Punk Theology!


Today I wo20800049_804411663051995_1749513414710631313_nuld like to present to you a podcast I discovered a few weeks ago (it feels like days actually).

Its called the “Punk Theology podcast”.

I have to admit that so far, I’ve only started to listen to episode 4, but it really is something. Punk Theology, that’s a handful of guys discussing questions of faith, life, theology and experiences with honesty and openness and a healthy dose of humor.

I must say that so far, I love it. Honest talk. Honest questions. No easy way outs, but confronting life and faith and all the issues head-on, no bullshit, no throwing about of bible verses to make the questions and doubts shut up – quite the contrary is true. These guys have all gone through a lot of shit, and they’re working through it, tackling issues with which certainly a lot of people can identify, being (sometimes brutally) honest. NO sweet talk, no affirming of “eternal christian truth” just because they are “eternal christian truths”, but asking the behind the scenes questions to get through the meat to the bones – all with a beer in the hand, listening to awesome music (those of you who aren’t into punk music, don’t worry, you won’t hear too much of it – for me there could be more).

As they say on their website, “The Punk Theology Podcast is a loud, encouraging, troublesome, rebellious, colorful artistry of not just what you believe, but why you WANT to believe it. In a world of people addicted to some certainty, Punk Theology exists to explore uncomfortable questions on growth, peace, well-being, recovering what’s lost, understanding the plight of “the outsider”, faith, fear and being alive.”

And that’s exactly what it’s about. I can only recommend it to you and your ears, heart and brains.

If you want to find them, you can do so here:

Punk Theology Facebook page

Punk Theology website

https://twitter.com/punktheologypod

 

Blessed Hunger


Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for justice,
for they will be filled

So blessed I am
for I am so hungry

Hungry
to see the hatred end
to see the injustice end
met with justice, true and real
sick and tired
of all things
fcked up in this world

Hungry
to see never hear voices of hatred again
no insults and mockeries in ears
burning in my soul
never feel sticks and fists and leather belts
on my dark, Jewish, trans, gay, straight, disabled, foreign, and different skin

Racism
hatred
bigotry
-phobies
Anti-semitism
Discrimination

Stop!

Feed me,
feed me,
I can’t take it anymore

I’m tired of your marches,
your torches,
your stupid insulting, meaningless slogans:
alt-right, neo-nazis, right, extremists, haters–
you’re so fucked up and you don’t even see it
blinded by your own light-
blinded
blind

We won’t give in,
we won’t give up
we don’t look away
we march in protest silently
we speak up loudly
we write without ceasing
You beat me up
but I’m still here
you killed my ancestors
but I won’t go away

But I won’t use your weapons
Don’t even dream of it

Blessed are the Peacemakers
for they shall inherit the earth

-and not you.

Little Angels


Where are the cries,
the tears
and the prayers
for the little angels in India?

My heart weeps,
my eyes cry
for the children,
for their parents

No air to breathe,
the lives exhaled
some quietly,
some in agony
– but none in the fullness of their days

breathless, stuff and cold,
in the arms of desperate parents
resting now in the heart of god

My heart cries
my soul weeps
my Prayers of strength,
comfort and justice
are with you.

#Charlottesville


Love for All, Hatred for No-one!

I admit, I have never experienced anything like what has happened in Charlottesville, but I know and have experienced what hatred looks and feels like.

Throughout many years of my school life, every day, day in day out, I was afraid to go to school. Why? My mother was white, but my father was black.

For some reason, there were those who thought it was fun (for them) to call me ‘nigger’ every day, to say ‘uncle Sam, came and clean my house, carry my bags, clean my shoes, eat my leftovers’.

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Freedom


To different people, Freedom means different things.

For some, it may be the absence of all rules.

I’ve been going through a lot of changes and thinking recently, so that I can say that for me, at the moment, freedom means to be free to think and believe what I believe to be true and just, without being weighed down by fear of guilt and hell, and to accept myself, love myself, embrace myself and to be (become) who I am.

Now that may sound a whole lot selfish – it is all about me. But in the light of what I’ve been through and have experienced, it is a big step.

I spent 7 years in what I’d qualify as an abusive Christian environment with a manipulative and abusive leadership, and today I find a lot of their teachings questionable. When I left there, I was about 19 years old – today I am 41 years old. It took me many years to heal, and I am still digesting certain issues – I mentioned some of it here #ThingsOnlyChristianWomenHear.

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To an aspie child.


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Dear Child,

you see the world with different eyes than mine. Your start into life with rough, the first few years you didn’t speak, and your difficulties with social interactions make life harder for you. Sometimes you’re more than a bit clumsy, and our conversations tend to be a little bit one-sided… you tend to be obsessed by always the same subjects over again. Sometimes it looks like you’re simply absent, inattentive, or just don’t care. Though I know that, in your own unique way, you care.

But, you know what? It is ok, and you are more than ok.

You are a wonderful, beautiful butterfly – of infinity beauty and worth. You are a specialist in your own chosen fields of research and interest, and when it comes to certain activities and skills, you are a true artist, and you don’t cease to amaze me with the beauty you create. But your worth does not come from what you do: it comes simply by the fact that you exist; you are loved.

I am learning to see the world with your eyes, instead of forcing mine on yours, and I see the efforts you make and have made in the past, the progress and the achievements. You dance to the beat of a different drum, and that is not a bad thing, especially in this crazy world, and I pray that I may learn to hear and dance even better with you. You have your own unique strengths, and I want to be there for you to help you develop them. Being different is not something negative, even if some people want you to believe that.

It has not always been easy, and we may sometimes bump heads again, but know that I love you unconditionally, just the way you are. You don’t need to be cured, you need to be accepted, and at times, you need some help (don’t we all?).

I hope I’ll be what it takes, with God’s help.
Mom.

Get some Refreshment


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I went hiking last weekend. It was fairly hot, so any shade and refreshment was welcome. There was a tiny path going off the main path, going up steep to the side of the rock. Maybe a bit tricky and tiring, but definitely worth it. After a short climb, I found a little spot of pure beauty with a natural sun-heated shower – just what you need on that warm and sunny day.

That made think that sometimes it is well worth it to stray off our ingrained habits and thought-patterns and explore new ideas – and suddenly, we’ll discover an oasis, new ideas, new realizations, motivations, or simply come to rest. In Faith similarly, it is good to be courageous and explore new paths. God, in his grace and love is infinitely bigger than all we can imagine and dream of, so it will do me well to sometimes change my routines and be surprised by him. Let your soul be refreshed and renewed. May this be our prayer!

Picture: Gorges du Pichoux/JU, Switzerland