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LIBYA Benghazi -- 14 May 2011 -- Since the Libyan revolution began in many of the liberated towns public artwork dipicting Colonal Gaddafi has began to appear like this image in Benghazi Libya. The images - which are a result of pent-up resentment against the hated Libyan dictator - are a ruthless satire of the bloody and violent regime which Col Gaddafi has used to repress the Libyan people for the past few decades -- Picture by Rory Mulholland | Lightroom Photos *Copy also available
Broderick–Terry duel happened adjacent to Lake Merced was fought between United States Senator David C. Broderick, of California, and ex-Chief Justice David S. Terry, of the Supreme Court of California, on September 13, 1859.
The two men had been friends and political allies, however Broderick was an abolitionist, whereas Terry was pro - slavery.
Intense political disagreements led to bitter resentments, which in turn led to a challenge to a duel and the fatal encounter.
The chosen weapons were two #Belgian .58 #caliber #pistols .
#Broderick was #unfamiliar with this type of #gun #mechanism, while #Terry, in contrast, spent the previous days #practicing with this #gun
LIBYA Benghazi -- 14 May 2011 -- Since the Libyan revolution began in many of the liberated towns public artwork dipicting Colonal Gaddafi has began to appear like this image in Benghazi Libya. The images - which are a result of pent-up resentment against the hated Libyan dictator - are a ruthless satire of the bloody and violent regime which Col Gaddafi has used to repress the Libyan people for the past few decades -- Picture by Rory Mulholland | Lightroom Photos *Copy also available
"You learn to #LOVE by LOVING." St. Francis de Sales
“Remove from your midst . . . malicious speech.” (Isaiah 58:9)
MEDITATION
“…Maybe you are struggling with unforgiveness or resentment. Or maybe a wound from your past continues to affect some of your relationships. Or maybe you just want what you want—and right away! Whatever the case, Jesus can help you. He can shine His light into your Heart and convince you that He has your life in His hands—so you don’t have to lash out. You don’t have to go on the attack or become extra defensive because Christ is more than capable of caring for you. He is more than able to heal your hurts and strengthen your Heart.
“We often think that Lent is a time when we do things for God. But it’s also a time when God wants to do things for us. So ask Him to help you put away unkind remarks and reactions. If you slip up, think about what may have caused you to act in that way. Then ask Jesus to Heal you—and Trust that He can.”
PRAYER
“Jesus, Heal my Heart so that I speak only words of Love, Encouragement, and Mercy.”
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Gateway Camp Verse
(Pin1) Ging1 Mahn4
Isaiah 62:10
What Dale instructed about going out of our way to treat the Mainland Chinese well resonated within me. To be sure, just as the Koreans have gone out of their way to bless me so I must step out to bless and to love my Mainland brethren.
After the first meeting, Ed and I wandered off campus and found inside a shopping mall a cha chaan teng where we had a late-night snack. And hardly had we tucked into our meals when in walked several dozen volunteers, all locals, who were overcome, it seemed, by the same munchies that infected Ed and me. It’s surprising how such a primal urge, at such a time, drives everyone to no less than the same, impossibly far location.
I thus far have met so many people that, had I not brought along my iPod, I would have already lost track of the multitudinous names flying around like fireflies at night, sparkling luminously one moment and then disappearing the next. And this is only the beginning: more and more people will arrive both today and tomorrow so I had better stay awake, alert, and writing.
I am working with a partner who really challenges me, and indeed that is why I chose to work with him. From the first words that came streaming out of his mouth, I knew he would be a special one, and as if to conifrm my conjecture, indeed, the more he spoke, the more confused I became. The challenge, I have realized after much ruminating, isn’t so much the pace of his speech as his choice of words, which fall outside a normal lexical range; that is, at least with me, when he talks, he doesn’t use familiar collocations to communicate; besides, he has an uncanny Tin Shui Wai accent; those, along with his amazing resistance to Chinglish, which impresses me, by the way, have made our communication tedious, since I am bombarded by peculiar lexical constructions that I generally never encounter in Cantonese conversation and must therefore stop our flow to clarify his speech. It’s too bad that he doesn’t speak English as I would love to hear how he structures ideas in my native language to determine whether or not this strange lexis has spilled over into his other modes of communication.
Regardless, in being with him, I have learned to be patient, and if I am truly to walk away from resentment, I must continue rather to engage him than to keep him at arm’s length. It helps us, then, that he is a congenial fellow, prone more to expressing love, much in the same way that I do by warmly grabbing a forearm or a shoulder, than to venting his frustration, which with me could certainly be great. He is verily a good guy, and so long as the Lord keeps him — I am sure Daddy will — Tin Shui Wai, that small patch of concrete moon colony, is in capable, faithful human hands.
Sau2 muhn6 je2
Mihng6 dihng6
Kyuhn4 lihk6
Lihk6 leuhng6
Chong3 yi3 adjective
Chong3 jouh6 verb
Romans 5:3-5
Not only so, but we rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us.
I cried this morning when I read these words, because they are true, and comfort my soul as water to a dry, parched land. However many times I’ve lamented this place and its people, I am still inextricably tied to this rock, per God’s will for my life; and God really is faithful in providing a way out not from this place but from these spiritual hindrances. These past few days, what with communication failures and fatigue setting in, I could have more easily give into my rationality, in defense of my weaknesses, than resisted this bait of satan. Thank God, hence, for the words which are like fuel for the refiner’s fire that burns up all my expectations, my pride and my flesh. I can survive, nay, rejoice, indeed, because of God, who, in me, day by day teaches me to suffer long with a smile.
This is what the gateway is all about, I believe: jumping head-first out of my comfort zone to confront the nations, for my brothers and sisters and I must face each other if we are to raise the banners together. Battling through enemy strongholds of mistrust ad resentment, we demolish carnal thoughts and dig deep in the Spirit for the unity that shall overcome as much language as culture; God, after all, is bigger, even, than the battlefield. In these ways can my brethren and I love each other as ourselves, as we shall be one in the Father, with audacious power and boldness laying hands on His kingdom which advances, in this kairos moment, over all of China, including, no doubt, Hong Kong. No longer will there be curses thrown upon the nations; but rather the river of life will flow through the city, and the leaves of the tree on each side of the river will be for the healing of the nations.
1) Welcoming the Father
2) Unifying the body
3) Partnering with the Chinese
4) Serving the city
5) Supporting the Chinese
Isaac and I have worked quite hard this morning, putting up signs all over campus, and as if to reward me for my assiduity, he offered to buy me a drink, an offer which I took up. Indeed, this man’s care and concern for others, genuine, doubtlessly, fills me with joy, for, to be sure, the joy of the lord is his strength. My friend is indefatigable, always encouraging and never slighting, no matter the circumstances, rain (that has happened a lot today) or shine. Praise God!
Much like my relationship with Isaac, my relationships with my other team members have improved considerably since, even, this morning’s briefing during which, the code-switching, happening too fast and too furiously for my comfort, vexed me so terribly that if Isaac had not put a generous arm around my shoulder immediately afterwards, I surely would have blown my top in frustration at the perplexing language option. Thankfully, my team and I settled our language arrangements: Isaac, Dorcas and I will intractably speak Cantonese to each other whereas my other group mates and I will use English with as little code-switching as possible; and I, along with Ed, no doubt, am satisfied. It’s best to avoid misunderstandings.
