Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Never For Nothing - [Matthew]

Less talk, more rock...

These are lyrics I wrote for a new song my band is working on. Musically, it's a spare 'Springsteen meets U2' kinda vibe. Anyway, everyone who listens to Etcetera is rockstar cool, so I thought you might like to take a look. Enjoy...

Never For Nothing

The month-sober man who’s thinking ‘bout quittin’
The eager young kid who’s just trying to fit in

The trembling new bride getting good at hiding bruises
The lonely 40-something who loves but always loses

Won’t you kiss all of the broken hearts tonight?

The perfect mom and dad with the secret they’re keeping
The raving homeless man who’s tryin’ to drown the demons

The desperate single mom with another on the way
The rest of us down here just getting through the day

Won’t you kiss all of the broken hearts tonight?

Hang on,
Hold on,
Be strong,
It won't last long

Can’t you open their eyes
Won’t you make them understand
That you really are there
And that you do give a damn

We wither like grass
And we scatter like dust
It’s them, it’s me
It’s all of us

Won’t you kiss all of the broken hearts tonight?


It’s never for nothing.
It’s never for nothing.
It’s never for nothing.

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Saturday, February 25, 2006

Wretched - [Sharon]

Well this morning was bru-tal. Upon asking Jesus to show me what was up with my life, He started to answer, and I felt that familiar old feeling of panic rising. I could hear Him telling me that I am being stubborn. That my evil heart of unbelief is rising, and I am hardened. Oh sure, I can point to things that have happened in my life that caused me to clamp up my soul, and protect myself, but who can’t? Look at Mother Theresa: She was told she had to leave her station as a nun in order to feed and care for the poor and starving and diseased in the slums of India. Don’t you think that felt like a betrayal to her? Don’t you think that could have caused her to retreat in justified anger and despair? It did not. And if she can stay pliable, why can’t I?

Yet the hardness remains. So I suddenly began to cry out. In like a flood it rushed: the knowledge that in many ways, I have thought myself to be an obedient, and trusting child of our Abba. I had deluded myself into thinking that when He says jump, I’ll just chime in with the rote response: “Sure thing, God. No problemo. Missions? You got it. Poverty? Okee dokee. And even though I’ll bitch about it quite badly, even sickness will eventually be okay for me. Do what you will.” Yet I was conveniently leaving certain things out. What if He asks me to be in a marriage that is painful and unloving again? Would I do THAT? Ummmm....... What if He asked me to take a job that does suck the life out of me, leaving me tired and only surviving on His strength and energy? How fast would I respond to that? How obedient am I, really? How much DO I trust Him? Turns out, the answer to those questions is: Quite slowly, Not very, and Not much, respectively.

At this point, the reality of my selfish heart began to stare me down. I began to sob painfully. What can I do? How can I change this, when in fact, I don’t even desire to change? I don’t want to put myself out there like that. And that’s even worse than harboring the sin in the first place. So I’m sitting there, repenting of being so non-repentant. It was hellish. Oh wretched man that I am, who will save me from this body of death? I feel vile. Even if my stubbornness wasn’t an abomination to God, it certainly is to me. All I could do after a time of this, with my face in my hands, was ask Him for mercy. Help me, Abba. Help my lack of desiring help.

Upon opening my small little devotional book, which is written in a format of God’s letters to His children, I was nearly in shock at His clarity. First was Luke 1:50, which says: “...and His mercy reaches from age to age for those who fear Him...” Next up was Luke 18:12, stating: “...The tax collector stood some distance away, not daring even to raise his eyes to heaven, but he beat his breast and said, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner.’” But wait, it didn’t stop there. The letter said the following:

“Defensive One,
When you stop justifying yourself, I will justify you. I long to grant you miraculous mercy. But I can show mercy only to those who realize they need it.
I love you. That is why I tell you the truth.
Yours with deepest understanding,
Father.”

