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war wound kicking in

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(Mystery, Lake District: Canon 100)

A friend of mine has gone this morning to one of those tedious ‘vision days’ for church life – a bunch of useless questions discussed by a bunch of people (the majority of which 6 days a week behave in a considered intelligent way). I have had my fair share of these days, and i truthfully have never felt that any of them was of any use. If i was there, this is what i would say – though it would fall on deaf ears…

I’m not sure anymore that we need to endure the maintenance of massive buildings and the sustenance of denominational functionaries simply to enable us to worship once a week. Once we go for that model then that pretty much sets the agenda for everything else that can be done. Maybe there should be touring worship carnivals which pull into town every 3 months or so and provide the opportunity for a whole lot of people to get together and let their hair down. 

If we take that load off our collective shoulders, then we could get on with the job of living out our faith in the world, and keeping ourselves honest through informal networks of fellow travellers. Let’s reintroduce something of the model of Irish monks – we could start an order of cyber-monks. People who devote themselves to the pursuit of Christ wherever they find themselves to be, but whose community keeps in touch through email and the occasional meal together. I think this is already happening.

I’m more and more convinced that the settled congregation operating out of a church building is an unsustainable model for the future. I suspect that we’ve made the mistake of trying to bottle the wind, and that what started out as a radical movement has become a domesticated monument. Making worship a regular Sunday activity is a bit like putting sex in your diary – practical, but lacking certain spontaneity.

Tribes, carnivals, cyber-monks, festivals, holy meals; these are the dreams I have as I step into the uncharted territory which is our new home. I think it is the season for dreams – a time for the phoenix of imagination to rise from the ashes and rubble of the institutional church. The risen Christ still walks the paths and cruises the bars, and we who seek him may need to learn again the freedom which he has died to bring us.

ok, rant over!

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January 31, 2009 at 11:03 am

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Mr Springsteen

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(Bruce: Plainly I did not take this image – it’s taken from vh1 Storytellers)

you know i reckon we are frail urchins of a graceless existence whose hope lies not in feudal promises but in the luminescence of the human spirit. whether we are driven by courage or desperation our promised land is reached because of a decision to travel the hard road of free will and self determination in search of peace. 

the human spirit is a remarkable gift, i read ‘the grapes of wrath’ again last month – described by the guardian as ‘a terrible and indignant book; yet the ultimate impression is that of dignity of the human spirit under the stress of the most desperate conditions’, and it drew me to the work of bruce springsteen, first to revisit the album, ‘ghost of tom joad’ and then to the more recent ’seeger sessions’

bruce embodies within these works the struggle of being human and at the same time the sheer joy of living and what sharing our journeys can bring…more and more i am believing bruce springsteen is not so much the voice of ‘blue collar’ america, but rather a pastoral presence for the spiritual refugees of the west

The writer Eric Alterman asked a few members of various online discussion groups to answer the question, as succinctly as possible, why does Bruce Springsteen matter? Here are the first five answers he received:

• “He makes me feel like I belong in this world.”
• “Bruce Springsteen’s art keeps my conscience alive.”
• “He matters to me because he is like my backup heartbeat.”
• “His music creates an internal dialogue that [helps] us discover who we are.”
• “He has opened places in my mind, provided me with music to live my life, given me solace in my grief, provided me with joy for celebrations, introduced me to lifelong friends, raised my blood pressure, increased my heart rate, and added smile lines to my face.”

These comments were made by adults who have ordinary commitments and lives. To all intents and purposes these people are just like you or I. Yet the discovery of Springsteen’s ‘invisible church’ has provided these people with a means to perhaps face the most important spiritual void in post-modern Western life: our lack of an authentic language of the heart and of a genuine community with which to share it.

And so this week he released his 16th studio album. Put simply, it’s beautiful – a collection of love songs with heartfelt dedication. The Last Carnival is an acoustic dream of circus and boardwalk imagery that echoes the senselessness of loss of the much loved departed Danny Federici. If, like me, you hanker for the sounds of Darkness and The River then Queen of the Supermarket will bring a smile to your face and a tear to your eye, its a courageous fantasy of longing played out amid aisles and shopping carts.

