Super Powers
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smokingbootMy husband just sang to me. I tried to sing back but accidently gave a little eructation instead. It was quite ladylike, but nonetheless all the upstairs lights flickered off and back on. R saw it too, and we both reached the same conclusion: my radiation induced super-powers have arrived! Now to work out how to use them for good!
I had a strange dream. We were in a church, a whole bunch of nice genial people doing nice genial things. We had to go down to the crypt and one of our number locked us in down there, presumably going back into the church to steal stuff. I think this harks back to the amazing inaugural sermon courtesy of Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, which I read for the first time yesterday: I'll keep it here so as not to forget it.
Let me make one final plea. Mr. President, millions have put their trust in you. And as you told the nation yesterday, you have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now. There are gay, lesbian and transgender children in Democratic, Republican and independent families, some who fear for their lives. And the people, the people who pick our crops and clean our office buildings, who labor in poultry farms and meatpacking plants, who wash the dishes after we eat in restaurants, and work the night shifts in hospitals, they — they may not be citizens or have the proper documentation, but the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurdwara and temples.
I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away, and that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here. Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger, for we were all once strangers in this land. May God grant us the strength and courage to honor the dignity of every human being, to speak the truth to one another in love and walk humbly with each other and our God for the good of all people, the good of all people in this nation and the world.
Well, there it is, Christianity actively representing its founder's principles, 'Whatsoever you do to the least of these you do to me.' To me, it doesn't feel like an edict to capitulate to criminality or nonsense but a plea for perspective, and to understand how over-indulged chastisement may lead to greater wrongs than those it seeks to prevent.
And the thief in my dream? I guess that's awareness of the folk who take advantage of mercy. It's not enough to be innocent as doves you need the wisdom of serpents, or you're lucky if they just strip the Church instead of burning it to the ground.
I had a strange dream. We were in a church, a whole bunch of nice genial people doing nice genial things. We had to go down to the crypt and one of our number locked us in down there, presumably going back into the church to steal stuff. I think this harks back to the amazing inaugural sermon courtesy of Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, which I read for the first time yesterday: I'll keep it here so as not to forget it.
Let me make one final plea. Mr. President, millions have put their trust in you. And as you told the nation yesterday, you have felt the providential hand of a loving God. In the name of our God, I ask you to have mercy upon the people in our country who are scared now. There are gay, lesbian and transgender children in Democratic, Republican and independent families, some who fear for their lives. And the people, the people who pick our crops and clean our office buildings, who labor in poultry farms and meatpacking plants, who wash the dishes after we eat in restaurants, and work the night shifts in hospitals, they — they may not be citizens or have the proper documentation, but the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurdwara and temples.
I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away, and that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here. Our God teaches us that we are to be merciful to the stranger, for we were all once strangers in this land. May God grant us the strength and courage to honor the dignity of every human being, to speak the truth to one another in love and walk humbly with each other and our God for the good of all people, the good of all people in this nation and the world.
Well, there it is, Christianity actively representing its founder's principles, 'Whatsoever you do to the least of these you do to me.' To me, it doesn't feel like an edict to capitulate to criminality or nonsense but a plea for perspective, and to understand how over-indulged chastisement may lead to greater wrongs than those it seeks to prevent.
And the thief in my dream? I guess that's awareness of the folk who take advantage of mercy. It's not enough to be innocent as doves you need the wisdom of serpents, or you're lucky if they just strip the Church instead of burning it to the ground.
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Date: 2025-01-23 03:53 pm (UTC)'Well done, thou good and faithful servant...'
Date: 2025-01-23 05:16 pm (UTC)