The World Together blog
Most of us live our lives within tightly-controlled comfort zones, whether staying in our air-conditioned or well-heated homes, or avoiding “the other” in our midst. However, I have learned from and admire those hearty souls who travel to distant lands and interact with locals, whether as missionaries, pilgrims or simply life-long learners.
Disney just released a trailer for Maleficent, a retelling of Sleeping Beauty from the wicked fairy’s point of view starring Angelina Jolie.
Drew G. I. Hart
In Luke 7:36-50, Jesus is invited over to a pharisee’s house for a dinner party. He has a place and space reserved at the table. His presence is welcomed. A woman realizes that Jesus will be at this home and decides to come by unannounced. However, the pharisee hosting the party only saw a “sinner,” rather than this woman who was made in the image of God. Her stigmatized reputation as a sinner was reason enough for many to marginalize this woman in that society.
In John 13 there is an interesting story about Jesus washing the disciples’ feet. I can only imagine the odd feeling in the room as Jesus, the top dog, pushes back from that table and begins to wash everyone’s feet. And then after he is finished Jesus makes an interesting statement, “Now that I, your Lord and teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.”
I’m 37 years old and I’ve never met a racist.
“For like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be” (Isaiah 65:22).
The last things I say to my children before they head out for school are always the most important pieces of information they need.
The other day in class I was lecturing about the advent of anti-psychotic medication and how it has been both a blessing and a curse.
I know this is a dicey blog post for someone like me — and by that I mean someone who is of European descent and has grown up steeped in the Anabaptist/Mennonite faith and all the cultural baggage that this implies — to write. But I’ve been sitting on this topic and biting my tongue for awhile now. A recent conversation with another Anabaptist-minded blogger, Tyler Tully (which resulted in his post, “Missional: Is it Religious Gentrification?”) got me thinking that it’s time to break the silence and at least start a conversation, for better or for worse.
November is a conflicted time of year for me. And Nov. 11 — Remembrance Day — sits right there near the middle of the month. It cries out for a response.