When we lived abroad, I lived an entirely apolitical life. I had no opportunity (nor desire) to speak about the politics of our host country and no need to think about the politics half a world away in America. But since we have been back, (especially this last 12 months) it seems to be the only topic of conversation. I have been thinking about it a lot and finally came up with these 6 passages to help me sort out how to deal with these conversations and my own responsibility.
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Showing posts with label Respect. Show all posts
Sunday, February 19, 2017
To Speak or Not to Speak: A Social Media Rubric
When we lived abroad, I lived an entirely apolitical life. I had no opportunity (nor desire) to speak about the politics of our host country and no need to think about the politics half a world away in America. But since we have been back, (especially this last 12 months) it seems to be the only topic of conversation. I have been thinking about it a lot and finally came up with these 6 passages to help me sort out how to deal with these conversations and my own responsibility.
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Monday, October 10, 2016
Who do you think you are dealing with?
Belshazzar threw a party with a thousand guests. In a bid to impress the nobles, because he was drunk, or simply because the bouquet of the wine demanded superior vessels, he called for the temple ware. Years before when the aging Daniel was a boy, Nebuchadnezzar had looted God's temple when he sacked the city of Jerusalem. So in a dusty storehouse somewhere the holy vessels of gold and silver sat waiting. When these sacred artifacts were brought forth and filled with wine, Belshazzar raise his glass and praised the "gods of gold and silver, of bronze, iron, wood and stone."
What on earth did he think he was doing?
Monday, September 1, 2014
Church Clothes
During last summer's vacation through SE Asia we made several stops that required "special" clothes. Not only were no shoes allowed (something we were familiar with from our Malaysian trip), but everyone was required to wear long pants (and spandex did not count) and shirts with sleeves, and to leave their cameras in a locked box outside. In one place we were patted down to be certain we didn't try to sneak in a cell phone. Finally everyone needed to speak in a whisper. Having read ahead we were prepared with long pants for my husband and dresses and skirts for the girls and I. Less experienced tourists were offered wrap dresses or large linen pants to cover up with.
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