Springsteen recently said that you had “better learn the story [your sins] are telling you. Because they’re whispering your future in your ear.” At 59 (it’s not right a man can look so good at that age) the key to his connection with his fans is, as Pete Paphides of The Times says, is ‘his resistance to the perpetual state of arrested development that some of his peers think comes with the job.’

A long time ago now Bruce seemed to work out that great art is something that happens because of everyday life, not in place of it. That’s why the likes of me and countless others continue to use his work as co-ordinates to map the ups and downs of our lives, because it’s clear (to me anyway) that he’s doing the same thing….

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January 28, 2009 at 12:36 pm

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working on a dream…

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(Innocent children, Bethlehem: Canon 20D)

Today i bought Bruce Springsteen’s new album – it’s stunning, i want to blog about it, and i will, but not tonight, there are more pressing matters. The BBC still will not allow an humanitarian appeal to be broadcast so to ease the suffering of the innocent, and stop the ill and injured from dying – i watched the particular appeal in question, for international help, that the BBC deemed to be so so at odds to impartiality on Channel 4 tonight – please someone tell me why they believe this plea so damaging? for the life of god i don’t fucking know…. hey head of BBC – read this list of dead children – know you are adding to it you self-righteous sanctimonious bigot – i hope your 6 figure salary is worth it!!!!