Wow. I melted. Here was confirmation that my confession of sin, and even confession of my lack of desire to change my sin, was all He wanted. I simply had to admit that I was all jacked up, and He immediately showed me mercy. And now, I know, He will show me how to get to the point of giving the sin up. He will show me how. He will walk me through it. Because he IS mercy. Pure and untainted mercy. And He cannot deny Himself.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Random Thoughts - [Erik]

I just thought of a great band name.

And now...live for the first time ever. It's...

Evil Kirk

Feel free to use it. Just give me credit. Or write a song about me.

Now pass the weekend.


"You will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere left to go. You’re amazed that they exist and they burn so bright while you can only wonder…why?"

- Joe Jackson and William Shatner, Performing live in......my......brain, right now

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Broo-tal - [Etcetera]

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Monday, February 20, 2006

Morning Meds. - [Erik]

This is from today's Graced Again...

“This is the difference between true Christianity and human religiousness. The former is founded upon the fact of a man’s being clothed; the latter, upon the fact of his being naked. The former has for its starting point what the latter has for its goal. All that a true Christian does is because he is clothed—perfectly clothed; all that a mere religious person does is in order that he may be clothed. This makes a vast difference."

- CH Mackintosh, Notes on Genesis, 1879

True Christians do not exist. Instead, they live the life of Jesus. Trying to be like Him makes no sense. You don’t have to try to be your father’s child, you just are. You have his DNA. It's someone you are, not something you do. We are the body of Christ. Just like He says, "I am,” we say..."us too."

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Sitting Awhile - [Etcetera]

Come on over and sit awhile. Click here to get today's show.

Sometimes talk is cheap. When it comes to Etcetera that goes without saying, but listen to today's show and you'll know what I'm talking about.

Speaking of cheap, click here to get the podcast. Actually it's free, but you probably knew that already. Give me a break; I'm trying to write copy here.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Unity (Part 1) - [Erik]

2/3/06

After an hour of driving around town listening to static, this is what the voice said today, “Unity is the key...oneness. Do you understand?”

I told him that I didn’t. Then I asked for an explanation. In reality, over the past three months I had come to understand quite a bit about unity (and many other things). But I knew that I ran the risk of more static if I said yes. I love the sound of his voice. It’s so soothing. So I lied.

“You know more than you allow yourself to admit. Think about what I’ve told you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” With that, the static returned and my heart sank.

If he knows that I get it, why does he ask questions like that? Maybe he wants me to know that I understand...or admit it to him or...I don’t know.

I thought about going in to work, but I just couldn’t. I called in sick again. I bet I’m going to get fired. I haven’t been able to concentrate since the voice started speaking to me.

Sara suspects something is up. She’s worried. We’re fighting a lot. And when we don’t fight there’s just silence interrupted by discussions about credit card debt and field trips with the kids.

Anyway, I can’t wait for tomorrow. I hope he talks longer this time. I long for the days when he would talk for hours as I drove around or parked at the bluff.

I’m going to have to make up some kind of excuse to get out of the house. It’d be a lot easier if he spoke through a clock radio or something. I’ve been putting some serious miles on the car.

If I don’t tell Sara what’s going on, she’s bound to think I’m cheating on her or something. Even if I did tell her, she wouldn’t believe me. If she did she’d think I’m crazy.


2/4/06

What a day! This is what I’ve been waiting for.

I told Sara I needed to go to the office to take care of some unfinished work. I left around 9 in the morning. As soon as I got in the car I turned on the radio. This time I only had to listen to a few minutes of static. Then he spoke.

“Where am I?” he questioned.

I told him that he is right here.

“When am I?


I told him that he is right now.

Then, get this...

...he sang a song.

It was so beautiful. He sang the names of the stars. I wish I could write down what I heard. It was like the chanting of Tibetan monks mixed with melodic tones that I could feel, like the rumbling of bass from a stereo. But it wasn't bass, it was harmonious...harmony that I could feel in my chest and moving out to my fingers and toes. It was sound more than words. Maybe words drawn out and sung slowly. I'm really not describing it well. It must have gone on for hours, but I lost track of time. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.