Lihng4 Mahn4 (soul)
Sihng4 jeung2
Muhng6 Seung2 (dreams)
The Lord’s mercies are new everyday. Just now, during the morning rally, by His Spirit, hundreds of brothers and sisters received a new anointing, to be spiritual mothers and fathers of a new generation so as to minister to the next. This outpouring of the Spirit was sudden, and so captivated me that when the call came to reap, I rushed to the front to ask my father for this anointing, and naturally, my life was transformed. In the same way, the pastor called up a new generation of spiritual children to receive the love, care and support of these new parents; and likewise, so many young men and women heeded this call that verily, the pit in front of the stage was soon awash in hugs and tears between generations that, once lost, were now found. Indeed, no sooner did these people embrace their father than Dad immediately swept them up in his strong arms and showered them with audacious encouragement and support. Praise God!
An Outburst
I was angry this morning during our team time. I temporarily lost my ability to be merciful and to live in God’s grace. When my team leader began to address me in English, yet again, I couldn’t help but berate him for doing so when Cantonese, I argued, would be a more economical medium of delivery. And then I compounded this already incendiary situation by ranting about the hypocrisy of Hong Kong being a gateway to China but not a gateway into its own neighborhoods teeming with Chinese people, 97% of whom, according to one of the pastors at this camp, do not know the Lord Jesus. Cantonese will matter, I posit, if anyone dares to take on the onerous mission in this vexing place.
To be sure, even my brother announced that language was a prohibitive barrier to closer relationships with these local people, and therefore, since he neither speaks Cantonese nor is going to give learning the language a go, he is relegated to the outer walls of the gates into Hong Kong.
In hindsight, I thought I cared enough about God’s purposes for me in Hong Kong, but I realize now that I still care a lot about myself, and resentment. Though I have prayed and declared boldly that God is bigger than language and culture, I know I don’t believe it; and that’s upsetting. For the time being, I don’t verily believe in my heart that I can have deeper, closer relationships with Chinese people without the benefit of language and culture, patterns of action.
OK. This is actually an opportune start for my spiritual parentship, for now I have an opportunity to put aside my very compelling arguments for the necessity of language and culture in deep and close relationships, these conclusions born out of my reason, and to step out in faith, to trust in the Lord who, I pray, will show me deep and close relationships sans language and culture, and with whom my deep and close relationship shall obviously be the key to this victory.
I’m thinking about events at this camp that heretofore demonstrated loving relationships without language and culture, and I recalled two acts: the first happened yesterday when I spontaneously joined a line of ushers to high-five and to cheer the audience as they flooded out of the auditorium, the morning rally having scarcely finished; and the second, this was my meeting Yao, a man from the Ivory Coast, whom I befriended in those first, fleeting, if not frantic moments before the opening rally on Friday evening. That encounter was immediate and sudden, neither words nor habits needed; Yao and I simply high-fived, hugged and sat beside each other; and wow, that was terrific companionship — praise God!
Finally, however hard my diatribe may have struck my team members’ hearts, my merciful group mates still forgave me, not only on an personal level, but also, as I had sought forgiveness on behalf of all foreigners who have ever cursed locals or stood passively outside the gateway, on a corporate level, thereby releasing countless non-Chinese people into the freedom of these Hong Kong people’s forgiveness; just as brothers and sisters had so recently been reconciled to each other in my church, so local and non-local people have received the others’ freedom of forgiveness; more than a homecoming, that, indeed, is a breakthrough.
In listening to this morning’s sermon, I hear such verses as I know God is speaking to me through His word. 2Corinthians 4:16-18, this scripture in particular carries a buoyant, hopeful currency in my heart. My spirit soaks in this divine revelation as a sponge soaks in water and thus becomes malleable, able to be formed and shaped according to its holder’s will: Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
Disagreeable
I don’t know why my brother and I undermine each others’ comments; why we no more know consensus than the deaf music. Our interactions have been especially abrasive recently since we have spent so much time together without the benefit of our other brother to act as a natural, vociferous buffer; and as a result we argue like pieces of sand paper being rubbed against flesh, which inevitably leads to significant soreness. I feel sore now.
I think back to my outburst this morning and can appreciate my role in this evening’s embarrassing outcome; I am certainly not without fault, for I choose these days not only to venture my opinions but to do so passionately, if not emotionally. People consequently who otherwise are phlegmatic at best are put in a discomfiting position by my impassioned pleas. Besides, I recall Interrupting my brother prolifically, which understandably would not make him a happy camper; just as a hyperactive child doesn’t know when to stop pestering his sibling, so I don’t know nowadays when to hold my tongue. Indeed, I would rather not respond at all to my brother, even after he has fired off his rejoinder, than to strike him down in mid-speech.
In view of this latest incident, I have resolved to take the former course of action. To be sure, I simply stopped our petty dispute about a stupid basketball game by, awkward as it was, taking out my book and perusing it as fixedly as my tattered mind would allow. I will try my best to stay away from my brother for a spell, to create physical and spiritual space between us, so hopefully, in this way at least one of us will be able to come to his senses about this matter; better yet, now would be an opportune time for our father in his mercy to reveal to us the fault lines in our flesh so that we could surrender these tremulous spots in our soul, crucifying them to the father for our healing and the redemption of our relationship. I will pray about this.
…Praise God. If I had not separated myself from my brother’s presence, I wouldn’t have been sitting at that bench at the exact moment when Isaac came over to me in a plaintive mood. Obviously upset, he had been so recently wronged, he lamented on the verge of tears. And at that, mercy swept over my countenance, for my brother felt as aggrieved as I did earlier; and this appointment, per God’s unfailing, obstinate love, had at last come for me, convicting me to be very, very agreeable, sympathetic and kind to my fellow long-suffering brother. In this instance, thank God, language did not matter so much as empathy, carrying each others’ burdens and thus fulfilling the rule of Christ. We prayed and blessed each other in Jesus’ name, and then boldly went forward into the rally.
I suspect the enemy has infiltrated our team what with my outbursts and Isaac’s failing out as evidence. My group mates and I must be more vigilant in prayer and in digging deep into the Father’s word if we are to overcome the spies in our camp that have planted incendiary devices in our mouths and in our hearts. We certainly need such encouragement as the Lord provides for the edification and encouragement of each other, even more so, in fact, in the face of adversity, despite our fatigue and other physical ills that befall us like a hail of arrows. In faith, I’m sure, faith will see us through; and per what the pastors exhorted at the rally, we will become as if the smooth stone in David’s sling, ready to fly into the air to crush the Goliath in this world.
Sihng4 jauh6 achievement
Ngwuih misunderstanding
Nggaai2 to misunderstand
Yuhn4 leuhng6 forgive
Gaan2syun2 chosen
The Security Guard
At the morning rally, a security guard left an indelible impression on my heart what with her showing of unconditional support and her proffering of words of encouragement, which like a waterfall fell in force and power over my friends and me. To my amazement, I first saw her out of the corner of my eye stepping out of her role as a security guard to pray as a spiritual parent to two spiritual children during the morning rally’s prayer time; there she was, clad in her blue uniform, laying hands on those weeping kids; finally, I had witnessed someone courageous enough to step out of that rule of law, her boundary in Hong Kong, to be bound to that which is ethereal, the rule of Christ to carry each others’ burdens. Later, as the audience passed through the exit, I had time to confirm her love for the Lord and at that, we broke into a torrent of encouragement and followed this with a flurry of picture-taking. Indeed, never have I stumbled upon such good will from a dragon security guard in HK so I am hopeful, therefore, that this is but the the start of a greater movement within that particular demon-worshipping core, that at this time, God is opening up the heavenly armory and placing his prayer warriors inside that particular stronghold in Hong Kong to demolish every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God and placing in its stead a profusion of love, gentleness and kindness. I look forward to the day when wisdom, and not languid stares, shall emanate from all the people who man the facilities in these universities.
