Sunday, January 30, 2011

extremists

Martin Luther King Jr. day came a little late for me this year...

I'm reading the book The Hole in our Gospel by Richard Stearns (President, World Vision U.S.) and will write a full book review as soon as I am finish but, as I was reading, these words of Dr. King's really made me stop and think.

The word "extremist" has always been one of those words that is said in a slight whisper as if it was code for the boogie man to suddenly appear or shouted at someone to condemn those who don't think exactly like they do. Dr. King addressed this label of "extremist" from his jail cell in Birmingham.

But though I was initially disappointed at being categorized as an extremist, as I continued to think about the matter I gradually gained a measure of satisfaction from the label. Was not Jesus an extremist for love: "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you." Was not Amos an extremist for justice: "Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever flowing stream." Was not Paul an extremist for the Christian gospel: "I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." Was not Martin Luther an extremist: "Here I stand; I cannot do otherwise, so help me God." And John Bunyan: "I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience." And Abraham Lincoln: "This nation cannot survive half slave and half free." And Thomas Jefferson: "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal . . ." So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of justice? In that dramatic scene on Calvary's hill three men were crucified. We must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime--the crime of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus fell below their environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth and goodness, and thereby rose above his environment. Perhaps the South, the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

Although I'm not likely to start using the label "extremist" in my everyday conversations for obvious social reasons, I would still like this principle to resonate deep in my soul. I would also really like this principle of extremism to affect the church which I so dearly love and all too quickly criticize. Dr. King had a few words on that as well...

So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church's silent--and often even vocal--sanction of things as they are.

But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today's church does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. Every day I meet young people whose disappointment with the church has turned into outright disgust.

 an irrelevant social club...oh snap!

We are disappointed....that is true. All we see is back biting and power tripping adults who sometimes should be in cradle roll singing about Jesus' love instead of teaching the Sabbath School Lesson. They are busy, exhausted and trying their best, but where is the church community surrounded by the glow of mutual respect and support? Where is the helping hand to the orphans and widows? Where is the...Love (wouldn't that be something if we sang Black-Eyed Peas on Sabbath morning..haha!) And in the words of Dr. King...where are the extremists for Love?

Hold on...just a minute...I have to get the log out of my right eye.

I am next up to bat. You are too. Mere seconds away from church boards, treasurers, and community outreach committees. What am I doing besides talking a lot more than I am acting. That isn't helpful now is it...nope, sure isn't. Lead by example they say, well perhaps that will be difficult to be examples to those who were examples to us. They raised us to be leaders though and are waiting for that day when they can pass the mantle. Perhaps they won't be super stoked with all of our ideas, but they can't be leaders for ever. Eventually they will have to trust us because they have no other choice. Doctrine and Social Justice can be friends. I believe it. The church can be a positive and supportive community. I believe it. The principle of extreme love that Jesus lived is possible. I believe it.

Dr. King warned the churches leader to not become "more cautious than courageous" and to stop "remaining silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained-glass windows."

I am suddenly very overwhelmed with all of these ideas. It seems like a lot of work. Churches these days aren't so much known for their love, but for their judgment...it seems like a long road ahead to change that social stigma. Sometimes I want to give up...it seems too hard, too time consuming and frankly not worth it. But I love the church and finding truth is important. Being authentic and real and approachable is also important. Being the healthy and vibrant body of Christ is what we are going for. Well...how do we go about doing that? I'm guessing Dr. King would answer with a question...

Will we be extremists for hate or for love?

I hope we don't disappoint you Dr. King. I hope I don't disappoint me either, because somehow I have to find the motivation to get off my butt...and my high horse too...

Monday, January 24, 2011

Switching Sabbaths

I went to church on Sunday instead of Sabbath this weekend...not on purpose...