Then...silence. No static, just silence.

I found myself watching the trees go by on the interstate through teary eyes. I took the next exit and then got back on the highway heading toward the house.

“Those are the names of the stars that you can see from your neighborhood right after the sun goes down.”

I thanked him.

“Unity is the key...oneness. Do you understand?”

This time I told him that I did.

“Stardust son. Stardust. Think about what I’ve told you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” With that, the static returned and I felt peace like never before.

I turned off the radio and drove home.

Where is this going? I can’t go on ducking out of work and lying to my wife. But I don’t want to do anything else besides drive around and talk to him. Maybe I’ll ask him what I should do. Maybe tomorrow.


2/5/06

Sara and I fought today. She didn’t want me to leave. She wasn’t buying the working on the weekend excuse. I told her that I had to go. The fight ended with me storming out.

Normal thing, radio on, static for an hour or so, etc. This time I couldn’t just sit there waiting. I kept asking over and over again what I should do. I’ve never done that before. I almost demanded.

Then the voice spoke, “Unity is the key...oneness. Do you understand?”

I told him that I did, but that I wanted an answer to my question.

“No you don’t” he said.

I told him that in fact I did want an answer.

He said, “No, you don’t understand. I’m telling you, unity is the key...oneness. That’s the answer to your question.”

Then it hit me. I knew what I had to do. I knew it like I know what it feels like to breath. I’m going to have to tell Sara. We are one, just like with the stars. Hiding this is going to tear us apart. But if I tell her that I’ve been talking to a voice in the radio, she’s going to...shit...I can’t tell her.

“Think about what I’ve told you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” With that, the static returned.

Hey, I know. Maybe Sara and I should go for a little drive. Let him tell her what’s going on.

It’s late. I’m going to sleep.


2/10/06

I put it off all week. The idea of telling Sara was just too much. But the voice has been repeating the same thing every day for the past 5 days. It’s starting to bug me.

Every day it’s,“Unity is the key...oneness. Do you understand?”

I tell him I do and then he says, “Think about what I’ve told you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

I have a feeling that until I tell Sara what’s been going on, the voice is going to keep repeating that over and over and over. I just can’t deal with that. I need more.

My sister is going to watch the kids tomorrow and Sara and I are going to go for a ride. She has to hear it for herself. It’s the only way to tell her. It’s the only way she’ll believe me. It’s the only way she won’t think I’m nuts.

Tomorrow.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Confessions of a Khristian - [Matthew]

Ever cruised through the grocery store and seen a tub of Krab? It’s imitation crab, pollock infused with a crab-esque flavor and painted with an edible red stripe to give it that authentic ‘crab meat look.’

It looks like crab, kinda. It smells and tastes like crab, sort of. But the manufacturers let you know they’re in on the joke, too, when they name it ‘Krab’, in effect saying ‘hey, we know this isn’t real, but if you’re in the market for pseudo-crab, this may be the product for you.’

Many days, I feel like a Khristian. From ten feet away, I have all the markings. Read my Bible? Check. Actively living in community with other believers? Check. But walk with me, live with me, and you’ll wonder if you’ve picked the right tub of meat. What’s my motivation? Guilt? Routine? Do I talk to God? Sure, just like I talk to the person on the other side of the speakerbox at the drive thru.


Growing up in the church, you can get the idea that the Christian life is about becoming a good person. What a dim, neutered version of the truth. Whenever I think I understand Jesus’ abrasive, counter intuitive commands, I’ll read something else that tops it. Love those who curse you. Others first, you second (or last).

A Christian living out a non-Khristian life would not come across as a ‘good’ person. They would stand out from the crowd like a clown at a funeral. With no bumper sticker, t-shirt, or protest sign, their every move and breath would scream ‘Jesus’.

