Basically what happened is that tonight, I went to watch this documentary about shellmounds, sacred Native American burial sites. I am working with the IPOC to help protect rights and awareness for that. One part, they talked about religious freedom and the right to believe and practice what they wanted, and how in the past, young Native Americans were forced to go to schools to "civilize" and Christianize them. And I just kept thinking, "STUPID STUPID OLD CHRISTIANS WITH YOUR IDIOTIC VIEWS MAKING US ALL LOOK BAD." For me, God and my faith has always been one about love and acceptance. Christianity is not about right-ness, or morals. It's about a love so vast, so deep, so high that defies even death.
I just imagined this scene where someone new walks into the church doors, and even though no one in that church knows that person or what kind of views that person has, that everyone would turn to them and welcome them, as if they were coming back home or coming to visit close friends that they haven't seen for a long time. I imagined this happening even if they knew the person wasn't a Christian and stuff. Man, wouldn't that be sweet? That the church would become the vehicle, not of violence and hatred, but of love, as God had planned it to be?
I guess that's why I love the church I am in now in Berkeley. A lot of people have harsh criticisms, even hate it, think it's exclusive, intolerable, etc. But I have never been at a church that loves so much, loves God so deeply, loves people so beautifully.
Ok, now for something completely irrelevant!
This awesome opera Byron showed me.
Just two verses. :D
Fate, as vicious
as capricious,
whirling your merry-go-round:
evil doings,
worthless wooings,
crumble away to the ground:
darkly stealing,
unrevealing,
working against me you go:
for your measure
of foul pleasure
I bare my back to your blow.
Noble actions,
true transactions,
no longer fall to my lot:
powers to make me
then to break me
all play their parts in your plot:
now seize your time -
waste no more time,
pluck these poor strings and let go:
since the strongest
fall the longest
let the world share in my woe.
ISN'T THAT COOL?!?!?!?!
I just imagined this scene where someone new walks into the church doors, and even though no one in that church knows that person or what kind of views that person has, that everyone would turn to them and welcome them, as if they were coming back home or coming to visit close friends that they haven't seen for a long time. I imagined this happening even if they knew the person wasn't a Christian and stuff. Man, wouldn't that be sweet? That the church would become the vehicle, not of violence and hatred, but of love, as God had planned it to be?
I guess that's why I love the church I am in now in Berkeley. A lot of people have harsh criticisms, even hate it, think it's exclusive, intolerable, etc. But I have never been at a church that loves so much, loves God so deeply, loves people so beautifully.
Ok, now for something completely irrelevant!
This awesome opera Byron showed me.
Just two verses. :D
Fate, as vicious
as capricious,
whirling your merry-go-round:
evil doings,
worthless wooings,
crumble away to the ground:
darkly stealing,
unrevealing,
working against me you go:
for your measure
of foul pleasure
I bare my back to your blow.
Noble actions,
true transactions,
no longer fall to my lot:
powers to make me
then to break me
all play their parts in your plot:
now seize your time -
waste no more time,
pluck these poor strings and let go:
since the strongest
fall the longest
let the world share in my woe.
ISN'T THAT COOL?!?!?!?!
No comments:
Post a Comment