I woke up, ate a grapefruit, got ready for church, entered church and sat down...all at a very normal pace, at a normal time, and in a normal frame of mind. Normal would end about 5 minutes later. Sometimes being a woman is just too much pain for a system to handle. I was promptly wisked home where I immediately [Nick stop reading and skip to the next sentence!!!] threw up, which made the pain go away for a few precious seconds because I couldn't concentrate on anything but aiming. Too much info? perhaps...I then settled back on the floor wishing death would rescue me or at least the very strong, tiny white pills that were on their way to me at that very moment. Thank goodness for mothers with motherly instincts and fathers with a Dr. title!

Church skipper...that's me.

I like to experience people's habitats...the ins and outs of their daily life. Others perhaps find these details boring and easily ignored, but I find them fascinating and worth some time exploring. I was visiting the g-rents in Minneapolis this weekend, an added bonus...my dear friend Jenn lives their too. (Not with my grandparents of course...just in case anyone was trying to be confused)

Jenn always has fun active ideas for us to do while we hang out and catch up...

hike to a waterfall
rockclimb indoors
walk around a lake

this time we went ice skating...fun! But, what was even more fun was that I finally got to see her habitat. We met at her apartment so I could finally put names with roommate faces and see the little nook she calls home. Then, Sunday morning I got up and went to church with her. Beautiful old-world church in the middle of downtown, dwarfed by the now collapsed Metrodome right across the street, but grand on the inside for sure. Stained-glass windows and a pipe organ long since replaced with electric bangles and media screens as the focus. But yet, the character of the building still remained. And the community still being fed. Jenn is working with a nonprofit ministry on the verge of making it big. Pulse is the ministry and that church is their home base. So after the service she showed me her office upstairs and the rooms they had painted and the file cabinets they had snatched from craig's list. Jenn is just about the cutest person ever. She also has awesome relational skills. Combine those two qualities, mix in her passion and work-aholicness and you have a force to be reckoned with.

A Sunday keeper...this week that was me!







And in other news...our car is stuck out in the middle of the road. We didn't quite make it home in just one vehicle tonight. I hope cars don't have feelings...

Monday, January 17, 2011

keep breathing


I want to change the world
Instead I sleep

-Ingrid

instead I watch tv
instead I turn away
instead I shop online
instead I chose worry
instead I ignore reality
instead I make excuses
instead I look elsewhere
instead I keep complaining


instead I blink...permanently.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Book Review: Between Two Worlds, My Life and Captivity in Iran

Between Two Worlds, My Life and Captivity in Iran
Author: Roxana Saberi

The Overview: 
Evin Prison. Labeled Iran's most notorious. A black hole for those who think outside the prescribed national box. Political activists, students, those of the previous regime, journalists, those who preach a different gospel and even bloggers can get checked in for a awhile. This is the hell that Roxana Saberi woke up to one morning. She was taken to Evin Prison...accused of espionage. 
Before being falsely accused and imprisoned, Roxana, an Iranian-American journalist had two main goals for her time spent in Iran...the first was to live in a culture that claimed half of her origin, the second was to write a non-biased book about Iran for Americans to read and fall in love with a place that she herself was quickly falling for. That second goal earned her months of interrogations, months of wading through lies and months of wondering about her future or if she even had one. She did end up writing a book, but not the one she had expected.
The Good:
Eye witness experience...what could be more powerful than that? I wanted to keep reading and read quickly! I felt like the longer I took the longer she remained in prison! Even though I knew the end was happy, reading her story was still very interesting and page turning.
The Bad:
I found myself wanting to punch people in the face. Mostly the characters in this book who were manipulating and lying to accomplish their own will.
I spent a year in Egypt experiencing a different culture, a different religion, and a different way of living life in general. I loved it there. I loved the people, the new ideas, the eye-opening experiences and I came back with a new life goal...I want to always think positively of other cultures, religions and people who are different than me in general. Give them the benefit of the doubt. I don't agree with their thoughts all the time, but I don't want to fall into the rut of thinking the way I live and do things is the way everyone else should be thinking and doing things. This book made that goal difficult. I found myself angry...annoyed...dumbfounded. The justice system seemed so unfair. Roxana was mistreated, unfairly accused, manipulated, and emotionally tortured. And for something that seemed so innately human to me. It didn't make an logical sense. But...I have been bred for freedom...it is a delicious consequence of being born to my parents in this country. I will not expect to understand. But I don't like it...Amnesty International agrees with me. 
The Memorable:
The women she described in this book, her fellow inmates were incredible. Strong and spirited...the ultimate beauty in my opinion. They knew that they fought the system alone...and yet they still fought. There was no United States, no pleas from the president, little or no media coverage to hang their hope on. They put their foot down...on their beliefs, their God, their unwavering resolve and were prepared to stand there in Evin, until they and their conscious could be called free.
The Recommendation: 
Read it! Roxana grew up in Fargo, ND...good things come from there.