Reconciliation
This is special. No sooner had Isaac and I stepped into the auditorium than we heard the plaintive cry of the mainland Chinese on the stage forgiving the Hong Kong people for their trespasses against their brethren from the north. A flurry of hugs, replete with a few tears, ensued. That was, as Dale announced from the stage, a delicious moment. Jesus must have been breaking out the good champagne in heaven for a rousing celebration in view of this victory.
Sex Talk – Part One
The kids finally received the sex talk this morning; a fiery pastor delivered the message which was as much shocking as informative; and gasps and wincing abounded in the audience.
While I have recently heard the sex talk at the men’s retreat, and have furthermore by God’s grace been inoculated against this particular area of struggle, it was nonetheless refreshing to hear the news, as shocking and as sensational as it was. I am willing, in addition, to believe that some of the atrocious acts that the pastor referenced, such as gruesome abortions and bizarre sexual acts, are more prevalent than my reason will believe, because my scope is limited by experience, but as the Father witnesses everything, if the Spirit has convicted this man and has told him that the world is heading closer and closer into the mouth of Jezebel in this way, I accept this. In fact, believing this is important if I am to be a good spiritual parent who will not only protect but educate the new generation from the prowling enemy that lurks these days, even, in our computers.
Prayer
The Holy Spirit fell over me this morning during my group’s team time. He convicted me to pray in Cantonese for the first time, and so I did without fear, those Chinese words pouring out of me as if perfume from an alabaster jar. Praise God: he is good; and this was the moment I have been waiting for.
I think about what happened, and am amazed at the Father’s favor; despite my critiques against this culture, and in spite of my recent lamentations, the Lord, ever faithfully, provided a way out under which I could stand and by which I could be protected from the bait of Satan. Little did I know that the escape route would, in fact, ironically, direct me to the very thing that heretofore has stood as an obstruction, a spiritual roadblock, in my mind.
A missionary on the stage just spoke into my life when she said about her experience learning Putonghua in China: the difficult part was not learning the language but learning to love those people as Jesus loves them. This will always be my mission, no matter where I am.
Keuhng4 jong3
Lai1 hei2 (pull up)
In the afternoon, my team had a reconciliation meeting during which, in small groups, each team member at last was given an opportunity to share alternately their joys and struggles. At that time, though having staved off an open rebuke for several days, I could no longer hold back this challenge to my small group: to step out in faith to be a gateway to the nations; and second, per the morning’s message, to on their guard against the sexually explicit, insidious media. I laid out my argument with much cogency, and such a response as I saw fit knocked my group mates into a stupor, because they certainly didn’t have much to say afterwards.
Oscillate between…and…
Vacillate…
Equivocated
Prevaricate
Sex Talk – Part Two
1) Jesus came to show us the Father; John1:18
2) Grace First, Truth Second; John 1:24:25; 16-18
Pahn4 mohng6 (hope)
Do you believe that Jesus can heal you? Then lay hands.
Dale and I are men who have shared similar struggles. His testimony is riveting.
Suddenly, I realized that this rally is, in fact, a continuation of yesterday morning’s sex talk, because we ended the previous rally praying more against the shame of abortion than against personal sexual immorality. Notionally, what is being discussed will enable people to really experience the love of the Father such that to change permanently our behavior. So when we are tempted:
1) Call for help; Romans 10:13
2) Escape Plan; 1Corinthians 10:13
Remember not to stand and rebuke the enemy with your own strength; move physically from the situation.
3) Run Away; 2Timothy 2:22
4) Into the Father’s Arms; Hebrews 4:14
I like this talk. This might be the first time that these young people get straight sex talk from their leaders; and there is no better time than now for these young people to break through in this particular area of struggle, just as the young men of SP broke through these obstinate barriers during our men’s retreat.
5) Confess and be Healed; James 5:16
I hope these young people find faithful accountability brothers and sisters in this service.
6) Walk in Transparent Accountable Relationships; 1John 1:7
7) Resist the Enemy; James 4:7
Emma Cons, a close friend and associate of Octavia Hill, is remembered primarily as a reformer of working-class recreation, which she thought indecent and unhealthy. An avid follower of the temperance movement, she believed alcohol consumption was closely linked to this problem. Cons believed she could address both issues at once through the establishment of “coffee taverns”—non-alcoholic public houses that served tea and coffee and offered various forms of “wholesome entertainment” for the city’s working population.
She formed the Coffee Music Hall Company in 1879 and leased the Victoria Theater (the “Old Vic”), renaming it the Royal Victoria Coffee Music Hall and organizing science lectures, musical performances and temperance meetings. Though Cons reported that the Hall was producing the desired social effect, the endeavor faced financial troubles from the start, and the coffee tavern movement as a whole was short-lived.
Emma Cons’s beliefs seem to align with those of Helen Bosanquet and the founders of Toynbee Hall: The elite must pass down their skills and values—and, as Cons would have it, their culture and religious tendencies—for the betterment of the poor. This was clearly a gendered approach to reform as well as a class-based one, since Victorian society placed morality and temparence largely within the province of women.
But Cons did not restrict her activities to the female sphere. In two business ventures she faced hostility from male competitors: once when her all-female watch engraving co-operative was forced to shut down as a result of routine sabotage, and again as the only woman hired by a stained glass company. She was not daunted by the prospect of doing men’s work, or of supervising men as a volunteer manager in Octavia Hill’s housing projects. Hill recalled, “I can visualise her now: mounting ladders, mixing colours, ordering and laughing at the men, who when too inexperienced, backward, or perhaps indolent, would show resentment at, or disinclination for the job, were made ashamed and also encouraged by seeing Miss Cons seize the brush and give an excellent lesson on distempering, painting or washing down.” Cons’s friend Henrietta Barnett would add that her very personality was at odds with defied expectations of early Victorian women: Cons spoke loudly; strode with broad rather than small steps; dressed “badly, really badly”; and questioned “the standards of conduct and thought accepted by past generations.”
In summary, Cons is an interesting example of the “New Woman.” She was socially and politically active in similar ways to her fellow female reformers, but she had cast off the customary definitions femininity that usually accompanied such activities.
Image:
• “1338.jpg.” Pre 1900. The Old Vic. Web. 22 April 2014.
Sources:
• Leighton, Judi. "Cons, Emma." Oxford Dictionary of National Biography. Oxford University Press. Web. 21 Apr. 2014. .
• Poole, Andrea G. Philanthropy and the Construction of Victorian Women's Citizenship. Toronto: U of Toronto, 2014. Google Books. Web. 23 Apr. 2014. .
BG Annual Conference 2018 | November 8–10 | ZK/U – Center for Arts and Urbanistics
ambient-revolts.berlinergazette.de
The growing interconnectedness of everyone and everything is transforming our world into an unprecedented techno-social environment. The boundaries between atmosphere and politics are being suspended; already, tiny ruptures can cause cascade-like repercussions – think of cyber-attacks or stock market crashes, right-wing resentment or hashtag-based protest. Such ambient revolts are increasingly driven by artificial intelligence (AI) – involving human interaction but seemingly beyond human oversight. Set against this backdrop, the conference poses the questions: What are the techno-social logics of both regressive and repressive tendencies? What are emancipatory movements up against? What potential do micro-political acts have in day-to-day life? What regulations of automated systems at the macro level will enable democracy to emerge in the age of AI? The Berliner Gazette conference will explore these questions in the context of performances, lectures and workshops.
