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Wednesday, 18 February 2009

  • Law Like Love

        Law Like Love
     
     Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
    Law is the one
    All gardeners obey
    To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.

    Law is the wisdom of the old,
    The impotent grandfathers feebly scold;
    The grandchildren put out a treble tongue,
    Law is the senses of the young.

    Law, says the priest with a priestly look,
    Expounding to an unpriestly people,
    Law is the words in my priestly book,
    Law is my pulpit and my steeple.

    Law, says the judge as he looks down his nose,
    Speaking clearly and most severely,
    Law is as I've told you before,
    Law is as you know I suppose,
    Law is but let me explain it once more,
    Law is The Law.

    Yet law-abiding scholars write:
    Law is neither wrong nor right,
    Law is only crimes
    Punished by places and by times,
    Law is the clothes men wear
    Anytime, anywhere,
    Law is Good morning and Good night.

    Others say, Law is our Fate;
    Others say, Law is our State;
    Others say, others say
    Law is no more,
    Law has gone away.

    And always the loud angry crowd,
    Very angry and very loud,
    Law is We,
    And always the soft idiot softly Me.

    If we, dear, know we know no more
    Than they about the Law,
    If I no more than you
    Know what we should and should not do
    Except that all agree
    Gladly or miserably
    That the Law is
    And that all know this
    If therefore thinking it absurd
    To identify Law with some other word,
    Unlike so many men
    I cannot say Law is again,

    No more than they can we suppress
    The universal wish to guess
    Or slip out of our own position
    Into an unconcerned condition.
    Although I can at least confine
    Your vanity and mine
    To stating timidly
    A timid similarity,
    We shall boast anyway:
    Like love I say.

    Like love we don't know where or why,
    Like love we can't compel or fly,
    Like love we often weep,
    Like love we seldom keep.

    W.H. Auden

Monday, 26 January 2009

  • Why?

    Why is it that Peter Popoff still has a faith-healing "ministry" after his tricks were revealed in the 1980s?

    I happened to be having a sleepless night here in Australia, and so I switched on the telly. I watched this man (whom I've never heard of or seen before) perform these emotional and dramatic "healings" and I felt increasingly uncomfortable. When he started talking about his miracle manna, I turned the telly off and
    wiki-ed this guy. So... apparently there is clear evidence this Popoff is a rip-off and a fraud and he is STILL a televangelist?

    Are Christians really that gullible? 

  • A Child's Prayer

       

     A Child's Prayer
     

     For Morn, my dome of blue,
    For Meadows, green and gay,
    And Birds who love the twilight of the leaves,
    Let Jesus keep me joyful when I pray.

    For the big Bees that hum
    And hide in bells of flowers;
    For the winding roads that come
    To Evening’s holy door,
    May Jesus bring me grateful to his arms,
    And guard my innocence for evermore.

    Siegfried Sassoon

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

  • Non-Americans speak English?

    These are the comments on a recent Mancouch post regarding a mispelled notice on Burger King.

    "I just laugh at those kind of signs. It's usually the ones who weren't born in America that makes those mistakes. Or . . .those who just skipped middle school."

    "or, maybe, they could (this may sound like a crazy idea) try learning proper English because they're in America. In case you hadn't heard, the vast majority (about 82%) of people here speak English as their native language."

    When you assume... you make an ASS out of you, and really, you only.

    The comments above speak to me of the xenophobia and arrogance of the writers. 

    The inauguration of Barack Obama as the first African-American President inspired me. It made me feel that the U.S. might be a good place to live, and perhaps someday I would go there and live for a year or two. Then I read the aforementioned comments.

    "Proper English." Really? I've heard more "huh", "like", "totally", "umm" come out of the mouths of American girls than girls from any other English-speaking countries. What about Paris Hilton? "That's hot"?

    Did you see that video on Miss Teen USA South Carolina 2007? Even while immigrants to the U.S. are struggling to learn English as their second, third, or even fourth language, I'm sure they would still be able to come up with a better-informed answer than that American-born lady on stage. I myself have heard plenty of new immigrants in Australia speak intelligently with just a small (and growing) command of English vocabulary.

    Take the arrogance down a notch, and pick up a book to read. You might produce better answers and comments as a result.

Friday, 16 January 2009

  • Picketing Abortion Clinics

    'Former Abortion Escort Returns to Old Battle Lines'

    In the name of saving unborn children, there are people dedicating their time and anger towards picketing abortion clinics. I do not believe that serves any good, neither are their actions done in love.

     Women who had to resort to abortion clinics usually have had to make a very difficult and heart-wrenching decision. Perhaps the father of the foetus has abandoned her when the pregnancy was discovered. Perhaps she was impregnated through rape. Perhaps she feels that bringing her illegitimate child into this world would unfairly burden the child. Perhaps the wrath of her family if they find out about her pregnancy would be catastrophic or even fatal.  Perhaps she needs to get out of an abusive marriage and her pregnancy would only keep her and her other children trapped. Perhaps her husband and her simply cannot cope with another child. The bottom line is, we do not know their situation.

    Instead of giving them their privacy and just secretly pray for them, picketers choose to shame them and make the process even more torturous than it already is. To me, picketing is gathering to throw stones at all who pass, the women going for their abortion procedures, their companion, clinic volunteers, clinic staff. And the picketeers conveniently forget that "Let he who is without sin throw the first stone."

    I'm a single woman who has chosen to abstain from pre-marital sex. I would like to think that I would never have an abortion, for I have a great love for children and to be a mother would be an enormous blessing. Yet, I can never be sure. Perhaps one day, I may be forced by circumstances to consider an abortion. I don't know. And so I feel ill-equipped to judge. And I refuse to judge.

    All I know is, the clinic staff and volunteers have to face this angry crowd every single working day. That is how they start their day. Women have to do a walk of shame to get their procedures done, so in addition to the physical trauma and emotional struggle and whatever other burden they have, there is shame and humiliation thrust at them by the "religious".

    Before abortion was legal, women resorted to drastic measures to remove their unwanted foetuses. Coat hangers, punching their stomachs, violent falls, drinking poison. They suffered and some died because society denied them a safer option. Yes, the unborn child is innocent and a life too. But I choose to support safe, legal abortions as a choice for women who would otherwise be forced into a desperate corner. I choose to support a variety of options for them, adoption and safe homes for them to carry their pregnancies to full-term included, so that women will no longer be the subjugated, repressed, second-class people of the world. So yes, I am pro-choice. I am pro-woman.

    If the intention of these picketeers is to serve the rights/needs of unborn children, surely there are more effective and loving ways. Instead of forming a mob of hatred and anger, wouldn't it be better and more Christian to direct their efforts into services that support women? Into women's shelters that allow the women to carry their baby to full-term then organise for adoptions? Into thinking of new support organisations and systems for women who choose to raise their babies, so that their motherhood does not mean doomsday for them? Into providing pro-life information in a discrete and understanding way to these women without condemning them or forcing them?

    What would Jesus do?

    This is the Jesus I know... "Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." Matthew 11:28

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