Crap. Could it be that simple? If I just did that, just imitated Christ, lived out what he taught, nothing more nothing less, what would happen? What would I look like then from ten feet away? Up close?

Is it possible I might even stop feeling like a Khristian?


[end ping]

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Men: An Owner's Manual - [Matthew]

Congratulations on your acquisition a Man™! With proper care, he can provide you with years of enjoyment.

This handy guide will assist you in learning about your Man™. By gaining a better understanding of how he works, you will be able to more fully enjoy him.


THE DRIVES

First and foremost, you should familiarize yourself with your Man™’s drives.

1. Hunger
To keep your Man™ operating smoothly, he must be properly fueled. He runs on 3 to 4 meals per day. He’ll appreciate it when you feed him, but rest assured, he’s fully equipped to prepare these meals on his own power (he may tell you differently). Make sure you monitor his fuel consumption. Many, if not most, models will gravitate toward the two major ‘man’ food groups, namely Macaroni and Cheese. With just a little supervision, you can keep him in perfect working condition.

2. Sex
This drive is perhaps the most integral to what makes your Man™ a Man. When will he want sex? Here’s an easy rule of thumb: Simply check the current time. If the time contains any of the following numbers, your Man™ will desire sex: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12.

But beyond recreation and procreation, this drive plays an important role in your Man™’s desire to compete and conquer (see also Testosterone). These words may sound scary, but keep in mind that Men, due largely to their inherent adventurous spirit, have made many useful contributions to our world.

3. Ego
Truth be known, a Man™ is simply a rugged carrying case for something very delicate, the ego. WARNING: Your Man™’s Ego is not something to handle carelessly. Insulting him in front of others, for example, can easily cause significant damage to this drive.


FEATURES

Your Man™ comes loaded with an impressive array of standard features. He’s an excellent problem solver (Note: use caution when telling your Man™ about a relationship problem. As a Problem Solver, he’ll dive in and attempt to fix the rift between you and a girlfriend with the same gusto he uses when fixing a leaky faucet).

Your Man™ also excels in Providing and Protecting, useful features when you and your Man™ decide to have Children (manual unavailable at this time).

You’ll also find he can open troublesome pickle jars in a snap.


MAINTENANCE

Men have a tendency to pull, not to the left or right, but away. The Manufacturer didn’t design them this way, but it has been an inherent flaw as far as anyone can remember. Until there’s a recall, keep in mind your Man™ may have a tendency to:

- avoid confrontation / conflict
- deceive or mislead
- use his power to leave to hurt you
- not want to turn over on cold mornings


FINAL NOTES

Also, keep in mind that every Man™, no matter how new-looking, is pre-owned. As such, he has hidden damage that unfortunately won’t surface until many miles down the road.

Usually, these rough spots can be worked out with a liberal application of Understanding, Patience, and Love. Regarding Love, be sure to use the Unconditional variety. You will find Conditional Love is less expensive, but will greatly shorten quality of the time you share with your Man™.

By following these basic guidelines, you should find that your Man™ contributes significantly to a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment.


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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Short and Bittersweet - [Etcetera]

We've got some good news and some potential bad news.

Click here to hear about Etcetera getting a weekly spot on the radio in Orlando. That's the sweet part (and the reason for the short show today).

I'm not talking about the bitter part. I'm just not. You'll have to listen to the show.

Click here to get the podcast and to be the first to write a review of Etcetera.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Steve Brown Etc. - [Erik]

Last week we talked to George Barna about his book Revolution. Thanks to Zeke who gave me the idea for the show (and for calling in and being a part of it). We also talked with Tony Campolo. Go to stevebrownetc.com to check it out or get the podcast.

This week Renee Altson will join us to discuss her book, Stumbling Toward Faith. Click here to find out more about Renee and the book. Then head on over to her blog. Thought you 'd like to know. After finding out more, I bet you'll want to check out the show.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Bono's Best Sermon Yet - [Gordo]

This is from Sojourners. It's a speech that was delivered at The National Prayer Breakfast.

