Just in the Nick of Time . . . . Amid shouts and Hosannas, the World-Famous Fayetteville Strawberry Mandala made its annual appearance.
There’s been more discussion of the Wichita YAF Conference and its framework/dress code issues than you might think, if you looked to the self-styled “convergent Quaker” website, from which critical messages have been banned. That reaction is a telling one; and in the age of the internet, a largely futile one as well.
Chris Hedges has been there. A war correspondent for many years, he carries a burden of closely-observed horror for which the term PTSD pales. You can see it in the hollows around his eyes.
Chris Hedges has also been through hell with religion. He’s not “religious” now in any conventional sense. Yet he’s not “anti-religious” either. He can’t leave the subject alone. In books and columns, he delivers impassioned oracles. One of his recent books is, “I Don’t Believe In Atheists.” Continue reading Dog Days Weekend Read: Hear The War Prophet: Chris Hedges
[Note: Part I of this review is here.]
Two pieces in “Spirit Rising deal with the phenomenon known as “Convergent Friends,” a loose network of people, mostly younger than fifty, talking across various traditional divisional lines: “Convergent Friends as New Jazz Traditionalists,” by Chad Stephenson of San Francisco Meeting; and “Convergent Friendship and Playing with the Quaker ‘Other’” by C. Wess Daniels, pastor of Camas Friends Church in Northwest Yearly Meeting.
Found a link on Facebook today to this article from the Toronto Star:
It’s by Marci McDonald, a multiple award-winning Canadian journalist, and author of new book, “The Armageddon Factor: The Rise of Christian Nationalism In Canada” a new book about the rising influence of the Canadian version of the Christian Right.
I’m mindful today of all the moms left behind at home while US troops are in combat zones.
Many of them have their say in my 100-page collection of photographs from Camp Lejeune, MC, a big Marine base near here.
Two weeks plus two days til the ignoble end of the torture show “24.” As it prepares to depart, let’s take a moment to recognize New Yorker writer Jane Mayer. No journalist has done more than she to expose both the criminal reality of US torture, and the impact of “24” on both the reality of those crimes and the selling of that criminality to the American public.
So I’m walking through the Wal-Mart parking lot the other day –
(Yeah, I shop there. Whadda ya think — I live in one of your university-hugging, professional middle class greeny suburbs? This is army town, no time for that fluff. We had two Supercenters when I got here; now there’s five. Whole Foods & Costco are about ninety minutes away. I get there when I can; otherwise, cut me some slack here.)
So I’m out and about Thursday, trying to be a Christian (Matthew 25:36 variety), by visiting a friend who’s got some issues.
And when I arrive at the door to his place, there’s this notice on the door. Seems they’ve got a dress code: