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noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 05:21:00 +0000

The Visit

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:48:00 +0000

It was a busy morning, approximately 8.30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, and got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning as he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while, and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are ?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

"She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

Tokyo glow

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:31:00 +0000

what is the spiritual analogy in this creative short:

remix

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:58:00 +0000

#1 Rap Chop

#2 They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard!

#3 Dentist trip

#4 Why is the rum gone?

wanna go for a ride?

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:41:00 +0000

This too shall pass

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 03:26:00 +0000

Do you know what you want?

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 03:13:00 +0000

Techno Jeep

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:07:00 +0000

Best buds

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 03:56:00 +0000

Tea Submarine

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 21:04:00 +0000

Seattle's own Cinnamon-Orange Market Spice. Isn't this little tea sub the best? It submerges tea leaves to the bottom of your cup, creating the perfect infusion of your favorite brew.

Tom Brokaw explains Canada to Americans

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 04:45:00 +0000

This is a decent piece, making our country look great, beautiful and even a little cool. Who knew?

Index thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 22:59:00 +0000

Let's spice things up a bit!!

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 22:50:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 05:06:00 +0000

In terms of pop culture, the opening ceremonies for the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics was a showcase of Canada's most mainstream entertainment — Nelly Furtado, Sarah McLachlan and Bryan Adams — but it was the performance of We Are More by slam poet Shane Koyczan that captured the energy in the room.
An excerpt:

we do more than sit around and say "eh?"
and yes
we are the home of the Rocket and the Great One
who inspired little number nines
and little number ninety-nines
but we're more than just hockey and fishing lines
off of the rocky coast of the Maritimes
and some say what defines us
is something as simple as please and thank you
and as for you're welcome
well we say that too
but we are more
than genteel or civilized
we are an idea in the process
of being realized
we are young
we are cultures strung together
then woven into a tapestry
and the design
is what makes us more
than the sum total of our history

seth godin's ted talk on TRIBES

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 04:52:00 +0000

kick it

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 04:02:00 +0000

Postmodern Architecture

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 20:53:00 +0000

From an address by Ravi Zacharias:

I remember lecturing at Ohio State University, one of the largest universities in this country. I was minutes away from beginning my lecture, and my host was driving me past a new building called the Wexner Center for the Performing Arts.

He said, “This is America’s first postmodern building.”

I was startled for a moment and I said, “What is a postmodern building?”
He said, “Well, the architect said that he designed this building with no design in mind. When the architect was asked, ‘Why?’ he said, ‘If life itself is capricious, why should our buildings have any design and any meaning?’ So he has pillars that have no purpose. He has stairways that go nowhere. He has a senseless building built and somebody has paid for it.”

I said, “So his argument was that if life has no purpose and design, why should the building have any design?”

He said, “That is correct.”

I said, “Did he do the same with the foundation?”

All of a sudden there was silence.

You see, you and I can fool with the infrastructure as much as we would like, but we dare not fool with the foundation because it will call our bluff in a hurry.

Sermon on Haiti and the Wedding at Cana

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 05:54:00 +0000

Nadia Bolz-Weber

I will not keep silent. Says the prophet Isaiah. I will not rest, he says, until the promises of God are fulfilled.

My family and I returned from vacation Tuesday to news reports of the devastation in Haiti. I, like all of you, listened in shock to the reports of 10s of thousands dead and hundreds of thousands left without shelter, without food, without family. And within hours everyone realized…and on top of it all, there’s no running water. Knowing this was going to be on everyone’s hearts and minds I thought to myself “I have to preach Sunday I wonder what the Gospel text is …” when I realized it was the wedding at Cana I thought Great. Jesus at a big party making sure the wine flows freely. No one wants to hear that today. Not today. Nobody wants to hear a quaint little miracle story about how generous God is when poorest country in this hemisphere lays in even greater waste than it already did on Monday. Nobody wants to hear of an abundance of wine when people on the streets of Haiti are thirsty. Who dares speak of a party when our cantor Drew is mourning his friend Ben who died in a collapsed building in Port au Prince? When thousands of mothers are mourning their children?

This week’s events bring with them a lot of questions about God, and none of them have to do with parties. One atheist blog I read this week sneeringly used the earthquake to make a case against believing in God at all. The writer implying that he could not believe in a God who would inflict such suffering on so many people, which made me admit that according to that definition I must be an atheist too because I don’t believe in that God either.
But after reading the wedding in Cana story over and over again this week I realized that I think Mary, the distraught mother of our Lord , might just be the key to seeing how this text speaks to our mourning and confusion and the death and suffering this week has brought to so many.
Our Gospel text for today has what sounds to us to be a rather abrupt and somewhat awkward interaction between Jesus and his mother. They’re at a wedding when Mary looks to her son and says the wine has run out. “Woman” Jesus says to his mother seemingly dismissive and perhaps even disrespectful, “my hour has not yet come” To which Mary is like oh yeah? too bad. Ok she didn’t really say that, but she did simply turn to the servant and said “do whatever he tells you”

Mary tugs at the shirt of God and says I will not keep silent. I will obey you and I will tell others to obey you but I will not keep silent. People are thirsty. See, In John’s gospel Mary is not the young virgin pondering sweet things in her heart. In John’s Gospel Mary is not surrounded by singing angels. She is never even mentioned by name. She is simply “the mother of Jesus” And she shows up exactly twice in the entire book.
So Mary stands here in a long line of prophets who have not stayed silent. The prophet Mary stands and says Lord, we’ve run out of wine and people are thirsty.
And Jesus hears her. So Jesus does this crazy thing: He could have filled the actual wine jugs up with water to be turned to wine. That would have been the logical miracle (if there is such a thing). Instead, Jesus takes 6 ceremonial purification jars and has THOSE filled with water to turn into wine. Purification Jars used in his own religion, the religion he grew up in the religion of his own family.
Jesus transforms this purification water into the wine of a new creation, the wine of a radical new family.

They are thirsty says his mother. And Jesus responds. But he responds in an almost embarrassingly excessive way. 180 gallons. Surely that’s too much. But that’s how Jesus is. 180 gallons of fine wine which…go back and check…is not called a miracle in John but a sign. It’s a sign of what God is doing in Jesus, namely that the very abundance of this gift means that maybe it’s not meant only for you and me. I mean we can try and keep 180 gallons of wine for ourselves but it will just become something we like to call “vinegar” unless it’s shared. In Jesus God is reconciling all creation to God’s self, not just his own religion and his own people, something today we might call “having really bad boundaries”

I think this is why Mary is called “woman”. He refused to abide by society or religion’s definitions of good and bad and pure and impure and family and stranger and who is in and who is out. His own mother is another woman, Like every other woman, every suffering mother.
So, Mary only shows up twice in John’s Gospel and both times her son calls her “woman. “ Once is here at the wedding when she refuses to be silent because people are thirsty. The other is when she stands at the foot of the cross. She watches as her son and her Lord hangs innocent from a cross with the weight of the world’s suffering tearing his very flesh.

This is our God. Not a distant judge cruelly indifferent to our pain and not some monster causing calamity, but a God who weep. A God who suffers not only for us but with us. Nowhere is the presence of God amidst suffering more salient than on the cross. Therefore what can we do but confess that this is not a God who causes suffering. This is a God who bears suffering. God does not initiate suffering…God transforms it.

It is suffering transformed which we see on the cross when again Christ calls his mother “woman” and initiates an adoption between her and the beloved disciple. This is the new kinship we all share. A kinship in which our identity is not based on country, blood, or religion but on our belovedness as God’s children.

That passage in John reads like this:

standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, “Woman, here is your son.” Then he said to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” After this, when Jesus knew that all was now finished, he said, “I am thirsty.”

I am thirsty he says. I am not watching this from a distant heaven. Jesus says I too am thirsty.

As we hear the cry of our Hatian brothers and sisters let us discern the other voice we hear with them…that of Christ saying I am thirsty.

The reports that came in that first 24 hours following the quake said that When night fell on the streets of Port AU Prince people were singing hymns and psalms. Blessed be God, they sang. People were singing praises to God amidst their entire world destroyed.
Pat Robertson is wrong by the way. There is no reason for this destruction – but there IS meaning. And this meaning is to be found as we again become the human family of God’s new creation without country, religion, boundary or race to divide us. In this moment to the extent that we take up the responsibility of a mother caring for her son, a son for his mother,….In this moment to the extent that we act like Jesus and love and care for those suffering from the earthquake as if they are our own beloved family, we are all Haiti.

