Verset du jour: Romains 8,31-33

“Donc, que dirons-nous à propos de ces choses? Si Dieu est en  notre faveur, qui est contre nous? Lui, qui n’a pas épargné son propre fils, mais l’a livré en faveur de nous tous; comment il nous ne donnera pas toutes les choses avec lui, par grâce? Qui accusera les élus de Dieu? C’est Dieu, celui qui justifie! (Romains 8,31-33)

Ces choses… dans les versets précédents, Paul a parlé de ce que nous sommes sauvés en espérance, et que toutes choses concourent au bien de ceux qui aiment Dieu, Jésus nous précédant, justifiant et glorifiant.

Si Dieu est pour nous… Dieu a montré par ses actions qu’il est en effet de notre côté, que nous avons sa faveur. Comparé à lui et son amour pour nous, ceux qui sont contre nous deviennent insignifiants et petits malgré l’impact parfois énorme qu’ils peuvent parfois avoir sur nous.

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My God can take it!

Or, let’s communicate and place our trust in God instead of beating each other up – a meditation on Psalm 139.

Psalm 139 is a beautiful text, a well-known Psalm with touching words. I can’t remember the number of times I have seen words of this text used on cards announcing the birth of a child… and yet… there are some verses at the end of the Psalm which can seem odd, or even offend us and which bring a certain number of problems with them.

When thinking of Psalm 139, most of us probably think of those beautiful verses saying “14 I thank you because I am awesomely made, wonderfully; your works are wonders — I know this very well. 15 My bones were not hidden from you when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes could see me as an embryo, but in your book all my days were already written; my days had been shaped before any of them existed.”

Have you ever seen your reflection in a mirror, in moment when you weren’t expecting it? For example in a mirror in a shopping mall, in a window, or maybe on the surface of a body of water? What was your reaction? Were you content, surprised, or even annoyed?

A mirror confronts us with ourselves, and with the image that we have of ourselves. Different from photos, the mirror shows us our flaws – we see ourselves the way we are.

It confronts us: What do I look like? How do others see me? Who am I really, after all?

Some like seeing themselves in a mirror, some rare people admire themselves, and others are rather quite often discontent with what they see. I have to admit that quite often, I count myself to be in the last category – but I am learning to see and love myself the way I am.

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India under water
Niger under water
Houston under water
Syria shattered
white supremacy and racism on the rise
thousands homeless and hungry
refugees without homes
millions left without care

and you say you are the victim?

and yet you attack
you bully
you swoop down like a bird of prey
using the name of God

on a community already marginalized
already struggling
to bring hurt
to bring shame
to exclude and condemn

Who are you to judge,
to send to hell,
to draw a line in the sand,
to embrace Herod
instead of calling him out?

My Bible is not yours,
or we do not have the same eyes
and the same heart

My God is not yours,
or we do not have the same heart
and the same hands

My Jesus is not yours,
or we do not have the same hands
and the same feet

For my God
created ALL mankind in his image,
right as they are,
with dignity, wonderfully & precious

For my Jesus
did not draw lines in the sand in the form of creeds
to exclude an entire population
My Jesus had open arms
he walked with ALL,
and welcomed ALL,
restored the dignity of those who had been marginalized
engendered hope and not despair
brought life and not death,
he came to end violence and not perpetuate it

ALL are called to lives
holy, fulfilling, pleasing to God
in harmony with God’s plan for us
ALL invited into redemption through Christ

Nobody is rejected
from God’s loving embrace
because of their sexuality
or gender identity

For my God says:
I alone know the plans
I have for you,
plans to bring you prosperity
and not disaster,
plans to bring about the future
you hope for.

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


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

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

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



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-

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.


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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