Ibtihal Kechko Girl 10 
Ahmed Riad Mohammed Al-Sinwar Boy 3 
Ahmed Al-Homs Boy 18 
Ahmed Rasmi Abu Jazar Boy 16 
Ahmed Sameeh Al-Halabi Boy 18 
Tamer Hassan Al-Akhrass Boy 5 
Hassan Ali Al-Akhrass Boy 3 
Haneen Wael Mohammed Daban Girl 15 
Khaled Sami Al-Astal Boy 15 
alaat Mokhless Bassal Boy 18 
Aaed Imad Kheera Boy 14 
Abdullah Al-Rayess Boy 17 
Odai Hakeem Al-Mansi Boy 4 
Allam Nehrou Idriss Boy 18 
Ali Marwan Abu Rabih Boy 18 
Anan Saber Atiyah Boy 13 
Camelia Al-Bardini Girl 10 
Lama Talal Hamdan Girl 10 
Mohammed Jaber Howeij Boy 17 
Nimr Mustafa Amoom Boy 10 
29/12/2008 Ismail Talal Hamdan Boy 10 
Ahmed Ziad Al-Absi Boy 14 
Ahmed Youssef Khello Boy 18 
Ikram Anwar Baaloosha Girl 14 
Tahrier Anwar Baaloosha Girl 17 
Jihad Saleh Ghobn Boy 10 
Jawaher Anwar Baaloosha Girl 8 
Dina Anwar Baaloosha Girl 7 
Samar Anwar Baaloosha Girl 6 
Shady Youssef Ghobn Boy 12 
Sudqi Ziad Al-Absi Boy 3 
Imad Nabeel Abou Khater Boy 16 
Lina Anwar Baaloosha Girl 7 
Mohammed Basseel Madi Boy 17 
Mohammed Jalal Abou Tair Boy 18 
Mohammed Ziad Al-Absi Boy 14 
Mahmoud Nabeel Ghabayen Boy 15 
Moaz Yasser Abou Tair Boy 6 
Wissam Akram Eid Girl 14 
30/12/2008 Haya Talal Hamdan Girl 8 
31/12/2008 Ahmed Kanouh Boy 10 
Ameen Al-Zarbatlee Boy 10 
Mohammed Nafez Mohaissen Boy 10 
Mustafa Abou Ghanimah Boy 16 
Yehya Awnee Mohaissen Boy 10 
Ossman Bin Zaid Nizar Rayyan Boy 3 
Assaad Nizar Rayyan Boy 2 
Moaz-Uldeen Allah Al-Nasla Boy 5 
Aya Nizar Rayyan Girl 12 
Halima Nizar Rayyan Girl 5 
Reem Nizar Rayyan Boy 4 
Aicha Nizar Rayyan Girl 3 
Abdul Rahman Nizar Rayyan Boy 6 
Abdul Qader Nizar Rayyan Boy 12 
Oyoon Jihad Al-Nasla Girl 16 
Mahmoud Mustafa Ashour Boy 13 
Maryam Nizar Rayyan Girl 5 
01/01/2009 Hamada Ibrahim Mousabbah Boy 10 
Zeinab Nizar Rayyan Girl 12 
Sujud Mahmoud Al-Derdesawi Girl 10 
Abdul Sattar Waleed Al-Astal Boy 12 
Abed Rabbo Iyyad Abed Rabbo Al-Astal Boy 10 
Ghassan Nizar Rayyan Boy 15 
Christine Wadih El-Turk Boy 6 
Mohammed Mousabbah Boy 14 
Mohammed Iyad Abed Rabbo Al-Astal Boy 13 
Mahmoud Samsoom Boy 16 
Ahmed Tobail Boy 16 
Ahmed Sameeh Al-Kafarneh Boy 17 
Hassan Hejjo Boy 14 
Rajeh Ziadeh Boy 18 
Shareef Abdul Mota Armeelat Boy 15 
Mohammed Moussa Al-Silawi Boy 10 
Mahmoud Majed Mahmoud Abou Nahel Boy 16 
Mohannad Al-Tatnaneeh Boy 18 
Hani Mohammed Al-Silawi Boy 10 
01/01/2009 Ahmed Al-Meshharawi Boy 16 
Ahmed Khodair Sobaih Boy 17 
Ahmed Sameeh Al-Kafarneh Boy 18 
Asraa Kossai Al-Habash Girl 10 
Assad Khaled Al-Meshharawi Boy 17 
Asmaa Ibrahim Afana Girl 12 
Ismail Abdullah Abou Sneima Boy 4 
Akram Ziad Al-Nemr Boy 18 
Aya Ziad Al-Nemr Girl 8 
Ahmed Mohammed Al-Adham Boy 1 
Akram Ziad Al-Nemr Boy 13 
Hamza Zuhair Tantish Boy 12 
Khalil Mohammed Mokdad Boy 18 
Ruba Mohammed Fadl Abou-Rass Girl 13 
Ziad Mohammed Salma Abou Sneima Boy 9 
Shaza Al-Abed Al-Habash Girl 16 
Abed Ziad Al-Nemr Boy 12 
Attia Rushdi Al-Khawli Boy 16 
Luay Yahya Abou Haleema Boy 17 
Mohammed Akram Abou Harbeed Boy 18 
Mohammed Abed Berbekh Boy 18 
Mohammed Faraj Hassouna Boy 16 
Mahmoud Khalil Al-Mashharawi Boy 12 
Mahmoud Zahir Tantish Boy 17 
Mahmoud Sami Assliya Boy 3 
Moussa Youssef Berbekh Boy 16 
Wi’am Jamal Al-Kafarneh Girl 2 
Wadih Ayman Omar Boy 4 
Youssef Abed Berbekh Boy 10 
05/01/2009 Ibrahim Rouhee Akl Boy 17 
Ibrahim Abdullah Merjan Boy 13 