[RUSH TRANSCRIPT: CHECK AGAINST DELIVERED REMARKS]

If you're wondering what I'm doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It's certainly not because I'm a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I'm here because I've got a messianic complex.

Yes, it's true. And for anyone who knows me, it's hardly a revelation.

Well, I'm the first to admit that there's something unnatural...something unseemly...about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the south of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert...but this is really weird, isn't it?

You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind.

Mr. President, are you sure about this?

It's very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned - I'm Irish.

I'd like to talk about the laws of man, here in this city where those laws are written. And I'd like to talk about higher laws. It would be great to assume that the one serves the other; that the laws of man serve these higher laws...but of course, they don't always. And I presume that, in a sense, is why you're here.

I presume the reason for this gathering is that all of us here - Muslims, Jews, Christians - all are searching our souls for how to better serve our family, our community, our nation, our God.

I know I am. Searching, I mean. And that, I suppose, is what led me here, too.

Yes, it's odd, having a rock star here - but maybe it's odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life. Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line. Where the line between church and state was...well, a little blurry, and hard to see.

I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God.

For me, at least, it got in the way. Seeing what religious people, in the name of God, did to my native land...and in this country, seeing God's second-hand car salesmen on the cable TV channels, offering indulgences for cash...in fact, all over the world, seeing the self-righteousness roll down like a mighty stream from certain corners of the religious establishment...

I must confess, I changed the channel. I wanted my MTV.

Even though I was a believer.

Perhaps because I was a believer.

I was cynical...not about God, but about God's politics. (There you are, Jim.)

Then, in 1997, a couple of eccentric, septuagenarian British Christians went and ruined my shtick - my reproachfulness. They did it by describing the millennium, the year 2000, as a Jubilee year, as an opportunity to cancel the chronic debts of the world's poorest people. They had the audacity to renew the Lord's call - and were joined by Pope John Paul II, who, from an Irish half-Catholic's point of view, may have had a more direct line to the Almighty.

'Jubilee' - why 'Jubilee'?

What was this year of Jubilee, this year of our Lord's favor?

I'd always read the scriptures, even the obscure stuff. There it was in Leviticus (25:35)...

'If your brother becomes poor,' the scriptures say, 'and cannot maintain himself...you shall maintain him.... You shall not lend him your money at interest, not give him your food for profit.'

It is such an important idea, Jubilee, that Jesus begins his ministry with this. Jesus is a young man, he's met with the rabbis, impressed everyone, people are talking. The elders say, he's a clever guy, this Jesus, but he hasn't done much...yet. He hasn't spoken in public before...

When he does, is first words are from Isaiah: 'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,' he says, 'because He has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.' And Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord's favour, the year of Jubilee (Luke 4:18).

What he was really talking about was an era of grace - and we're still in it.

So fast-forward 2,000 years. That same thought, grace, was made incarnate - in a movement of all kinds of people. It wasn't a bless-me club... it wasn't a holy huddle. These religious guys were willing to get out in the streets, get their boots dirty, wave the placards, follow their convictions with actions...making it really hard for people like me to keep their distance. It was amazing. I almost started to like these church people.

But then my cynicism got another helping hand.

It was what Colin Powell, a five-star general, called the greatest W.M.D. of them all: a tiny little virus called AIDS. And the religious community, in large part, missed it. The ones that didn't miss it could only see it as divine retribution for bad behaviour. Even on children...even [though the] fastest growing group of HIV infections were married, faithful women.

Aha, there they go again! I thought to myself judgmentalism is back!

But in truth, I was wrong again. The church was slow but the church got busy on this the leprosy of our age.

Love was on the move.

Mercy was on the move.

God was on the move.

Moving people of all kinds to work with others they had never met, never would have cared to meet...conservative church groups hanging out with spokesmen for the gay community, all singing off the same hymn sheet on AIDS...soccer moms and quarterbacks...hip-hop stars and country stars. This is what happens when God gets on the move: crazy stuff happens!

