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Bigger On The Inside by Amanda Palmer
You took my hand when you woke up I had been crying in the darkness We all die alone but I am so, so glad That you are here
You whispered:
"We are so much bigger on the inside, You, me, everybody Some day when youâre lying where I am Youâll finally get it, beauty
We are so much bigger Than another one can ever see But Trying is the point of life So donât stop trying
Promise me.â
Norwayâs parliament is expected to pass an anti-begging law on Friday. Proposed by members of the right-wing government with support from an opposition party, the bill is said to be aimed at addressing the capital city of Osloâs pick...
"Poor people in Norway and Europe are asking other people for help as a last resort. It is very strange that we are now making this illegal."-Kjell Ingolf RopstadÂ
About 80% of the population in Norway claims to be Christian; what is the church's response?
Have you ever wondered if weâre missing it? Itâs crazy, if you think about it. The God of the universe-Creator of nitrogen and pine needles, galaxies and E minor-loves us with a radical, unconditional, self-sacrificing love. And what is our typical response? We go to church, sing songs, and try not to cuss.
Francis Chan (via littlethingsaboutgod)
Homeless Man Joins a Musician, Carlos Whittaker, for a Moving Performance As Carlos Whittaker was filming God of Second Chances in Atlanta, a homeless man na...
Just because I was reminded of this video, and I love it. Something about it always stirs me deep inside. It's good. His voice. The words.Â
If the church isnât messy, then itâs not a church. Thatâs why God calls us to be in a body of other people: to endure with those we would never hang out with, to persevere with different preferences, to overcome our loss of patience and our growing frustrations and our silly hang-ups, to really love others when we least want to.Thereâs no real love that doesnât push past the initial illusions of perfection. The real kind of love that Jesus aims for is the kind that embraces the ugly underside of our faults and flaws, and looks not at who we should be, but could be.
J.S. from this post (via jspark3000)
Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak tenderly to her. And there I will give her her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor [trouble] a door of hopeâŚAnd I will betroth you to me forever. I will betroth you to me in righteousness and in justice, in steadfast love and in mercy. I will betroth you to me in faithfulness. And you shall know the Lord.
excerpts from Hosea 2 (via feast-of-starlight)
I love to mingle with wild nature, because I am a part of it
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Dorothy Day Selected Writings
I'm beginning to read a book for my internship class called "Dorothy Day Selected Writings". I've not even left the preface and introduction yet, but there are already things I've loved. Here are a few snippets:
"Going to confession is hard. Writing a book is hard because you are 'giving yourself away.' But if you love, you want to give yourself. You write as you are impelled to write, about man and his problems, his relation to God and his fellows. You write about yourself because in the long run all man's problems are the same, his human needs of sustenance and love. . . . I am a journalist, not a biographer, not a book writer. The sustained effort of writing, of putting pen to paper so many hours a day when there are human beings around who need me, when there is sickness, and hunger, and sorrow, is a harrowingly panful job. I feel that I have done nothing well. But I have done what I could." -Dorothy Day
"... she believed in the need for a new model of holiness in our time. This intuition came to her even as a child. Recalling her first encounters with the lives of the saints, she described her admiration for their heroic ministry to the poor, the weak, and the infirm. But, already, there was another question in her mind: "why was so much done in remedying the evil instead of avoiding it in the first place? . . . Where were the saints to try to change the social order, not just minister to the slaves, but to do away with slavery?" Dorothy Day's vocation was planted in that question."
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"Like a true disciple, she (Dorothy Day) was able to reconcile her love for the church with keen suffering over its sins and failings. Like the saints she revered, she was able to mediate the message of Christ and the challenges posed by her moment in history."