Ahmed Attiyah Al-Semouni Boy 4 
Aya Youssef Al-Defdah Girl 13 
Aya Al-Sersawi Girl 5 
Ahmed Amer Abou Eisha Boy 5 
Ameen Attiyah Al-Semouni Boy 4 
Hazem Alewa Boy 8 
Khalil Mohammed Helless Boy 12 
Diana Mosbah Saad Girl 17 
Raya Al-Sersawi Girl 5 
Rahma Mohammed Al-Semouni Girl 18 
Ramadan Ali Felfel Boy 14 
Rahaf Ahmed Saeed Al-Azaar Girl 4 
Shahad Mohammed Hijjih Girl 3 
Arafat Mohammed Abdul Dayem Boy 10 
Omar Mahmoud Al-Baradei Boy 12 
Ghaydaa Amer Abou Eisha Girl 6 
Fathiyya Ayman Al-Dabari Girl 4 
Faraj Ammar Al-Helou Boy 2 
Moumen Alewah Boy 9 
Moumen Mahmoud Talal Alaw Boy 10 
Mohammed Amer Abu Eisha Boy 8 
Mahmoud Mohammed Abu Kamar Boy 15 
Marwan Hein Kodeih Girl 6 
Montasser Alewah Boy 12 
Naji Nidal Al-Hamlawi Boy 16 
Nada Redwan Mardi Girl 5 
Hanadi Bassem Khaleefa Girl 13 
06/01/2009 Ibrahim Ahmed Maarouf Boy 14 
Ahmed Shaher Khodeir Boy 14 
Ismail Adnan Hweilah Boy 15 
Aseel Moeen Deeb Boy 17 
Adam Mamoun Al-Kurdee Boy 3 
Alaa Iyad Al-Daya Girl 8 
Areej Mohammed Al-Daya Girl 3 months 
Amani Mohammed Al-Daya Girl 4 
Baraa Ramez Al-Daya Girl 2 
Bilal Hamza Obaid Boy 15 
Thaer Shaker Karmout Boy 17 
Hozaifa Jihad Al-Kahloot Boy 17 
Khitam Iyad Al-Daya Girl 9 
Rafik Abdul Basset Al-Khodari Boy 15 
Raneen Abdullah saleh Girl 12 
Zakariya Yahya Al-Taweel Boy 5 
Sahar Hatem Dawood Girl 10 
Salsabeel Ramez Al-Daya Girl 6 months 
Sharafuldeen Iyad Al-Daya Boy 7 
Doha Mohammed Al-Daya Girl 5 
Ahed Iyad Kodas Boy 15 
Abdullah Mohammed Abdullah Boy 10 
Issam Sameer Deeb Boy 12 
Alaa Ismail Ismail Boy 18 
Ali Iyad Al-Daya Boy 10 
Imad Abu Askar Boy 18 
Filasteen Al-Daya Girl 5 
Kamar Mohammed Al-Daya Boy 3 
Lina Abdul Menem Hassan Girl 10 
Unidentified Boy 9 
Unidentified Boy 15 
Mohammed Iyad Al-Daya Boy 6 
Mohammed Bassem Shakoura Boy 10 
Mohammed Bassem Eid Boy 18 
Mohammed Deeb Boy 17 
Mohammed Eid Boy 18 
Mustafa Moeen Deeb Boy 12 
Noor Moeen Deeb Boy 2 
Youssef Saad Al-Kahloot Boy 17 
Youssef Mohammed Al-Daya Boy 1 
07/01/2009 Ibrahim Kamal Awaja Boy 9 
Ahmed Jaber Howeij Boy 7 
Ahmed Fawzi Labad Boy 18 
Ayman Al-Bayed Boy 16 
Amal Khaled Abed Rabbo Girl 3 
Toufic Khaled Al-Khahloot Boy 10 
Habeeb Khaled Al-Khahloot Boy 12 
Houssam Raed Sobeh Boy 12 
Hassan Rateb Semaan Boy 18 
Hassan Ata Hassan Azzam Boy 2 
Redwan Mohammed Ashoor Boy 10 
Suad Khaled Abed Rabbo Girl 6 
Samar Khaled Abed Rabbo Girl 2 
Abdul Rahman Mohammmed Ashoor Boy 12 
Fareed Ata Hassan Azzam Boy 13 
Mohammed Khaled Al-Kahloot Boy 15 
Mohammed Samir Hijji Boy 16 
Mohammed Fareed Al-Maasawabi Boy 16 
Mohammed Moeen Deeb Boy 17 
Mohammed Nasseem Salama Saba Boy 16 
Mahmoud Hameed Boy 17 
Hamam Issa Boy 1 
08/01/2009 Anas Arif Abou Baraka Boy 7 
Ibrahim Akram Abou Dakkka Boy 12 
Ibrahim Moeen Jiha Boy 15 
Baraa Iyad Shalha Girl 6 
Basma Yasser Al-Jeblawi Girl 5 
Shahd Saad Abou Haleema Girl 15 
Azmi Diab Boy 16 
Mohammed Akram Abou Dakka Boy 14 
Mohammed Hikmat Abou Haleema Boy 17 
Ibrahim Moeen Jiha Boy 15 
Matar Saad Abou Haleema Boy 17 
09/01/2009 Ahmed Ibrahim Abou Kleik Boy 17 
Ismail Ayman Yasseen Boy 18 
Alaa Ahmed Jaber Girl 11 
Baha-Uldeen Fayez Salha Girl 5 
Rana Fayez Salha Girl 12 
Rola Fayez Salha Girl 13 
Diyaa-Uldeen Fayez Salah Boy 14 
Ghanima Sultan Halawa Girl 11 
Fatima Raed Jadullah Girl 10 
Mohammed Atef Abou Al-Hussna Boy 15