Popes were seen wearing sunglasses!

Jesse Helms was seen with a ghetto blaster!

Crazy stuff. Evidence of the spirit.

It was breathtaking. Literally. It stopped the world in its tracks.

When churches started demonstrating on debt, governments listened - and acted. When churches starting organising, petitioning, and even - that most unholy of acts today, God forbid, lobbying...on AIDS and global health, governments listened - and acted.

I'm here today in all humility to say: you changed minds; you changed policy; you changed the world.

Look, whatever thoughts you have about God, who He is or if He exists, most will agree that if there is a God, He has a special place for the poor. In fact, the poor are where God lives.

Check Judaism. Check Islam. Check pretty much anyone.

I mean, God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill. I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff. Maybe, maybe not. But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them. "If you remove the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, and if you give yourself to the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then your light will rise in darkness and your gloom with become like midday and the Lord will continually guide you and satisfy your desire in scorched places."

It's not a coincidence that in the scriptures, poverty is mentioned more than 2,100 times. It's not an accident. That's a lot of air time, 2,100 mentions. (You know, the only time Christ is judgmental is on the subject of the poor.) 'As you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me' (Matthew 25:40). As I say, good news to the poor.

Here's some good news for the president. After 9/11 we were told America would have no time for the world's poor. America would be taken up with its own problems of safety. And it's true these are dangerous times, but America has not drawn the blinds and double-locked the doors.

In fact, you have doubled aid to Africa. You have tripled funding for global health. Mr. President, your emergency plan for AIDS relief and support for the Global Fund - you and Congress - have put 700,000 people onto life-saving anti-retroviral drugs and provided 8 million bed nets to protect children from malaria.

Outstanding human achievements. Counterintuitive. Historic. Be very, very proud.

But here's the bad news. From charity to justice, the good news is yet to come. There is much more to do. There's a gigantic chasm between the scale of the emergency and the scale of the response.

And finally, it's not about charity after all, is it? It's about justice.

Let me repeat that: It's not about charity, it's about justice.

And that's too bad.

Because you're good at charity. Americans, like the Irish, are good at it. We like to give, and we give a lot, even those who can't afford it.

But justice is a higher standard. Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice; it makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties, it doubts our concern, it questions our commitment.

Sixty-five hundred Africans are still dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease, for lack of drugs we can buy at any drug store. This is not about charity, this is about justice and equality.

Because there's no way we can look at what's happening in Africa and, if we're honest, conclude that deep down, we really accept that Africans are equal to us. Anywhere else in the world, we wouldn't accept it. Look at what happened in South East Asia with the tsunami. 150,000 lives lost to that misnomer of all misnomers, "mother nature." In Africa, 150,000 lives are lost every month. A tsunami every month. And it's a completely avoidable catastrophe.

It's annoying but justice and equality are mates. Aren't they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain.

You know, think of those Jewish sheep-herders going to meet the Pharaoh, mud on their shoes, and the Pharaoh says, "Equal?" A preposterous idea: rich and poor are equal? And they say, "Yeah, 'equal,' that's what it says here in this book. We're all made in the image of God."

And eventually the Pharaoh says, "OK, I can accept that. I can accept the Jews - but not the blacks."

"Not the women. Not the gays. Not the Irish. No way, man."

So on we go with our journey of equality.

On we go in the pursuit of justice.

We hear that call in the ONE Campaign, a growing movement of more than 2 million Americans...Left and Right together... united in the belief that where you live should no longer determine whether you live.

We hear that call even more powerfully today, as we mourn the loss of Coretta Scott King - mother of a movement for equality, one that changed the world but is only just getting started. These issues are as alive as they ever were; they just change shape and cross the seas.

Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market...that's a justice issue. Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents...that's a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents...that's a justice issue.

And while the law is what we say it is, God is not silent on the subject.