- Maryknoll 2005
"Hospitality, she insisted, meant more than serving a meal, offering a bed, or opening a door; it meant opening one's heart to the needs of others. . . . Dorothy understood the Incarnation to be an ongoing fact: God had once and for all assumed our humanity, and we could not hope to know Him without also turning to our neighbors in love. Such love was not merely a passing glow, but something concrete and active. It meant extending fellowship, sharing bread with the hungry, clothing the naked, standing beside those who were outcast and persecuted." - Robert Ellsberg
When I practice my sermons, I sometimes pull up a chair right in front of me.I picture the 15 year old kid whose parents are divorced and who wants to kill himself everyday and hates everyone at school. I picture the single mom who lost custody of her children because she canât hold down a job in this economy and drinks herself to sleep every night. I picture the hard-hearted religious hypocrite who sings loudly every Sunday at his church but goes home to beat his kids. I think of my future wife, my future children, I think of the historical figures in the Bible sitting there hearing my preaching. Iâm not about to yell in someoneâs face who has real issues that need real help.Itâs great to sound passionate. But what does real passion sound like?It sounds like a man nailed to a cross whispering forgiveness over his own murderers. It sounds like a man raised to life calling for the disciple who betrayed him so he could reinstate him back to fruitful ministry. It sounds like Jesus weeping over Jerusalem, angry at a temple for turning Godâs house into a consumerâs playground, raising a young girl to life with the words, âItâs time to wake up now, honey.âIâm fine with loud preaching, but what are we loud about?
J.S. from this post (via jspark3000)
Mostly in the Bible, I see that Godâs law is black and white. âDonât be like this guyâ or âThe angel of death will slay youâ or âDonât do that or things will mushroom cloud real fast.â There are clear-cut lines, sharp boundaries, no wiggle room. The law is oak and iron and all closed...
I looked across the expanse of my shame, the ocean of disobedience; Christ took my hands and said âThis is not for you to see, look to Me.â and I did, and I was made new.
T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via kvtes)
Receive grace, live in grace, show grace and repeat.
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gregory kloehn [has founded ]the âhomeless homes projectâ â a community driven initiative. [It is] a low-cost, practical and imaginative solution for the construction of habitable shelters for those living on the streets.
he combs through heaps of illegally dumped trash, commercial waste and excess household items piled in alleyways and discarded throughout the city, and upcycles the raw materials into walls, roofs, doors, windows, wheels and locks.Â
kloehn describes that adopting the otherwise disused garbage as a medium for architectural development âdiminishes moneyâs influence over the building processâ and transforms the rejected debris into an object of hope and happiness.Â
More: gregory kloehn repurposes trash into vibrant houses for the homeless
Recycling with a purpose. Interesting endeavor!
Tonight as I was walking home from the park with one of my best friends, Uganda hit me again. It was nearing dusk, which was the time I would walk home from school each day. Crickets were making the noise crickets make, and different smells were wafting through the street. Even though BBQ was not exactly the smell of Uganda, I could smell cooking over an open flame and feel the warmth of community. I closed my eyes and I was back in Mukono, walking down our dirt road, waving at the neighbor kids, passing the resident cow, and walking through our yard to enter the house through the back. I imaged myself passing Lilly or Mama cooking, putting my stuff in my room, and coming out to just be present with them. Oh, what I would give to have a Ugandan meal right now. Beans, sweet potatoes, chipate, rice, matoke, peas, gnut sauce--any of it.Â
None of the food really looks delectable. But looks can be deceiving. And the food became more than just taste, it became home.Â
God is no fool for loving you. To Him you are so much more than a list of mistakes and accomplishments. More than you have ever desired anything, God desires to be with you, right now, as you are. The worst thing you could do right now is to withhold from God what He wants most in the world: time with you.
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Hurting someone you care about is probably the worst feeling in the world
"It really boils down to this: that all life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. We are made to live together because of the interrelated structure of reality. Did you ever stop to think that you can't leave for your job in the morning without being dependent on most of the world? You get up in the morning and go to the bathroom and reach over for the sponge, and that's handed to you by a Pacific Islander. You reach for a bar of soap, and that's given to you at the hands of a Frenchman. And then you go into the kitchen to drink your coffee for the morning, and that's poured into your cup by a South American. And maybe you want tea: that's poured into your cup by a Chinese. Or maybe you're desirous of having cocoa for breakfast, and that's poured in your cup by a West African. And then you reach over for your toast, and that's given to you at the hands of an English-speaking farmer, not to mention the baker. And before you finish eating breakfast in the morning, you've depended on more than half the world. This is the way our universe is structured; this is its interrelated quality. We aren't going to have peace on Earth until we recognize this basic fact of the interrelated structure of all reality." Martin Luther King, Jr. in a Christmas sermon on peace, 1967