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January 26, 2009 at 11:35 pm

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Hear Oh Israel!

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(moi with refugee children in the west bank – thankfully they still live, many in Gaza now do not… ‘Hear Oh Israel!!!!’ : Picture courtesy of my dear friend Evil Harv)

And the years teach much the days never knew…

 A good friend who I don’t speak with nearly enough sent this quote while back – i think it rests well here…. “Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” Aeschylus

Last weekend I was in London Town – the crazy gang who went to the West Bank re-located to look both forward and back – at the time Gaza was still subjected to war crimes… our beloved leader Garth read this letter from a comrade, a friend…. weep with me

From the valley of tears, from Gaza that is sinking in its blood, the blood that has strangled the joy in the hearts of one and a half million inhabitants, I send you this message of faith and hope.  But the message of love is imprisoned; choked in our throats as Christians; we do not venture to even say it to ourselves.  The priests of the Church today are raising hope as a banner, so that God will have mercy on us and have compassion on us and keep a remnant for himself in Gaza so that the light of Christ that was lit by Deacon Philip at the establishment of the church will not be extinguished but continue to shine in Gaza.  May Christ’s compassion revive our love for God even though it is currently in “intensive care”.

I announce to you from my heart as the father and priest, the death of the daughter of our school in Holy Family, the dear, Christine Wadi al-Turk, the first Christian to die in the war.  Christine was in the tenth grade in our school and she died this morning, Friday, January 2, 2009 as a result of fear and the cold. The windows in her home were open to protect the children from glass fragments and the missiles that pass above it.  The bombing that hit her neighbor’s home caused her whole body to shake in horror.   She could not bear all this, so she went to complain to her Creator about her situation and request a home and a refuge where there is no crying, screaming or wailing, but joy and happiness.

What you see on television and what you hear is not all of the harsh reality experienced by our people in Gaza.  The television and radio cannot transmit the whole truth because of its immensity in our land.  The bitter siege on Gaza has become a hurricane that is growing every hour until it has become a war crime, a crime against humanity.  If the people of Gaza are now presenting their tragedy to the court of conscience of every human, who has “goodwill”, the time to come is the time of God’s just court.

The children of Gaza and their parents are sleeping in the corridors of their home, if there are any, or in the toilets and bathrooms for their protection. They are trembling with fear at every voice, movement and bombardment and the heavy shelling of the F-16 planes.

It is true that these planes in most of their flights so far, have targeted the main government and Hamas headquarters, but all of these headquarters are near people’s homes, and are not more than 6 meters away, which is the legal distance between buildings.  Therefore, people’s homes have been severely damaged and many children have died because of this.       

Our children are living in a state of trauma and fear.  They are sick from it and for other reasons such as the lack of food, malnutrition, poverty and the cold…

As for the tragedies that are occurring in the hospitals, you can say what you like. These hospitals did not have basic first aid before the war and now thousands of the wounded and the sick are pouring into the hospitals and they are performing operations in the hospital corridors.  Many of them are sent to the Rafah crossing to Egypt, those who pass may not return as they die on the way and the situation of the people in the hospitals is frightening and sad.

