Found your hope,

then, on the

ground under your


Your hope of

Heaven, let it

rest on the


underfoot. Be it

lighted by the

light that falls

freely upon it

after the

darkness of the


and the darkness

of our ignorance

and madness. Let it be lighted

also by the light

that is within


which is the

light of

imagination….(Wendell Berry, This Day)


Edging beyond Lamentation

What is lamentable about these days? Pffft. Where do we start?

The church laments the declining relevance of its institution. People lament inexplicably vapid and racist political leadership. The world laments its hastening demise brought on by the human unwillingness to challenge our promulgation of the climate crisis.

We try to not lament, try to distract ourselves with arguments over picayune matters which generate heat but no light. We attempt to anaesthetise ourselves through immersion into consumerism. In the words of Wesley White, Our paths were illusion and we are well and truly lost, homeless. Our culture, our habits, our time constraints, our fear of its truth all keep the depth of this lamentation at bay.

Or, we engage.

Every last Saturday of the month, Pegida stages a racist, white supremacist rally on University Avenue. A growing group of people of faith have been attending to these rallies by standing across the street and bearing silent witness to the evil of racism and the joy of inclusion. I’ll have more to say in September, but you’re invited to join other people from faith communities at 2 pm this weekend at University and Armoury Streets. Bring sunscreen and water, bring a sign that speaks of inclusion, look for religious leaders standing together and stand with them.

September 20-27 the youth of our world are calling for a general strike to protest the lack of corporate and government action in dealing with the climate crisis. They are terrified of the future we are handing to them. The rest of us should be too. We’ve been invited to stand with them in September, to skip work, decide not to patronise businesses, go to one of the many rallies, demand action. Again, there will be more in this space about this call closer to the dates.

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I’m taking a break for a couple of weeks, feel free to read the archives ;D.

Late in August and early in September watch for posts about a new anti-hate campaign by Toronto Faith Leaders and the September 27th Strike.

If you can, enjoy some moments listening to waves on the water and imagine yourself in a boat with Jesus after the storm has passed.

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Terror All Around

The Hebrew prophet Jeremiah had a nickname. “Terror All Around.” Speaking of the future of a Jerusalem that was engaged in political games with the superpowers (Assyria, Egypt, Babylonia) around it, he declaimed that if the people of Judah did not rely on YHWH to get them through these troubled times, trouble would come to their streets. The city would be surrounded by a besieging army and they would know the terrible anxiety of terror all around. He said this often enough that when he walked the streets he would be taunted by the children: “There goes ole ‘Terror All Around.’” It’s difficult to know if the humiliation got to him. He was more concerned about being right.

He was. Although there were times when he was a prophet of hope, he was the prophet of nightmares coming true. And he bore the agony of witnessing them. Jerusalem fell, its inhabitants either slaughtered or left to tend a destitute city or taken into captivity hundreds of kilometres away. It brought him no peace.

I think of Jeremiah when I read George Monbiot’s columns. He is ridiculed by many but impossible to ignore. Here is an article about our governments will be responsible for the burning up of our planet. If we don’t get them to take our countries in a different direction than feeding the shareholders of the fossil fuel industries. It will give George Monbiot, nor the rest of us, any peace when he is proven to be right.

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