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Being against and standing up to fascism is a Christian duty and obligation, not a choice
31 Things I Want You to Know I Love About the Twin Cities When We're Not Under a Violent Occupation by Federal Agents
1. We're the home of A Klingon Christmas Carol, a.k.a The Christmas Carol "in the original Klingon." Actors in Klingon make-up, speaking Klingon, tell the story of a cowardly Klingon who is visited by three spirits and regains his honor.
2. People's Pride in Powerhorn Park, an escape from the corporate Pride downtown, with free food, free clothing exchange, and amazing local artists.
3. If the sidewalk in front of your house in St. Paul cracks, you can get it replaced with one with a poem stamped into it. Any resident of the city can submit a short poem in English or another language to a contest to be added to the bank of poems used.
4. The beautiful murals and mosaics down Lake Street, illustrating the different groups that have immigrated to the area over the years and the amazing artists they brought with them.
5. The Smallest Museum in Saint Paul, a defunct fire hose cabinet outside of Workhorse Coffee that features ever-changing small but beautiful, thought-provoking, and wonderful exhibits.
6. The cat tour where you walk through the Wedge neighborhood taking pictures of cats.
7. The secret art gallery in the alley behind the Mississippi Market co-op where someone has painted words onto shards of mirror.
8. A 20 foot pencil that gets annually sharpened.
9. Going to the closest Native American coffee shop every October and stocking up on bear grease for my aching back.
10. 2nd highest number of theatre seats in the country after New York, baybeeeeee!
11. I can't just list theatres or we'll be here all day, but the May Day Parade put on by Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theatre with the most amazing and evocative puppets and masks.
12. When you're marching in a pro-immigrant rally down Lake Street and everyone is cheering and whooping and honking their horn and the Somali community members run out of their businesses with cold drinks in the summer and hot sambusas in the winter
13. The Aztec dancers
14. That moment when all the cottonwoods shed their fluffy white seeds in spring and it looks like we've been covered in snow again
15. That other moment in spring when the lilacs are blooming and you can't walk five feet without smelling a lilac
16. And then it rains and all the cherry trees bloom and the entire city smells like candy
17. All of the art on the Green Line stations tying directly into the history and culture of each neighborhood
18. Midtown Global Market, where you can get delicious Lebanese cheese, bubble tea, tacos, camel burgers, Scandinavian sandwiches, Alaskan Native hot sauce, and more, all under one roof
19. The Hmong farmer's market near my library, the most reliable place to get the vegetables I want that I can't find anywhere else and also a place I could buy an entire bushel basket of hot peppers if I wanted
20. Whoever is drawing fat chickens all over town
21. Whoever is drawing pubic hair on lamp posts
22. Fireweed Community Workshops, a masks-required woodworking workshop dedicated to making woodworking welcoming and accessible to people who aren't straight white men
23. Naomi Kritzer's incredibly specific local election guides every year, and the way she uses it to raise money for local classrooms
24. The little faucet at the back of the Saint Paul Cathedral with the sign that says 'free holy water'
25. The Ecuadorian women selling mango with tajin on the street corners when work lets out
25. The trails by the river where you can make a turn onto the beach and have an equal chance of coming across a beaver or a live college production of "Dune"
26. The U of M experimental garden where they've found a cactus that can survive Minnesota winters (it's from the mountains of Peru)
27. The way I have seen lost keys and ID badges get hung up on branches of trees and left there for the person to return and find, untouched, for months
28. Urban foraging wild grapes, serviceberries, and mulberries
29. That morning I walked into downtown St. Paul, frozen, silent, still, empty but for the pervasive and delicious smell of bacon, a mystery until I came upon a whole pig being slowly roasted over the coals in front of a fancy French restaurant
30. The roving bands of wild turkeys
31. The fact that you are never more than a 5 minute walk from a coffee shop, bike repair shop, or combination coffee shop/bike repair shop
The saints manifesting as their patronage
Finding the fiery eyes of St Michael in the freedom fighter, standing in the protest in black bloc and hurling a tear gas canister back at the cops before it can hurt anyone.
Finding St. Paul in the person producing scathing zine after zine, scattering them throughout churches when the sanctuary’s empty and in the streets, filled with long letters criticizing the failures of those who do not love as they ought to love.
Finding St. Hildegard in the chronically ill academic, gifted with extraordinary visions and analysis and channeling it into frenzied work between pouring her heart out in advice to anyone who needs it late at night in the school library.
Finding St. Julian in the old lady at the bus stop who shares a cigarette and tells you that it’s okay, honey, everything’s about love, and god doesn’t judge you for feeling like you’re at rock bottom.