I summarize my letter to you by lifting our suffering to God and to you.  Our people in Gaza are treated like animals in a zoo, they eat but remain hungry, they cry, but no one wipes their tears.  There is no water, no electricity, no food, but fear, terror and blockade … Yesterday the bakery refused to give me bread.  The reason being that the baker refused to feed me with flour that is not worthy of humans so that he will not disrespect my priesthood.  The good flour had finished, and what flour he had was inappropriate for human consumption.  I have avowed to not eat bread for the duration of this war.

We want you to raise your continuous prayers to God, and not to hold a mass or service without remembering the suffering of Gaza before God.  I am sending short messages from the Bible to our parishioners to increase the hope in their hearts.  We have all agreed to pray this prayer at the top of every hour: “O Lord of peace rain peace on us, O Lord of peace, grant peace to our land.  Have mercy, O Lord, on your people and do not keep us in enmity forever. Please stand with us now and sing this prayer with us.

Your prayers with us move the whole world and teach it that any love that is prevented from reaching your brothers and sisters in Gaza is not the love of Christ and the Church. The love of Christ and the Church does not recognize political and social barriers, wars and so on.  When your love reaches us, it makes us feel that we, in Gaza, are an integral part of the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church, and our Muslim brothers and sisters in our midst are our people and our destiny, we have what they have and we suffer like they do, we are all the people of Palestine.

In the midst of all this, our people in Gaza remain rejecting war as a means for peace and confirming that the road to peace is peace.  We in Gaza are steadfast and have resolution in our eyes: “between slavery and death, we have no choice.”   We want to live to praise the Lord in Palestine and witness for Christ, we want to live for Palestine, not die for it, but if death is imposed on us, we will die honest, brave and strong.

We  join you in your prayers so that Christ may give us His real peace, so that “The
wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the calf and the young lion together; and a little child shall lead them.

This is reality for those in gaza, sobering is not the word… again, BBC – what the fuck you playing at!?

 

 

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January 26, 2009 at 12:53 am

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Shame on you BBC

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(Occupation, Israel style – West Bank: Canon 20D)

How i wish it was last week when I could have marched – this is despicable! – this is about human suffering not fucking politics! Impartiality my arse! Am angry!

If the BBC was not tarnished enough by its coverage of 
Israel’s attack on Gaza — in the words of Tony Benn, “often
looking like a propaganda wing of the Zionist lobby” — its
decision yesterday to block an appeal for emergency aid to
Gaza would be reason enough for making the BBC a focus of our 
demonstration on Saturday 24 January.

While the media is now saturated with reports showing the
scale of Israel’s barbarism over the past three weeks and the 
humanitarian disaster it has created, and while the United
Nations, the Red Cross and all the other aid organisations
involved are saying that immediate emergency aid must be
rushed to Gaza, the BBC has blocked a joint appeal by a wide
range of organisations from being broadcast after all the main 
news programmes on every TV channel.

These emergency appeals to populations in desperate need of
aid have been organised frequently in the past 48 years and
not once in that time has one been blocked. It is agreed by
all the channels that a decision to support an aid appeal must 
be unanimous among the broadcasters and so the BBC’s decision 
not to agree scuppered the whole aid appeal, which it is
estimated would have raised at least £10 million — aid which 
would have been used immediately to help Palestinians in Gaza, 
now barely surviving in catastrophic conditions.

One in six buildings have been destroyed or badly damaged by
Israel’s bombs and missiles, many dead are buried underneath
and still being dug out, the country’s infrastructure has been 
destroyed, one million people have no electricity, half a
million people have no access to clean running water, the
hospitals are crammed with people who have suffered horrific
injuries without enough basic medical supplies for them to get 
the treatment they need.

A spokesperson for the organisations which wanted to broadcast 
the prime time appeal, said, “Agencies are already providing
food, drugs and blankets as well as delivering clean water.
But we will soon reach the limit of what we can do, without
more money.”

And the BBC’s response? “The decision was made because of
question marks about the delivery of aid in a volatile 
situation and also to avoid any risk of compromising public
confidence in the BBC’s impartiality in the context of news
story.”

