocrites. He had enough respect for women to let his mother choose the time of his first miracle. He blessed a same sex couple. He told a rich man that he must give up his wealth to get to heaven, and also told a parable about a rich man suffering in agony in presumably Gehinnom (basically Purgatory) just to hammer the point home. He told people to pay their taxes. He declared “love your neighbor” to be one of the two commandments on which all laws hang. He commanded his followers to help the poor. He commanded them to help the sick and the needy. He spent time with social outcasts. He healed the servant of a high priest during his arrest rather than fighting back. He was put to death by the occupying government because he was a political radical.
Trump and his administration are xenophobic, misogynistic, racist, fear-mongering, warmongering, tax-dodging, anti-Semitic, anti-choice, anti-welfare, anti-equal pay, anti-LGBTQIA+, anti-immigration, support tax cuts for the rich, support Citizen’s United, want to keep refugees out of this country, want to limit our ability to speak against the government, plan to abolish the Affordable Care Act, and they wrap all of that up behind a banner of “Christian family values.” If you support them, you have no right to call yourself a follower of Christ.
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