Finding St. Theresè in the nun, the custodian, the lunch lady, the street sweeper, the child who stays behind to pick up after the others before leaving, serving others in love and humility with a smile on her face and moving others to gentleness in return.
Finding St. Francis in the park ranger, in the conservation activist, in the climate advocate, demanding care for the poor and the non human peoples of the world.
Finding St. Joan of Arc in the youth movements for justice, in the young students catalyzing change by refusing to just be seen and not heard, in the community leaders and defenders and your older sibling who teaches you how to hold your head up and punch harder if someone tries to punch you.
Finding St. Dismas in the shoplifter, who meets your eyes before you look away and pretend to not see anything, in the confession booth, in the person shunned by the rest of the parish who lives and breathes devotion
Finding St. Martha in the housewife, the cleaning lady, the waitress, the service worker, who shoulders the weight of responsibility with ease and strength beyond imagination.
Finding St. Mary Magdalene in the death doula, the mortician, the funeral agent who prepare the body after death, and ensure it is properly cared for during and after the burial.
Just….seeing the saints in our human community as well as our spiritual one.
“What does a truly human life look like, in such times as we are enduring? In answering, I approached and reached a point at once dazzling and darksome. The point being the political and social consequences of the cross of Jesus. It is a point of sacrifice. I know that in its pristine rigor and crude innocence—even in its imperialized grandeur, the cross, (which is to say, the crucified One) invites the living to the heart of reality, in an embrace as guileless and self-giving as it is indifferent of consequence.” —Fr. Daniel Berrigan, SJ, To Dwell in Peace
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Perhaps the main task of a minister is to prevent people from suffering for the wrong reasons. Many people suffer because of the false supposition on which they have based their lives. That supposition is that there should be no fear or loneliness, no confusion of doubt. But these sufferings can only be dealt with creatively when they are understood as wounds integral to our human condition. Therefore ministry is a very confronting service. It does not allow people to live with illusions of immortality and wholeness. It keeps reminding others that they are mortal and broken, but also that with the recognition of this condition, liberation starts.
-Henri Nouwen, The Wounded Healer, pg 93.
If it weren't for faith, I would have given up long ago. I am certain lots of us would have been hate-filled and bitter. For me the Scriptures have become more and more thoroughly relevant to our situation. They speak of a God who, when you worship him, turns you around to be concerned for your neighbor. He does not tolerate a relationship with himself that excludes your neighbor. It is the horizontal dimension that makes our faith so thoroughly subversive in a situation of oppression and injustice. It speaks of the infinite value of human persons. We count for God because he treated us lovingly. Each one of us is the object of the divine love as if we were the only person around. We are created in God's image and, therefore, each one of us is held to be a representative, a viceroy of God. In the middle of our faith is the death and resurrection. Nothing could have been more hopeless than Good Friday—but then Easter happened, and forever we have to become prisoners of hope.
-The Most Reverend Desmond Tutu, Archbishop Emeritus of Capetown
I'm OBSESSED with the Council of Nicaea. It's spring of 325. Christianity has been legal for 12 years. Constantine wants a unified religion for the Empire but the church has already schismed three different ways in the 3 centuries since the death of Christ, and legalization ITSELF causes a schism. They don't even all agree that being a legal religion is good. Now they're schisming about the nature of Christ. He can't persecute them into agreeing and Lord knows he's tried.
So Constantine calls all the bishops to his fucking summer resort, on the imperial dime. 280-318 bishops are going to argue about if the Logos (Christ) was "eternally begotten" or the first creation of God. Santa Claus is going to punch Arius in the face for saying the Logos was created. While we're here, let's set a date for Easter, which we also never pinned down. And we have to decide if eunuchs can be ordained because EVERYTHING HAS ALWAYS BEEN THIS WAY.
I've been to church conferences. I lose it every time I think about this. Bishops coming into Nicaea tired from the road (travel's a curse). Rural bishops coming to the seat of power for the first time. There's one guy who doesn't understand Robert's Rules and another guy who won't stop bringing up points of order. Someone's sleeping through all the speeches; he's just happy to be on vacation at the emperor's summer resort. The decision made here will form the closest thing Christianity has to a universal declaration of faith for the next 1700 years and it's going to take THREE MONTHS and we have to do it again in 6 years
I'm fancasting my Nicaea movie as we speak
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spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.
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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.
I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.
i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”
i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.
let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.
please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.
–Palestinian poet and editor of Mizna, George Abraham.