go to pandora. create a j moss station. enjoy.
That all might know. and rejoice
This was a post that I came across a while back. Still great!
Let’s get these myths BUSTED!
Trayvon Martin was murdered. But he’s not the only one who has died. Countless young black men have died, a whole community still denied recognition and rights not in words but in deeds. And response to Trayvon’s death is a public outcry that something is horribly wrong still with the way race is thought about and dealt with in America. People should not still be DYING because of this. And the least we can do is address these issues that are out there. Like the fact that a white man killed a black boy. Like the uneasiness of the black community to accept that the white man was acting in self defense. Like the police response in believing Zimmerman. Like racial profiling. Prejudices. history. you cannot merely sympathize!
Read this commentary on the case by bob bixby, a pastor trying to grapple with the issues of the case and what it means to him as a Christian and what he thinks it means for the christian community.
The plight of the black man is definitely getting better in this country. We have a black Attorney General. We have a black president. But the reality stands that blacks are still a minority and black men know that their whole destiny could be determined by the snap, adrenalin-fueled decision of a white man and protected by the knee-jerk analyses of men who have never had their sinful racism rooted from the deep of their hearts. Civil liberties do not change instincts. And black men know (as we all do) that when instincts take over, the real person steps forward.
It’s not just sympathize with the Martin family. It’s a call to stand. To stand with his family and the entire black community. To stand and demand justice. To continue to stand until its given.
the sun in shining, everybody is soaking up the sun and getting nicer by the minute. and i found myself day dreaming about tree houses.
books in tree houses.
either way, both feet are off the ground.
a design inspired by the acacia tree (wood used for the ark of the covenant)
A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien, there was no stain.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Life never really gives it to you straight. I registered for the Foreign Service Officer Exam just to see what would happen. As soon as I leave the test, I’m swept away by the throngs of the angry and fed-up on the already crowded streets of Wall St. Went from one moment wanting to be in the government to criticizing it in the next. ah well.
But as I tried to maneuver my way through the crowd, I heard SO many different messages. Wall St is to blame, healthcare is to blame, i’ve lost my house, i have no job, my children will have no future, cut work tomorrow and join us, give peace a chance… After a while I stood still somewhere and tried to ask what was going on. All I got was a list of grievances.
So I went in search of a reason.
Jon Stewart offered one: Why does Wall St. hate Obama?
But the most intriguing explanation and the one I can relate to the most, has come from Bob Greene, a CNN contributor. One of my friends had this link up and I would like to share this with you too: Helpless, as the world gambles your money away.
The prayer excerpted from the article:
“Lord, help them to comprehend the global repercussions of some poor decisions, and the irreversibility of some tragic consequences. Quicken their ears to hear, their eyes to see, their hearts to believe and their wills to obey you. Before it is too late.”
This looks like Uyuni. =]
Trafficking seems to be regulated to the realm of women and select activists. It’s not considered hard politics, sidelined by other issues like the economy and more serious heavy weights of war and peace. In the general social fabric, most will see trafficking as wrong, “there are other issues that need attention and money to NGO’s and other non profits will ease the conscience and my part in the fight is now done” mentality. Let the women and these organizations take care of the rest.
The assumption that this is not as weighty or as important is wrong. You destroy the lives of future generations, you have no future. You take away the childhood of a potential citizen of your country, you are left with damaged and fearful economies based on the exploitation of others. This day in age, slavery is RAMPANT. There are more slaves today than existed over a 100 years ago. And the shocking bit? Totally preventable. Yes, it takes the work of NGO’s and governments and policies and so much more.
But what is MOST important is a change in the paradigm.
Men, and those who USE children and women for their own pleasure. These are the people who can END THIS. By simply saying no. By acknowledging the horror of exploiting a child and never being on the demand side of sex slavery. By passing that knowledge and restraint to future generations.
This is not a time to sit on sidelines. Inform yourself on what is happening. Look closely at what you’re doing and how you are acting. What you say and do affect perceptions and ultimately create what is “acceptable” or not. Do not make the mistake of throwing your vote for slavery by your apathy. Be a man.
Wrote a little piece for an amazing organization called Stop Child Trafficking Now that is doing so much for children caught in the world of trafficking. They are on the war path to end the demand. Take a leaf from their book.
*side note. This is not bitterness. Just saddened but also determined. I hope in reading this something stirs. Not anger, but a call to something better.