This has nothing to do with “impartiality” – the appeal was
for humanitarian aid to a devastated people. How can you be
“impartial” about that? Either these people need the aid or
they don’t.

We have seen throughout these weeks of barbarism how Israel’s 
spin machine has been indulged by the BBC in particular. We
know, as the Guardian reported two weeks ago, that the BBC
management instructed its journalists to enable this to
happen. The result was Israeli spokespersons given frequent
opportunity to justify mass slaughter, including the deaths of 
over 400 children.

Our demonstration on Saturday assembles outside BBC
Broadcasting House. To register our disgust at the BBC’s
capitulation to Israel’s manipulation and intimidation of the 
media, we are asking protestors to bring children’s dolls,
wrapped if possible in white shrouds, to be laid on the steps 
of the BBC, as a memorial to the hundreds of children who died 
and as an act of solidarity with the Paletinians in Gaza
denied urgently needed aid because of BBC “impartiality”.

DEMONSTRATE FOR GAZA: SATURDAY 24 JANUARY
END THE BLOCKADE: STOP ALL ARMS SALES 
BRING THE WAR CRIMINALS TO JUSTICE
Assemble 2.00pm BBC Broadcasting House for rally
Portland Place, London W1A 1AA 
Nearest tubes: Great Portland Street or Regents park. 
March starts at 3.00 pm. Ends with rally in Trafalgar Square
4.30 pm.

BRING CHILDEN’S DOLLS WRAPPED IN WHITE SHROUDS TO LAY ON THE
STEPS OF THE BBC

BRING SHOES WITH MESSAGES TO GORDON BROWN INSIDE TO DELIVER AS 
WE MARCH PAST DOWNING STREET
Instead of banning all arms trade with Israel and breaking all 
diplomatic relations, Brown has offered to send the British
navy to help Israel tighten its blockade on Gaza.

MARCH ROUTE:
Assemble and rally Portland Place, March to Regent Street,
Piccadilly, Lower Regent Street, Trafalgar Square,
Northumberland Avenue, Embankment, Parliament, Downing Street, 
Trafalgar Square (End rally

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January 24, 2009 at 11:32 am

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In a dark time…disappointment with God

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(Storm: Canon 100)

For Centuries human beings have been haunted by fundamental questions. Who are we? Where did we come from? Where are we going? Is there a God? And more importantly if there is, how do we connect with that God? Theodore Roethke suggests to us that in a dark time the eye begins to see. For many of us the world may feel remarkably dark at the moment (though Obama has lifted the soul of many), and the idea that some deity may be ‘out there’ holding the ‘royal flush’ hand of life for us may seem a little distant. But in the same way a map never just shows you where you are, where you want to go, and how you get there, faith is more than just communicating verbally with a transcendent God. Faith evokes travel, exotic places and the allure of the unknown. The big question it seems is; do we deny ourselves the chance to hide from this?

Hope it seems is, in some sense, about how we invest universal spiritual acts and truths with particular meanings. In his painting, ‘Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?’ the artist Paul Gauguin seems to be wrestling between the often disorientating nature of human life and nihilistic despair. There is a wanderlust and disappointment in his questions which many of us will relate to. But here’s the thing. No-one truly understands ‘hope’ found in the light until they have had to remember it in the darkness. If the gospel is hope then it has to start reaching into those dark places we would rather not visit. Not just the geographic dark places; but those dark places of the soul where our resident demons and Pharisees cause havoc.

For within our humanity something Divine is at stake. It seems to me that God is hiding in our world and our task is to let the Divine emerge from our actions. Is it not true that all of us, at some time, have experienced moments in which we have sensed a mysterious ‘waiting’ for us? Maybe meaning is found in sensing that demand and responding to it in some way. This type of faith is essential for daily living. It is the courage and tenacity to move forward despite both darkness and disappointment. Leonard Cohn frames this concept beautifully when he suggests that, ‘there are cracks, cracks in everything; that’s how the light gets in.’ My mad (in a good way) friend Rabbi Niles Elliott Goldstein even goes as far as to suggest that ‘if God doesn’t exist in the shadows as well as in the light, then God doesn’t exist.’ And if that makes us feel uncomfortable then I suggest we return to the Psalms, particularly 139.