More info: projekte.berlinergazette.de/ambient-revolts/
Photo taken by Norman Posselt (berlinergazette.de / cc by nc)
Französisch Buchholz in the Berlin borough of Pankow, is a district that developed from an earlier settlement in the 13th century and became known as Buchholz. It got its current name because numerous Huguenot families, religious refugees from France, settled here at the end of the 17th century.
By about 1750, the name Französisch Buchholz had become established and the village had become a popular destination for Berliner day trippers.
Because of anti-French resentment in the run-up to the First World War, the district changed its name to Berlin-Buchholz in 1913 and was incorporated into Greater Berlin in 1920.
At the end of the Second World War, Buchholz became part of the Soviet sector of Berlin. After reunification and with some local pressure, the district became Französisch Buchholz again on 30th May 1999, thus after 86 years, regaining its former name.
Indian Legends have a way of completely disappearing from public memory as living, breathing (sometimes fire-breathing!), three-dimensional characters who are both loved and loathed for what they are. They remain stuck somewhere on the firmament, like the stars, unreachable, unassailable, untouchable. It is considered blasphemous to even think of deconstructing their myth, equal in depravity to acknowledging one’s parents’ sex lives! As a result of which the things that one would have liked to say to them remain unsaid. Resentments and imagined slights grow and fester. Social hypocrisy demands that we, the acolytes, remain quiet. The pain of our rejection mellows with the years and then suddenly a day comes when we forget—the living person, the trappings that defined them, trivia that seemed so important then is completely forgotten. All that remains in our minds is an image of some demigod, performing superhuman feats.
Begum Akhtar, b. circa. 1914 - d. 1974, a legend in her own lifetime, is one such person on whom there is no available biography. A pioneer in the field of Indian light classical music, she helped popularize the traditional form of thumri and ghazal gayaki and took it to the concert level all over India and abroad. Thumri is a light classical form of music in which the stress is not laid so much on the purity of the raag as on the expression of emotions and “hav-bhav”. Begum Akhtar took this genre and treated it with her own special palette, and what emerged is a collection of some of the most sensuous and haunting melodies of the last century. Her music still sets the standard for connoisseurs of this genre to this day.
Unfortunately despite her talents, an entire generation of Indians has grown up listening to only gossip connected with Begum Akhtar’s life, be it the controversy surrounding the Nawab of Rampur or her other alleged affairs. There was never any credible source one could approach to clarify these juicy tales. Some of these stories have remained as they were, while many others have grown and acquired a life of their own, getting spicier in the retelling over the years until there is a sort of creative explosion of stories surrounding Ammi’s life. Many movies have already been made, borrowing generously from episodes in her life; many documentaries have questioned her rumoured affairs. Everyone has tried to prick at a festering wound, but no one has provided that healing touch.
This is what Shanti Hiranand has attempted in her memoirs; she has tried to heal. It is a book that will put to rest all pending issues, gaping discrepancies and obvious lies. It is a book that will hopefully provide a salve to all those open wounds surrounding Begum Akhtar’s persona. Shantiji has examined her beloved Ammi under the microscope of her never-ending love for her, as well as with the objective philosophical gaze of a woman who has had the distance of over 25 years without her. She may not necessarily tell all, but she has shown us a side of Begum Akhtar that was hitherto hidden in the dusty corridors of House No. 1, Havelock Road, Lucknow.
It is interesting how these two women from seemingly diverse backgrounds could come to such an exalted level of understanding between themselves, in times that were not very conducive to such social interactions. Shantiji belonged to an upper middle-class business family. She and her sisters had a liberal education and were used to a certain space and freedom to pursue their own passions, while Begum Akhtar lived within the cloistered environs of a typical feudal home in those days. On the one hand Shantiji was an austere Gandhian and Begum Akhtar was a person of deep indulgences. It is amazing that even Shantiji’s parents never stood in her way; they never stopped her from being with her ‘Ammi’. On the contrary on occasions it was Shantiji’s mother who encouraged her to follow her Guru right until the end.
BG Annual Conference 2018 | November 8–10 | ZK/U – Center for Arts and Urbanistics
ambient-revolts.berlinergazette.de
The growing interconnectedness of everyone and everything is transforming our world into an unprecedented techno-social environment. The boundaries between atmosphere and politics are being suspended; already, tiny ruptures can cause cascade-like repercussions – think of cyber-attacks or stock market crashes, right-wing resentment or hashtag-based protest. Such ambient revolts are increasingly driven by artificial intelligence (AI) – involving human interaction but seemingly beyond human oversight. Set against this backdrop, the conference poses the questions: What are the techno-social logics of both regressive and repressive tendencies? What are emancipatory movements up against? What potential do micro-political acts have in day-to-day life? What regulations of automated systems at the macro level will enable democracy to emerge in the age of AI? The Berliner Gazette conference will explore these questions in the context of performances, lectures and workshops.
More info: projekte.berlinergazette.de/ambient-revolts/
Photo taken by Norman Posselt (berlinergazette.de / cc by nc)
Twelfth century psalter, probably south German origin. SIMMONS GREENHILL, Eleanor (1954). The Child in the Trees. a Study of the Cosmological Tree in Christian Tradition. Pp. 323 - 371 in: Traditio (Studies in Ancient and Medieval History, Thought and Religion. New York, Fordham University Press) 10 (1954).
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The Medieval Review 03.01.17
Hourihane, Colum, ed. King David in the Index of Christian Art. Series: Index of Christian Art Resources, 11. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2002. Pp. xxvi, 438. $72.00 0-691-09546-9. ISBN: $37.50 0-691-09547-7.
Reviewed by: Prof. Dr. Michael Stolz. Universitdt Basel. M.Stolz-Hladky@unibas.ch
This book gives an excellent overview of the image of the biblical King David as presented in medieval art.
David's life is detailed with great care in the Old Testament (I Samuel 16-31, II Samuel, and I Chronicles). He is portrayed as a shepherd gifted with musical skills who is chosen and anointed by the prophet Samuel. Playing the harp, he lifts the spirits of the despondent king Saul, engaged in battles against the Philistines. David's military talent comes to light, as he defeats the mighty warrior Goliath with his sling. Initially, David is favored by Saul and his family, gaining both the friendship of Jonathan, Saul's son, and the love of Michal, Saul's daughter, whom he will marry. But later David is forced to escape the king's increasingly jealous resentment. After years in exile he moves back to Hebron, where he is proclaimed king of Judah, the most powerful of the tribes of Israel. In his forty years' kingship he shapes the future of Israel and makes Jerusalem his capital. However, David's success is also marked by transgression and decline. In adultery with Bathsheba he fathers the future king Solomon; and he has to withstand the revolt of his legitimate and favorite sun Absalom, who, against David's will, is killed in prosecution.
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LIBYA Benghazi -- 14 May 2011 -- Since the Libyan revolution began in many of the liberated towns public artwork dipicting Colonal Gaddafi has began to appear like this image in Benghazi Libya. The images - which are a result of pent-up resentment against the hated Libyan dictator - are a ruthless satire of the bloody and violent regime which Col Gaddafi has used to repress the Libyan people for the past few decades -- Picture by Rory Mulholland | Lightroom Photos *Copy also available
For Macro Mondays theme "Songs"
"Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division
When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again
Couldn't I choose anything current?? Guess not!!