So we, with Mary, tug on the shirt of God and say we have run out Lord. We need wine. Good wine. Enough for all, flowing over. We too will not keep silent. We will join with the family of God in the singing of hymns and psalms. And then we will listen to Jesus’ command and fill some jars with water for the thirsty.
Blessed be God.
Amen

"Oh My God"

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 21:48:00 +0000

The premise of the movie is simply someone going to 23 different countries asking the question, “What is God?”

Hugh Jackman in the video states that if you put a bunch of religious leaders (Jesus, Krishna, Buddha, etc.) at a table that he “can’t see them having an argument.". The implication is that there is no substantive difference between religions.

Athough this movie may create a conversation worth having, the problem though is that, from the trailer, it doesn't seem to get to any answers worth believing.

I think he can dance!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 01:14:00 +0000

The Valley of Vision- Increase my faith Lord

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 19:59:00 +0000

O LORD,

The world is artful to entrap,

approaches in fascinating guise,

extends many a gilded bait,

presents many a charming face.

Let my faith scan every painted bauble,

and escape every bewitching snare

in a victory that overcomes all things.

In my duties give me firmness, energy, zeal,

devotion to thy cause,

courage in thy name,

love as a working grace,

and all commensurate with my trust.

Let faith stride forth in giant power,

and love respond with energy in every act.

I often mourn the absence of my beloved Lord

whose smile makes earth a paradise,

whose voice is sweetest music,

whose presence gives all graces strength.

But by unbelief I often keep him outside my door.

Let faith give entrance that he may abide with me forever.

Thy Word is full of promises,

flowers of sweetest fragrance,

fruit of refreshing flavour when culled by faith.

May I be made rich in its riches,

be strong in its power,

be happy in its joy,

abide in its sweetness,

feast on its preciousness,

draw vigour from its manna.

Lord, increase my faith.

Art or just poor taste?

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 04:46:00 +0000

There's controversy afoot here in Richmond. That's right, one of the supposed pristine host cities of 2010 Winter Olympics has a struggle that hearkens back to World War, McCarthyism, and...good vs evil. Richmond has allowed a statue of the disgraced, despicable dictator of communism to be erected in the heart of the city just weeks before 'the world' descends on us. Soon, visitors from all over the world will be able to see in all things shiny, just how mad we really are. Our political correctness has gone rancid but somehow we've gotten used to the stench of toleration. We use to erect statues in HONOR of our heroes, and those were good days. Now, we (read: new immigrants) find the most offensive, abusive, and historically despised infamy to showcase without impunity because they call it 'art.' What an embarrassment to this conviction-less mess of a country.

Let's go whole way, have a Hitler statue

Richmond News

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

The Editor,

Who in their right mind would erect a statue of Lenin in Canada?

Maybe some cultures like this mass murderer ... but this is Canada. Richmond is a city in Canada, or have they (the people who approved this) forgotten that.

This is a country made free by soldiers who gave their lives to fight tyrants like Hitler, Stalin and, yes, Lenin.

Lenin is not a symbol of Canada. Lenin does not belong as a monument. After the Second World War, the Russian cities Leningrad and Stalingrad were renamed. And we have a statue of Lenin?

The person who approved this statue must have mental health issues. I am disgusted with this statue and it insults every World War veteran alive or dead.

How can we have a veteran's day commemorating soldiers like those who served in the First World War who stood up and fought to protect us against idiots like Lenin.

Are we going to celebrate them while having a Lenin statue erected?

Heck, while city council is at it, why not erect a Hitler/Stalin monument.

Give that stupid statue back to the communist who made it. Do you have any idea how many Olympic visitors this city will offend with that statue?

The Prime Minister of Canada will be hearing from me, along with many of my fellow Canadians. What is going on with this city?

R. Wiens,

Richmond

Cheers to the commie party!

Goodbye 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 06:02:00 +0000

last couple days of the DECADE!

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 17:31:00 +0000

hhhhmmm,

so how was the decade for you?

And if only one thing had happened differently...

noreply@blogger.com (Harbsy) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 19:19:00 +0000

How tightly do you believe God influences the details of our lives? I've met some people who believe that God has a purpose for every little thing-- a God of the minutiae. As though God is pushing buttons and pulling levers overseeing and conducting all aspects of our lives from disease to parking spots.

Something like this scene from The Curious Case of Benjamin Button:

Just what does it mean to "...know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those called according to His purpose." ?

Are we simply free-will agents living in a world of selfishness and chance or are we micro-managed puppets in the hand of an overachieving deity?