The truth is there are no easy answers when it comes to explaining dark times and disappointment – there may in fact be no answers at all, and the last thing I want is to dampen anyone’s faith, but I fear we may be missing the point. For if we yearn for the power of the prophets – their signs and wonders – then we yearn for the wrong thing. For if the prophets teach us anything, they teach us how to articulate aloud our disappointments, our big questions, when we feel abandoned by God. For in essence they deal with the apparent silence of God, and within that they also include God’s response to their own disappointment from dark times. Philip Yancey says that faith means believing in advance what will only make sense in reverse. So emphasising that in fact we don’t love God because of what God gives, but rather for whom God is, and the darkness is a defining part of that. Just maybe we need to spend less time thinking about what we see, and more time thinking about why we see it that way.

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January 23, 2009 at 5:33 am

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had to…

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(Trees who whisper: Canon 30D)

… share this bit of beauty

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles stand between us. It means that if we ever meet again, you will know me. It means that after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it’s your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m happy, it’s part of why I feel that way.

If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.

From one of the greatest storytellers of our generation; Frederick Buechner (praise be on his name) – ‘Listening to Your life’ Harper Books.

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January 21, 2009 at 11:16 am

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one angry canon…

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…but thankfully not a loose one!

I am taking a break from blogging, honestly, but for quite some time now I have wanted to put a few thoughts into words regarding what is happening in Gaza. My dear friend, and intrepid leader on the trip I took to the West Bank last October, Garth says all I want to express…take a look

He is normally such a meek figure… honest

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January 15, 2009 at 9:31 am

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faith in broken bones

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Er, to those who are awaiting replies to emails, to those who send their best my way, my apologies. My life is in a shit hole right now, and its personal stuff that involves those around me who are closest and they didn’t buy into this whole blog thing, so don’t deserve their pain out there for the world to read. I hope to be back but right now blogging is the furthest thing from my mind. 

This is a beautiful song from a beautiful man written for a man who, more than most, needed resurrection…I could do with some of that too. Thanks for your love and thoughts. I’ll be seeing you…I need to find some air that isn’t too angry to breath.

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?
If you’ve ever seen a one trick pony then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making his way down the street?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged dog then you’ve seen me

Then you’ve seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat?
If you’ve ever seen that scarecrow then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you’ve ever seen a one-armed man then you’ve seen me

Then you’ve seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

These things that have comforted me, I drive away
This place that is my home I cannot stay
My only faith’s in the broken bones and bruises I display

Have you ever seen a one-legged man trying to dance his way free?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged man then you’ve seen me

(Bruce Springsteen)

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January 14, 2009 at 9:39 am

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a year ago today…

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(Gareth, Martin and the beguiling Father O, Greenbelt 07: picture courtesy of Pip Wilson)

… we lost him – he went to a world within a world  - no longer could we touch him, but still his fragrance lingered on. In the words of Randy Newman; ‘When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful…. every hour we spent together lives within my heart.’ Whether you spent one hour or one thousand with John you were left with one abiding memory…beauty. 

Every now and then someone comes along whose life and words offer a deeper mystery: a sacramental presence even. John was one of those rare people, his words acting like invisible stepping-stones, holding a tenderness and a beauty of a time that most have forgotten, forming the texture of our soul by offering the broken beauty and fragrance of Gethsemane. Here’s what I mean:

On the death of the Beloved

Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or might or pain can reach you.

Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.

The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.

Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.

Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.

We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.

Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.

When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.

May you continue to inspire us:

To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.

John O’Donohue

I’m guessing heaven now smells of firewater and John is still taking God to task over one or two things…many miss you still John, Greenbelt, both sides of the pond and even our planet are poorer for your passing; you are still my friend and I miss that when I am in Ireland and at Gb you will not fill my life with big moments anymore. Love and thoughts especially though today go to Kristine… his heartbeat, his soul mate…

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January 3, 2009 at 5:16 am

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