BG Annual Conference 2018 | November 8–10 | ZK/U – Center for Arts and Urbanistics
ambient-revolts.berlinergazette.de
The growing interconnectedness of everyone and everything is transforming our world into an unprecedented techno-social environment. The boundaries between atmosphere and politics are being suspended; already, tiny ruptures can cause cascade-like repercussions – think of cyber-attacks or stock market crashes, right-wing resentment or hashtag-based protest. Such ambient revolts are increasingly driven by artificial intelligence (AI) – involving human interaction but seemingly beyond human oversight. Set against this backdrop, the conference poses the questions: What are the techno-social logics of both regressive and repressive tendencies? What are emancipatory movements up against? What potential do micro-political acts have in day-to-day life? What regulations of automated systems at the macro level will enable democracy to emerge in the age of AI? The Berliner Gazette conference will explore these questions in the context of performances, lectures and workshops.
More info: projekte.berlinergazette.de/ambient-revolts/
Photo taken by Norman Posselt (berlinergazette.de / cc by nc)
LIBYA Benghazi -- 14 May 2011 -- Since the Libyan revolution began in many of the liberated towns public artwork dipicting Colonal Gaddafi has began to appear like this image in Benghazi Libya. The images - which are a result of pent-up resentment against the hated Libyan dictator - are a ruthless satire of the bloody and violent regime which Col Gaddafi has used to repress the Libyan people for the past few decades -- Picture by Rory Mulholland | Lightroom Photos *Copy also available
The Pershing County Courthouse in Lovelock, Nevada is a Classical Revival building built in 1920-21. The courthouse's plan is hexagonal with a circular dome over the central circular courtroom. The building was designed by Frederic Joseph DeLongchamps, who had previously designed six other Nevada courthouses. DeLongchamps was involved in the design of a new courthouse for Humboldt County, where the old courthouse had burned. As a result of resentment over assessments for the replacement in Winnemucca, the new Pershing County was created from part of Humboldt County and its seat established in Lovelock. DeLongchamps, as Supervising Architect for the State of Nevada, undertook the new Lovelock courthouse.
The courthouse features a shallow Ionic portico on a raised basement backed by a plain rectangular mass. Behind this is the hexagonal main body of the courthouse, built with curving walls. A shallow dome, reminiscent of Thomas Jefferson's University of Virginia Library, crowns the central courtroom. The primary building materials are brick with stone trim and terra cotta detailing. Construction cost amounted to $99,138.68.
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Some groups of people felt that Zionism is behind corporate greed through manipulation of media that is part of their master plan to control your thoughts.
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My last living grandparent has passed away. This is my Dad's father (Grandpa on left, dad on right). He was 87 years old.
It's a long complicated story, but here's part of it: My Grandpa left my Grandma many years ago, with 3 children and went off to start a new life with a new family elsewhere. My Grandmother was a saint and was so devastated she never remarried. Grandpa had 3 wives in his lifetime and several families. We saw him off and on over the years...but never enough. His new wife didn't want to share him with us. Despite all that happened, I always did love him. I always wished I could see him again...but somehow we didn't fit into his new life.....the visits eventually stopped.
His new wife never even called our family to tell us he was ill...or that he died. My sister read about it in the paper and emailed me. We are all going through a range of emotions...hurt, pain, sadness, anger, resentment, guilt.
My family went to the funeral today. I couldn't because it is over 300 miles away. I wish so badly that I could be there with them now.
If you are reading this, say a prayer for us. Thanks....
LIBYA Benghazi -- 14 May 2011 -- Since the Libyan revolution began in many of the liberated towns public artwork dipicting Colonal Gaddafi has began to appear like this image in Benghazi Libya. The images - which are a result of pent-up resentment against the hated Libyan dictator - are a ruthless satire of the bloody and violent regime which Col Gaddafi has used to repress the Libyan people for the past few decades -- Picture by Rory Mulholland | Lightroom Photos *Copy also available
Joseph Hooker (November 13, 1814 – October 31, 1879) was a career United States Army officer, achieving the rank of major general in the Union Army during the American Civil War. Although he served throughout the war, usually with distinction, Hooker is best remembered for his stunning defeat by Confederate General Robert E. Lee at the Battle of Chancellorsville in 1863.
After the war, he served as assistant adjutant general of the Pacific Division, but resigned his commission in 1853; his military reputation had been damaged when he testified against his former commander, General Scott, in the court-martial for insubordination of Gideon Pillow.
At the start of the war, Hooker requested a commission, but his first application was rejected, possibly because of the lingering resentment harbored by Winfield Scott, general-in-chief of the Army. He had to borrow money to make the trip east from California. After he witnessed the Union Army defeat at the First Battle of Bull Run, he wrote a letter to President Abraham Lincoln that complained of military mismanagement, promoted his own qualifications, and again requested a commission. He was appointed, in August 1861, as brigadier general of volunteers to rank from May 17. He commanded a brigade and then division around Washington, D.C., as part of the effort to organize and train the new Army of the Potomac, under Maj. Gen. George B. McClellan.
Read more about Joseph Hooker. (Wikipedia)
Conception
""" The conception of this monument is based on the idea of a great Formal and symbolic purity expressed in a Portico of Considerable Dimensions integrating the Bom Sucesso Fortress.
This Symplicity is aimed at favouring a consensus in what concern the respect and glorification of the values this monument contemplates and preventing potential wounding of Susceptibilities or divisions that might occur with more elaborated sculptural or architectonic forms.
The sculpting of the frontal face of this monument intends to humanize the coldness of its geometry and also direct the attention towards the centre, where the flame of the nation is placed.
In the water of the lake, wich symbolizes the distance and separation of the combatants from home and family, points of movement and sound can be placed, thus bringing life to the monument and creating a restful sorrounding atmosphere on the stone for the homage there is only the inscription "to the overseas combatants".
This project shows a "unitive" character in its intention of favouring or contributing to the unification of all the peoples involved in the overseas war, without constraint or resentment, but fully recognizing the historic and cultural reality, wich they all together established in the World """"
Executive Commision
Combatants League
History Society of the Independence of Portugal
Association of Disabled Military
Association of the Portuguese Air Force
Cavalry tactics evolved somewhat in the Civil War. The use of the classic cavalry saber decreased drastically. As John Mosby, one of the most celebrated cavalrymen of the Confederacy put it, "the only real use I ever heard of their [sabers] being put to was to hold a piece of meat over the fire for frying."
Cavalrymen led safer, less Spartan lives than their Infantry counterparts. This, combined with natural intra-service rivalries, led to a general resentment amongst the infantry for the cavalry. One Union soldier went so far as to describe the cavalry as "vampyres hanging on the infantry--doing but little fighting but first in for the spoils."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civil_war_cavalry
Davis, William C. Rebels and Yankees: The Fighting Men of the Civil War. New York: Smithmark, 1991.
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I need to forgive and forget. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'm ready for you to be back in my life, if you want. I want you back. Truth is, I've always wanted you. Please.
June 15th Saturday - Took a little trip out in the car, and spotted an old closed down church. Of course me being a graveyard fanatic, I had to go and visit. Inside there were a few chickens and a cock milling around. It's kept in a lovely condition despite being closed.
For some reason this view reminded me of Joy Divisions song 'Love Will Tear Us Apart' hence me changing it to black & white.