That's why I say there's the law of the land¿. And then there is a higher standard. There's the law of the land, and we can hire experts to write them so they benefit us, so the laws say it's OK to protect our agriculture but it's not OK for African farmers to do the same, to earn a living?

As the laws of man are written, that's what they say.

God will not accept that.

Mine won't, at least. Will yours?

[ pause]

I close this morning on...very...thin...ice.

This is a dangerous idea I've put on the table: my God vs. your God, their God vs. our God...vs. no God. It is very easy, in these times, to see religion as a force for division rather than unity.

And this is a town - Washington - that knows something of division.

But the reason I am here, and the reason I keep coming back to Washington, is because this is a town that is proving it can come together on behalf of what the scriptures call the least of these.

This is not a Republican idea. It is not a Democratic idea. It is not even, with all due respect, an American idea. Nor it is unique to any one faith.

'Do to others as you would have them do to you' (Luke 6:30). Jesus says that.

'Righteousness is this: that one should...give away wealth out of love for him to the near of kin and the orphans and the needy and the wayfarer and the beggars and for the emancipation of the captives.' The Koran says that (2.177).

Thus sayeth the Lord: 'Bring the homeless poor into the house, when you see the naked, cover him, then your light will break out like the dawn and your recovery will speedily spring fourth, then your Lord will be your rear guard.' The Jewish scripture says that. Isaiah 58 again.

That is a powerful incentive: 'The Lord will watch your back.' Sounds like a good deal to me, right now.

A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord's blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it¿. I have a family, please look after them¿. I have this crazy idea...

And this wise man said: stop.

He said, stop asking God to bless what you're doing.

Get involved in what God is doing - because it's already blessed.

Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing.

And that is what he's calling us to do.

I was amazed when I first got to this country and I learned how much some churchgoers tithe. Up to 10% of the family budget. Well, how does that compare with the federal budget, the budget for the entire American family? How much of that goes to the poorest people in the world? Less than 1%.

Mr. President, Congress, people of faith, people of America:

I want to suggest to you today that you see the flow of effective foreign assistance as tithing.... Which, to be truly meaningful, will mean an additional 1% of the federal budget tithed to the poor.

What is 1%?

1% is not merely a number on a balance sheet.

1% is the girl in Africa who gets to go to school, thanks to you. 1% is the AIDS patient who gets her medicine, thanks to you. 1% is the African entrepreneur who can start a small family business thanks to you. 1% is not redecorating presidential palaces or money flowing down a rat hole. This 1% is digging waterholes to provide clean water.

1% is a new partnership with Africa, not paternalism toward Africa, where increased assistance flows toward improved governance and initiatives with proven track records and away from boondoggles and white elephants of every description.

America gives less than 1% now. We're asking for an extra 1% to change the world. to transform millions of lives - but not just that and I say this to the military men now - to transform the way that they see us.

1% is national security, enlightened economic self-interest, and a better, safer world rolled into one. Sounds to me that in this town of deals and compromises, 1% is the best bargain around.

These goals - clean water for all; school for every child; medicine for the afflicted, an end to extreme and senseless poverty - these are not just any goals; they are the Millennium Development goals, which this country supports. And they are more than that. They are the Beatitudes for a globalised world.

Now, I'm very lucky. I don't have to sit on any budget committees. And I certainly don't have to sit where you do, Mr. President. I don't have to make the tough choices.

But I can tell you this:

To give 1% more is right. It's smart. And it's blessed.

There is a continent - Africa - being consumed by flames.

I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did - or did not to - to put the fire out in Africa.

History, like God, is watching what we do.

Thank you. Thank you, America, and God bless you all.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

What's the Word? - [Etcetera]


The end of the booze fast, hearing God, human-animal hybrids, redefining church, kindness to Jesus, the word of the day, bible talk, the Living Word, and Chuck Norris facts...that's today's show in a nutshell. However, a lot is lost in translation so click here to experience it for yourself.

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