Friday, January 7, 2011

and in other news...

Visiting Krista in Argentina is probably the headline event that I should be blogging about, but in the mean time...here are a few of the non-breaking news-news stories in my life.

I saw a squirrel rock climbing a plastered wall the other day...

I even snapped a picture with my phone real quick just to prove it to the world.

5.13c

I found this show of part athleticism, part crazy magic completely inspiring. Immediately after this photo was taken I climbed the wall after him and we became instant friends. We have nicknames and secret handshakes of course and we set up an appointment to climb together again.


Terrifying Beauty...best viewed from the comfort of your own home

The following is a view from my car as I was coming home last night.



Just kidding. But mostly not.

I was coming home late after spending the evening at my friend Cari's house. She is awesome and only in town for a few days before she heads back to grad school. It became obvious as my journey home continued that as I had been enjoying the company of my dear friend, the roads had been kidnapped. Tragedy! 
I could accept that the crystallized roads were pretty. The endless sparkly treachery stretched out as far as my headlights could reach. No tracks to follow, no lines to be found, no telling if one was on the road or off. I had never experienced this mixture of beauty and stress before. The world was literally shimmering and shining and throwing diamonds straight at my face. Before, there had always been a clue or two to follow, but this blanket of crystals had completely smothered my clarity about what was road and what was inches upon inches of sparkle communities that had set up camp along the side of the road. 

I made it...don't worry. I wouldn't be writing this if I hadn't.

I saw something nasty in the wood shed... 

Actually I didn't, but Ada Doom did. I just saw the movie Cold Comfort Farm last night.



Not awesome, but definitely good in my opinion. Witty, a tish creepy, and a good bit of poking fun at the likes of Jane Austen. What more could you want in a "spoof on British costume dramas."

Cari's house is where all the good, but random movies are kept. Here are a few from the past...just in case you find your self with time to spare.

Oscar
Twelfth Night
Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte

Saturday, December 25, 2010

ARGENTINA!

Feliz Navidad!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

No Holly, No Jolly...

I just haven't been in the mood. Nope, all I want for Christmas is not you Christmas music.

Bing, Mariah and good 'ol Manheim can go have a White Christmas, a Blue Christmas or even a Hawaiian Christmas somewhere far, far away from me. I won't be home for Christmas and hopefully this is what I will be listening to instead...


GOTAN PROJECT - La Gloria from Ya Basta records on Vimeo.


Here are a few non-Christmas, Christmas songs that have appeared while I haven't been in the mood for Santas, or chestnuts, or Angels on high.


Horchata - Vampire Weekend




Winter Winds - Mumford & Sons




2 Bodies 1 Heart - Noah and the Whale




The Hat - Ingrid Michaelson (video is live, but funny...fyi)




Winter Song - Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson




Rocks and Daggers - Noah and the Whale




and the jingle bells go crazy...Sinking Friendship - Jonsi


(ok, not really jingle bells...but doesn't this song sound like twinkling lights or frosty trees?)