"When routine bites hard and ambitions are low And resentment rides high but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold turned away on your side? Is my timing that flawed our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
But love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep all my failings exposed? And there's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold Is it something so good just can't function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again Love, love will tear us apart again"
via
Opposites attract — it’s true — but that doesn’t always make life easy. If one of you is a neat freak and the other, well, less so, resentment can soon start to simmer. Before you know it, the wet towel on the bed, those discarded socks next to the laundry hamper or that ever-present clutter by the front...
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I'm fucking pissed that instead of dying you lost your mind. I looked up to you in every way, and all I wanted was to be as cool as my popular older brother. Now, you're just a shell of your former self. You're my brother, but I don't know you. You were my best friend for 20 years, and now I don't feel comfortable speaking to you. When I look into your eyes I feel resentment, sadness, and guilt. Not only did I lose you to schizophrenia, but if I ever express any emotion besides compassion for you, I'm seen as a monster. How dare I be angry at someone who had to go through such a traumatic experience? I agree, I'm selfish and out of line. That being said, I'm fucking traumatized too. I need help too, but you're already too much of a burden for our family. There's no way I can expect mom and dad to take care of you AND console me. I love you with my entire heart. That's why it breaks. I understand the pain you live with everyday, and that's why I quietly suffer. But GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, why did you do this to me? I trusted you.
LIBYA Benghazi -- 14 May 2011 -- Since the Libyan revolution began in many of the liberated towns public artwork dipicting Colonal Gaddafi has began to appear like this image in Benghazi Libya. The images - which are a result of pent-up resentment against the hated Libyan dictator - are a ruthless satire of the bloody and violent regime which Col Gaddafi has used to repress the Libyan people for the past few decades -- Picture by Rory Mulholland | Lightroom Photos *Copy also available
When the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Gateway Camp Verse
(Pin1) Ging1 Mahn4
Isaiah 62:10
What Dale instructed about going out of our way to treat the Mainland Chinese well resonated within me. To be sure, just as the Koreans have gone out of their way to bless me so I must step out to bless and to love my Mainland brethren.
After the first meeting, Ed and I wandered off campus and found inside a shopping mall a cha chaan teng where we had a late-night snack. And hardly had we tucked into our meals when in walked several dozen volunteers, all locals, who were overcome, it seemed, by the same munchies that infected Ed and me. It’s surprising how such a primal urge, at such a time, drives everyone to no less than the same, impossibly far location.
I thus far have met so many people that, had I not brought along my iPod, I would have already lost track of the multitudinous names flying around like fireflies at night, sparkling luminously one moment and then disappearing the next. And this is only the beginning: more and more people will arrive both today and tomorrow so I had better stay awake, alert, and writing.
I am working with a partner who really challenges me, and indeed that is why I chose to work with him. From the first words that came streaming out of his mouth, I knew he would be a special one, and as if to conifrm my conjecture, indeed, the more he spoke, the more confused I became. The challenge, I have realized after much ruminating, isn’t so much the pace of his speech as his choice of words, which fall outside a normal lexical range; that is, at least with me, when he talks, he doesn’t use familiar collocations to communicate; besides, he has an uncanny Tin Shui Wai accent; those, along with his amazing resistance to Chinglish, which impresses me, by the way, have made our communication tedious, since I am bombarded by peculiar lexical constructions that I generally never encounter in Cantonese conversation and must therefore stop our flow to clarify his speech. It’s too bad that he doesn’t speak English as I would love to hear how he structures ideas in my native language to determine whether or not this strange lexis has spilled over into his other modes of communication.
Regardless, in being with him, I have learned to be patient, and if I am truly to walk away from resentment, I must continue rather to engage him than to keep him at arm’s length. It helps us, then, that he is a congenial fellow, prone more to expressing love, much in the same way that I do by warmly grabbing a forearm or a shoulder, than to venting his frustration, which with me could certainly be great. He is verily a good guy, and so long as the Lord keeps him — I am sure Daddy will — Tin Shui Wai, that small patch of concrete moon colony, is in capable, faithful human hands.
Sau2 muhn6 je2
Mihng6 dihng6
Kyuhn4 lihk6
Lihk6 leuhng6
Chong3 yi3 adjective
Chong3 jouh6 verb
Romans 5:3-5
Not only so, but we rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us.
I cried this morning when I read these words, because they are true, and comfort my soul as water to a dry, parched land. However many times I’ve lamented this place and its people, I am still inextricably tied to this rock, per God’s will for my life; and God really is faithful in providing a way out not from this place but from these spiritual hindrances. These past few days, what with communication failures and fatigue setting in, I could have more easily give into my rationality, in defense of my weaknesses, than resisted this bait of satan. Thank God, hence, for the words which are like fuel for the refiner’s fire that burns up all my expectations, my pride and my flesh. I can survive, nay, rejoice, indeed, because of God, who, in me, day by day teaches me to suffer long with a smile.
This is what the gateway is all about, I believe: jumping head-first out of my comfort zone to confront the nations, for my brothers and sisters and I must face each other if we are to raise the banners together. Battling through enemy strongholds of mistrust ad resentment, we demolish carnal thoughts and dig deep in the Spirit for the unity that shall overcome as much language as culture; God, after all, is bigger, even, than the battlefield. In these ways can my brethren and I love each other as ourselves, as we shall be one in the Father, with audacious power and boldness laying hands on His kingdom which advances, in this kairos moment, over all of China, including, no doubt, Hong Kong. No longer will there be curses thrown upon the nations; but rather the river of life will flow through the city, and the leaves of the tree on each side of the river will be for the healing of the nations.
1) Welcoming the Father
2) Unifying the body
3) Partnering with the Chinese
4) Serving the city
5) Supporting the Chinese
Isaac and I have worked quite hard this morning, putting up signs all over campus, and as if to reward me for my assiduity, he offered to buy me a drink, an offer which I took up. Indeed, this man’s care and concern for others, genuine, doubtlessly, fills me with joy, for, to be sure, the joy of the lord is his strength. My friend is indefatigable, always encouraging and never slighting, no matter the circumstances, rain (that has happened a lot today) or shine. Praise God!
Much like my relationship with Isaac, my relationships with my other team members have improved considerably since, even, this morning’s briefing during which, the code-switching, happening too fast and too furiously for my comfort, vexed me so terribly that if Isaac had not put a generous arm around my shoulder immediately afterwards, I surely would have blown my top in frustration at the perplexing language option. Thankfully, my team and I settled our language arrangements: Isaac, Dorcas and I will intractably speak Cantonese to each other whereas my other group mates and I will use English with as little code-switching as possible; and I, along with Ed, no doubt, am satisfied. It’s best to avoid misunderstandings.
Lihng4 Mahn4 (soul)
Sihng4 jeung2
Muhng6 Seung2 (dreams)
The Lord’s mercies are new everyday. Just now, during the morning rally, by His Spirit, hundreds of brothers and sisters received a new anointing, to be spiritual mothers and fathers of a new generation so as to minister to the next. This outpouring of the Spirit was sudden, and so captivated me that when the call came to reap, I rushed to the front to ask my father for this anointing, and naturally, my life was transformed. In the same way, the pastor called up a new generation of spiritual children to receive the love, care and support of these new parents; and likewise, so many young men and women heeded this call that verily, the pit in front of the stage was soon awash in hugs and tears between generations that, once lost, were now found. Indeed, no sooner did these people embrace their father than Dad immediately swept them up in his strong arms and showered them with audacious encouragement and support. Praise God!
