Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
“But for the purposes of our investigation, we would like to know what really happened.”
“What really happened?”
“So you want another story?”
“Uhh… no. We would like to know what really happened.”
“Doesn’t the telling of something always become a story?”
“Uhh… perhaps in English. In Japanese a story would have an element of invention in it. We don’t want any invention. We want the ’straight facts’, as you say in English.”
“Isn’t telling about something– using words, English or Japanese– already something of an invention? Isn’t just looking upon this world already something of an invention?
“The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?”
(Life of Pi, p. 302). Stolen from / typed/ selection cut by La Gitana de la Valle
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The first thing that drew me in was disbelief. What? Humanity sins but it’s God’s Son who pays the price?….
I asked for another story, one that I might find more satisfying…But Father Martin made me understand the stories that came before it–and there were many–were simply prologue….
That a god should put up with adversity, I could understand. The gods of Hinduism face their fair share of thieves, bullies, kidnappers, and usurpers. What is the Ramayana but the accoiunt of one long, bad year for Rama? Adversity, yes. Reversals of fortune, yes. Treachery, yes. But humiliation? Death? I couldn’t imagine Lord Krishna consenting to be stripped naked, whipped, mocked, dragged through the streets and, to top it off, crucified–and at the hands of mere humans, to boot…
Why not leave death to mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love. That was Father Martin’s answer….
This son…who goes hungry, who suffers from thirst, who gets tired, who is sad, who is anxious, who is heckled and harassed, who has to put up with followers that don’t get it and opponents who don’t respect Him–what kind of god is that? It’s a god on too human of a scale, that’s what. There are miracles, yes, mostly of a medical nature, a few to satisfy hungry stomachs; at best a storm is tempered…Any Hindu god can do a hundred times better.This Son is a god who spent most of His time telling stories, talking. This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god–and in a hot place, at that–with a stride like any human stride…What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin….
I’ll stick to my Krishna, thank you very much. I find his divinity utterly compelling. You can keep your sweaty, chatty Son to yourself. That was how I met that troublesome rabbi of long ago: with disbelief and annoyance….
He bothered me, this Son. Every day I burned with greater indignation against Him, found more flaws in him…
On our last day, a few hours before we were to leave Munnar, I hurried up the hill on the left…I booted up that hill…Short of breath I said, “Father, I would like to be a Christian, please.” He smiled, “You already are, Piscine–in your heart. Whoever meets Christ in good faith is a Christian. Here in Munnar you met Christ.” He patted me on the head…I thought I would explode with joy…It was a good smile he gave me. The smile of Christ.
I entered the church, without fear this time, for it was now my house, too. I offered prayers to Christ who is alive. Then I raced down the hill on the left and raced up the hill on the right–to offer thanks to Lord Krishna for having put Jesus of Nazareth, whose humanity I found so compelling, in my way.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
that She would grant you, according to the riches of Her glory, to be strengthened with power through Her Spirit in your inner being; so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length, and height, and depth; and to know the love of Christ, which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of Goddess.
Now to Her who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Her be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
"Dawkins may be closer to an authentic religious faith than most fundamentalists: he is devoted to atheism because he is devoted to the truth, because he sincerely wants to believe the truth about God."
Something about those last 9 words haunts me. It feels like a beautiful and daunting invitation. I'm not sure why I don't read it as a cold, rationalistic statement. It feels like I could replace "God" with my wife's name, "because he sincerely wants to believe the truth about Jen."
Something about the idea of truth seeking has been rattling around inside me lately. Not cold, objective truth, but more something to do with courage, trust, and wholeness. A kind of dis-illusion-ment that feels more vulnerable and personal. Having the wholeness of self to ache for honest, clear experience of those around you, your self, your story, your God. It feels different than 6 years ago starting seminary. Less scary, more work.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Paul Elie, elaborating on Walker Percy's idea of the modern self, in The Life Save May Be Your Own
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Scott wanted something funny for his newest show, and encourages us "don't think too much about it," but I feel like he's succinctly diagnosed and subverted what breaks my heart about the vast swath of Christianity that I know, in a language that is both accessible and lucid to everyone at the table. A haunting parable of an image that I presume will be working in my heart and imagination long after first viewing.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
A. I have yet to find a Lil' Wayne song I can stand.
B. I think that Natalie Portman is wearing the coolest sweater ever.
C. I think this is my favorite picture of Natalie Portman.
D. It's from TIME magazine, and I took a picture of it with my phone, sorry for the quality.
E. Probably my favorite picture of Eminem as well.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
I was searching for this quote (which I had in print, but was too lazy to retype), but came across it plagiarized on a blog. I search for quotes a lot, but have never come across one used as if it was a bloggers own words. Interesting. Plagiarizing that literal seems a wee bit silly in the age of Google.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Q. Many of your films deal with a significant amount of brutality. What's it like to explore violent characters? Frank Pennisi, BAYSIDE, N.Y.
A: A lot of time the violence expressed onscreen is a metaphor for what's going on inside. I take it seriously, and I respect directors who depict it responsibly. There are a lot of directors who make too much of a joke about it. That lets the audience off the hook.
It's been clear to me for a long time now that most physical violence in our movies is not intended to correlate to actual physical violence in our lives. So, it a metaphor. But a metaphor for what? "What's going on inside" feels a bit vague. Last night JT and I caught a T2 revival at the Cinerama, and I was struck by the heavy-handed and conscious use of feminist and pacifist rhetoric in the dialogue. But I don't believe that the movie is really about either. It doesn't even feel like the film makers are consciously aware of what they're talking about. When the two terminators are throwing one another through walls with blank expressions on their faces, what's being engaged inside us? The endless footage of vehicles and building exploding and being demolished feel quickening and cathartic and hedonistic in our action films. But what is it a metaphor for in our internal landscapes? Is it just Nietzsche's Ubermensch: an unfeeling, unstoppable superman? What is it that we want to destory, and what is it that we want to be indestructible?
I got my first comment in a year last week. Any theories about what violence in our films is intended to speak to?
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"Early Christians were called atheists because their own affirmation of God involved a rejection of the gods advocated by the Roman Empire. Yet the atheistic spirit within Christianity delves much deeper than this - for we disbelieve not only in other gods but also in the God we believe in. We... affirm our view of God while at the same time realizing that that view is inadequate... believing in God while remaining dubious concerning what one believes about God." p.25-26
-Peter Rollins, How (Not) to Speak of God
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
-Peter Rollins, How (Not) to Speak of God
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
-Bono (Lead Singer of U2)