An Outburst
I was angry this morning during our team time. I temporarily lost my ability to be merciful and to live in God’s grace. When my team leader began to address me in English, yet again, I couldn’t help but berate him for doing so when Cantonese, I argued, would be a more economical medium of delivery. And then I compounded this already incendiary situation by ranting about the hypocrisy of Hong Kong being a gateway to China but not a gateway into its own neighborhoods teeming with Chinese people, 97% of whom, according to one of the pastors at this camp, do not know the Lord Jesus. Cantonese will matter, I posit, if anyone dares to take on the onerous mission in this vexing place.
To be sure, even my brother announced that language was a prohibitive barrier to closer relationships with these local people, and therefore, since he neither speaks Cantonese nor is going to give learning the language a go, he is relegated to the outer walls of the gates into Hong Kong.
In hindsight, I thought I cared enough about God’s purposes for me in Hong Kong, but I realize now that I still care a lot about myself, and resentment. Though I have prayed and declared boldly that God is bigger than language and culture, I know I don’t believe it; and that’s upsetting. For the time being, I don’t verily believe in my heart that I can have deeper, closer relationships with Chinese people without the benefit of language and culture, patterns of action.
OK. This is actually an opportune start for my spiritual parentship, for now I have an opportunity to put aside my very compelling arguments for the necessity of language and culture in deep and close relationships, these conclusions born out of my reason, and to step out in faith, to trust in the Lord who, I pray, will show me deep and close relationships sans language and culture, and with whom my deep and close relationship shall obviously be the key to this victory.
I’m thinking about events at this camp that heretofore demonstrated loving relationships without language and culture, and I recalled two acts: the first happened yesterday when I spontaneously joined a line of ushers to high-five and to cheer the audience as they flooded out of the auditorium, the morning rally having scarcely finished; and the second, this was my meeting Yao, a man from the Ivory Coast, whom I befriended in those first, fleeting, if not frantic moments before the opening rally on Friday evening. That encounter was immediate and sudden, neither words nor habits needed; Yao and I simply high-fived, hugged and sat beside each other; and wow, that was terrific companionship — praise God!
Finally, however hard my diatribe may have struck my team members’ hearts, my merciful group mates still forgave me, not only on an personal level, but also, as I had sought forgiveness on behalf of all foreigners who have ever cursed locals or stood passively outside the gateway, on a corporate level, thereby releasing countless non-Chinese people into the freedom of these Hong Kong people’s forgiveness; just as brothers and sisters had so recently been reconciled to each other in my church, so local and non-local people have received the others’ freedom of forgiveness; more than a homecoming, that, indeed, is a breakthrough.
In listening to this morning’s sermon, I hear such verses as I know God is speaking to me through His word. 2Corinthians 4:16-18, this scripture in particular carries a buoyant, hopeful currency in my heart. My spirit soaks in this divine revelation as a sponge soaks in water and thus becomes malleable, able to be formed and shaped according to its holder’s will: Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
Disagreeable
I don’t know why my brother and I undermine each others’ comments; why we no more know consensus than the deaf music. Our interactions have been especially abrasive recently since we have spent so much time together without the benefit of our other brother to act as a natural, vociferous buffer; and as a result we argue like pieces of sand paper being rubbed against flesh, which inevitably leads to significant soreness. I feel sore now.
I think back to my outburst this morning and can appreciate my role in this evening’s embarrassing outcome; I am certainly not without fault, for I choose these days not only to venture my opinions but to do so passionately, if not emotionally. People consequently who otherwise are phlegmatic at best are put in a discomfiting position by my impassioned pleas. Besides, I recall Interrupting my brother prolifically, which understandably would not make him a happy camper; just as a hyperactive child doesn’t know when to stop pestering his sibling, so I don’t know nowadays when to hold my tongue. Indeed, I would rather not respond at all to my brother, even after he has fired off his rejoinder, than to strike him down in mid-speech.
In view of this latest incident, I have resolved to take the former course of action. To be sure, I simply stopped our petty dispute about a stupid basketball game by, awkward as it was, taking out my book and perusing it as fixedly as my tattered mind would allow. I will try my best to stay away from my brother for a spell, to create physical and spiritual space between us, so hopefully, in this way at least one of us will be able to come to his senses about this matter; better yet, now would be an opportune time for our father in his mercy to reveal to us the fault lines in our flesh so that we could surrender these tremulous spots in our soul, crucifying them to the father for our healing and the redemption of our relationship. I will pray about this.
…Praise God. If I had not separated myself from my brother’s presence, I wouldn’t have been sitting at that bench at the exact moment when Isaac came over to me in a plaintive mood. Obviously upset, he had been so recently wronged, he lamented on the verge of tears. And at that, mercy swept over my countenance, for my brother felt as aggrieved as I did earlier; and this appointment, per God’s unfailing, obstinate love, had at last come for me, convicting me to be very, very agreeable, sympathetic and kind to my fellow long-suffering brother. In this instance, thank God, language did not matter so much as empathy, carrying each others’ burdens and thus fulfilling the rule of Christ. We prayed and blessed each other in Jesus’ name, and then boldly went forward into the rally.
I suspect the enemy has infiltrated our team what with my outbursts and Isaac’s failing out as evidence. My group mates and I must be more vigilant in prayer and in digging deep into the Father’s word if we are to overcome the spies in our camp that have planted incendiary devices in our mouths and in our hearts. We certainly need such encouragement as the Lord provides for the edification and encouragement of each other, even more so, in fact, in the face of adversity, despite our fatigue and other physical ills that befall us like a hail of arrows. In faith, I’m sure, faith will see us through; and per what the pastors exhorted at the rally, we will become as if the smooth stone in David’s sling, ready to fly into the air to crush the Goliath in this world.
Sihng4 jauh6 achievement
Ngwuih misunderstanding
Nggaai2 to misunderstand
Yuhn4 leuhng6 forgive
Gaan2syun2 chosen
The Security Guard
At the morning rally, a security guard left an indelible impression on my heart what with her showing of unconditional support and her proffering of words of encouragement, which like a waterfall fell in force and power over my friends and me. To my amazement, I first saw her out of the corner of my eye stepping out of her role as a security guard to pray as a spiritual parent to two spiritual children during the morning rally’s prayer time; there she was, clad in her blue uniform, laying hands on those weeping kids; finally, I had witnessed someone courageous enough to step out of that rule of law, her boundary in Hong Kong, to be bound to that which is ethereal, the rule of Christ to carry each others’ burdens. Later, as the audience passed through the exit, I had time to confirm her love for the Lord and at that, we broke into a torrent of encouragement and followed this with a flurry of picture-taking. Indeed, never have I stumbled upon such good will from a dragon security guard in HK so I am hopeful, therefore, that this is but the the start of a greater movement within that particular demon-worshipping core, that at this time, God is opening up the heavenly armory and placing his prayer warriors inside that particular stronghold in Hong Kong to demolish every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God and placing in its stead a profusion of love, gentleness and kindness. I look forward to the day when wisdom, and not languid stares, shall emanate from all the people who man the facilities in these universities.
Reconciliation
This is special. No sooner had Isaac and I stepped into the auditorium than we heard the plaintive cry of the mainland Chinese on the stage forgiving the Hong Kong people for their trespasses against their brethren from the north. A flurry of hugs, replete with a few tears, ensued. That was, as Dale announced from the stage, a delicious moment. Jesus must have been breaking out the good champagne in heaven for a rousing celebration in view of this victory.
Sex Talk – Part One
The kids finally received the sex talk this morning; a fiery pastor delivered the message which was as much shocking as informative; and gasps and wincing abounded in the audience.
While I have recently heard the sex talk at the men’s retreat, and have furthermore by God’s grace been inoculated against this particular area of struggle, it was nonetheless refreshing to hear the news, as shocking and as sensational as it was. I am willing, in addition, to believe that some of the atrocious acts that the pastor referenced, such as gruesome abortions and bizarre sexual acts, are more prevalent than my reason will believe, because my scope is limited by experience, but as the Father witnesses everything, if the Spirit has convicted this man and has told him that the world is heading closer and closer into the mouth of Jezebel in this way, I accept this. In fact, believing this is important if I am to be a good spiritual parent who will not only protect but educate the new generation from the prowling enemy that lurks these days, even, in our computers.
Prayer
The Holy Spirit fell over me this morning during my group’s team time. He convicted me to pray in Cantonese for the first time, and so I did without fear, those Chinese words pouring out of me as if perfume from an alabaster jar. Praise God: he is good; and this was the moment I have been waiting for.
I think about what happened, and am amazed at the Father’s favor; despite my critiques against this culture, and in spite of my recent lamentations, the Lord, ever faithfully, provided a way out under which I could stand and by which I could be protected from the bait of Satan. Little did I know that the escape route would, in fact, ironically, direct me to the very thing that heretofore has stood as an obstruction, a spiritual roadblock, in my mind.
A missionary on the stage just spoke into my life when she said about her experience learning Putonghua in China: the difficult part was not learning the language but learning to love those people as Jesus loves them. This will always be my mission, no matter where I am.
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Lai1 hei2 (pull up)
In the afternoon, my team had a reconciliation meeting during which, in small groups, each team member at last was given an opportunity to share alternately their joys and struggles. At that time, though having staved off an open rebuke for several days, I could no longer hold back this challenge to my small group: to step out in faith to be a gateway to the nations; and second, per the morning’s message, to on their guard against the sexually explicit, insidious media. I laid out my argument with much cogency, and such a response as I saw fit knocked my group mates into a stupor, because they certainly didn’t have much to say afterwards.
Oscillate between…and…
Vacillate…
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Prevaricate
Sex Talk – Part Two
1) Jesus came to show us the Father; John1:18
2) Grace First, Truth Second; John 1:24:25; 16-18
Pahn4 mohng6 (hope)
Do you believe that Jesus can heal you? Then lay hands.
Dale and I are men who have shared similar struggles. His testimony is riveting.
Suddenly, I realized that this rally is, in fact, a continuation of yesterday morning’s sex talk, because we ended the previous rally praying more against the shame of abortion than against personal sexual immorality. Notionally, what is being discussed will enable people to really experience the love of the Father such that to change permanently our behavior. So when we are tempted:
1) Call for help; Romans 10:13
2) Escape Plan; 1Corinthians 10:13
Remember not to stand and rebuke the enemy with your own strength; move physically from the situation.
3) Run Away; 2Timothy 2:22
4) Into the Father’s Arms; Hebrews 4:14
I like this talk. This might be the first time that these young people get straight sex talk from their leaders; and there is no better time than now for these young people to break through in this particular area of struggle, just as the young men of SP broke through these obstinate barriers during our men’s retreat.
5) Confess and be Healed; James 5:16
I hope these young people find faithful accountability brothers and sisters in this service.
6) Walk in Transparent Accountable Relationships; 1John 1:7
7) Resist the Enemy; James 4:7
Broderick–Terry duel happened adjacent to Lake Merced was fought between United States Senator David C. Broderick, of California, and ex-Chief Justice David S. Terry, of the Supreme Court of California, on September 13, 1859.
The two men had been friends and political allies, however Broderick was an abolitionist, whereas Terry was pro - slavery.
Intense political disagreements led to bitter resentments, which in turn led to a challenge to a duel and the fatal encounter.
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I do mean field. The swans occupy the fields of Ærø in the winter time. Much to my delight and the local farmer's resentment. Here's a very decorative Whooper swan.
Broderick–Terry duel happened adjacent to Lake Merced was fought between United States Senator David C. Broderick, of California, and ex-Chief Justice David S. Terry, of the Supreme Court of California, on September 13, 1859.
The two men had been friends and political allies, however Broderick was an abolitionist, whereas Terry was pro - slavery.
Intense political disagreements led to bitter resentments, which in turn led to a challenge to a duel and the fatal encounter.
The chosen weapons were two #Belgian .58 #caliber #pistols .
#Broderick was #unfamiliar with this type of #gun #mechanism, while #Terry, in contrast, spent the previous days #practicing with this #gun
Pictured L-R: Rachel Fowler (Lucille) and Anne Oberbroeckling (Stella Gordon) Photo by P. Switzer Photography
Dividing the Estate, a sardonic comedy by Pulitzer Prize winner author, Horton Foote
Once a family of comfortable wealth, the Gordon’s now find themselves facing a looming financial crisis. The only asset left is the family’s Texas estate but matriarch Stella is determined not to divide the 100 year old property. Her three children have other ideas and set out to convince Stella to go with their plan and come into some money. Old resentments and sibling rivalries surface as the members of this quirky, dysfunctional family connive to see who will claim the biggest piece of the pie in Dividing the Estate.
Pictured L-R: Rachel Fowler (Lucille) and Sharon Kay White (Mary Jo) Photo by P. Switzer Photography
Dividing the Estate, a sardonic comedy by Pulitzer Prize winner author, Horton Foote
Once a family of comfortable wealth, the Gordon’s now find themselves facing a looming financial crisis. The only asset left is the family’s Texas estate but matriarch Stella is determined not to divide the 100 year old property. Her three children have other ideas and set out to convince Stella to go with their plan and come into some money. Old resentments and sibling rivalries surface as the members of this quirky, dysfunctional family connive to see who will claim the biggest piece of the pie in Dividing the Estate.
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Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 09:34:06 +0200
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My time in Varanasi - city of Vishnu, and one of the holiest places in Hinduism - was thought-provoking, to say the least. Here I saw the clearest indications of caste distinction, and resentment of these destinctions - as indicated by this grafitti painted on a wall beside a ghat, from a boat on the Ganges.
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“Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritation and resentments slip away, and a sunny spirit takes their place.” - Mark Twain
I think I'll confound my critics by devoting this not to describing vitriolic wackos in general, but Mr. Brown Pelican in particular. Unless you share my view that it would be a work of supererogation to free Mr. Pelican's mind from the constricting trammels of sadism and the counterfeit moral inhibitions that have replaced true morality there's no need for you to hear me further. He swims in a sea of vigilantism, the waters of which roil with anger and resentment. Most of that anger and resentment is directed towards people like me who lay the groundwork for an upcoming attempt to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in Mr. Pelican's epigrams. He ignores a breathtaking number of facts, most notably:
Fact: His protégés hate whomever he tells them to hate.
Fact: He is dead set on defending his position against what I have to say, regardless of what I have to say.
Fact: He loves everybody so much, he wants to rip out the guts of everybody who doesn't love everybody as much as he does.
In addition, we must rage, rage against the dying of the light. This call to action begins with you. You must be the first to focus on the major economic, social, and political forces that provide the setting for the expression of a jejune agenda. You must be the one to build a society in which people have a sense of permanence and stability, not chaos and uncertainty. And you must inform your fellow man that Mr. Pelican has no discernible talents. The only things he has surely mastered are biological functions.