Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Same Kind of Different As Me by Ron Hall & Denver Moore with Lynn Vincent

Grade: A

[Spoilers: DUH]

This was a really good book. Johnny gave it to me for Christmas. I had heard some things on this book, but didn't really know details and didn't even know the name of the book--so I couldn't even get it for myself even if I wanted to.

Now knowing Johnny, and knowing the kind of person that he is, I knew that this book was going to be good. It was probably going to be semi-life changing. It was. But it did have a surprise element that I did NOT expect.

It's SUPER Christian. I mean, it's REALLY REALLY Christian--verging (or maybe even full-on, I haven't decided) on Evangelistic. Now I'm not saying that Johnny is some kind of hedonistic anti-Christ, because he definitely isn't and he definitely embodies many of the ideals that good people (Christian or not) typically have. That being said, Johnny isn't and never was (despite his brief stint in Catholic school) Christian. So it really surprised me when the book took the Christian turn. I was almost sure that it was going to go the way of "I had the Lord, and then I lost the Lord, but then I found solace in people, like this homeless dude."

But no. It just kept going. God this and God that. They didn't over do it. I found that I took comfort in THEIR comfort in God. They were tried time and time again and their faith (for the most part) persisted and their friendship grew. The book is full of one big downer, and it broke my heart. Completely broke my heart. So much so that I was caught on the elliptical reading and crying and running and wiping snot and tears off my face. It was a good feeling. :) I enjoyed the book a LOT. I enjoyed that it was set in Texas. In one of the chapters, you learn that Ron Hall was present in downtown Dallas during the JFK assassination. I go through phases of being a little obsessed with the history of that day. Right Thomas? RIGHT?

Okay, I think that's all I'm going to say about that. It was a good book, I recommend it. Christian or not--don't let it deter you. :)

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Cause of Peace and Brotherhood


As I read more and more of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s autobiography, I become more and more amazed. I dog-ear pages where he says something particularly moving or still relevant. I have to be very conservative in this dog-earring of pages, cause if I wasn't, my book would be impossible to back with all it's dog-eared pages making it fatter and fatter at the top.

Anyway, I'm only maybe... 3/5 of the way through the book. It's been slow. Not because it hasn't been good, but I think mostly because I'm... a slow reader. I like things to sink in. I can't skim. If I even start to FEEL like I skimmed, I usually have to go back 2 pages or so to re-read to make sure I didn't miss anything.

Do you guys know how many times MLK had gone to jail? A lot. Like, a lot. At first it was just things to keep him off the streets and off the pulpit--traffic tickets, stuff like that. Then it was for violating injunctions on protests (despite the fact they were peaceful protests). He's spent time in a Montgomery, Albany and Birmingham jail. He also wrote a super long letter to some "don't-rock-the-boat" ministers & rabbis that had criticized him for coming into Birmingham and trying to stir up trouble. He wrote about 16 pages (well in my book) worth as a rebuttal to what those ministers and rabbis had said about him in a paper. All he had were scraps of paper and the margins of the newspaper to write on. He. Is. A. Badass. Is it okay to call an ordained reverend a badass? Whatevs. What's done is done.

Anyway, my inspiration board for today heavily features the Reverend King. The top right photo is probably one of my favorites. MLK just got convicted of "violating the state's anti-boycott law." His wife, the beautiful, faithful, loving, caring, nurturing, steadfast Coretta Scott King is seen giving her hubby a giant smooch after his conviction. He later wrote,
"Ordinarily, a person leaving a courtroom with a conviction behind him would wear a somber face. But I left with a smile. I knew that I was a convicted criminal, but I was proud of my crime. It was the crime of joining my people in a nonviolent protest against injustice. It was the crime of seeking to instill within my people a sense of dignity and self-respect. It was the crime of desiring for my people the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It was above all the crime of seeking to convince my people that noncooperation with evil is just as much a moral duty as is cooperation with good."
See? Badass. In the middle, you see a photo of Rosa Parks. Also, a Grade A Badass. The middle is MLK with a photo of one of his biggest inspirations, India's Mahatma Ghandi. He practiced what he preached--nonviolent civil disobedience. Without Ghandi's trailblazing efforts to overcome his opposition through nonviolence, who knew if the leaders of our civil rights movement would've known to take the same steps?
If this philosophy had not emerged, by now many streets of the South would, I am convinced, be flowing with blood. And I am further convinced that if our white brothers dismiss as "rabble-rousers" and "outside agitators" those of us who employ nonviolent direct action, and if they refuse to support our nonviolent efforts, millions of Negroes will, out of frustration and despair, seek solace and security in black nationalist ideologies--a development that would inevitably lead to a frightening racial nightmare."
I can quote this man forever, but you see my point. Ever since I started reading this book, I've constantly tried to find arguments and parallels and instances where things Dr. King had said were still relevant today. While almost everything regarding race relations that he says is indeed still relevant today, I found a lot of what he said applicable to the struggle for LGBT (GLBT?) rights. I'll end this blog with one last thing that MLK said that really sparked something in me. I've always been a proponent of gay rights (omg, can we just fricken let them marry already?!) and what MLK said makes me really want to get out there. And... it also makes it disappointed in the church for not spreading the message of love when it comes to homosexuality. Then again, I've read (and seen banners) for a group at the UCC called "PRISM" and they are a group for LGBT (basically all non-heterosexual) Catholics who meet every Monday. I think I'd actually really like to go to meetings, just to learn more. Yes. I'm going to do that. Anyway, here's a few more words from the great Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
There was a time when the Church was very powerful--in the time when the early Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. [...] Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear-drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.
Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,
Martin Luther King, Jr.
*All excerpts were taken from The Autobiography of Martin Luther King, Jr. Edited by Clayborne Carson. If you're interested in this novel, you can purchase it here!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

[Spoiler Alert, because it is literally impossible for me to talk about this book the way I want to without divulging EVERYTHING that happens in it, and because I don't know how to write without telling everything anyway.]

Grade: A

Before I actually start this book review, I just wanted to state that I am officially upset at Kyle and how, despite the fact that I rarely ever see him anymore, I still am victim to his many Kyle-isms on a daily basis. For example, while typing in the title of this book in the title subject line, I almost wanted to write The Five People You MEAT in Heaven. Which, of course, would be a completely different book altogether. Probably still as interesting, but... different.

I. Loved. This. Book. I devoured it on the treadmill at Premiere Lady Fitness. It was just short of 200 pages (200 little midget pages with fairly large font) and it was some of the best 200 pages I've ever read.

The book begins at the end. I wish I had the book on hand right now to quote from it, but maybe it's better this way so I can accurately describe exactly what it was that I got from reading it. Anyway, as I was saying, the beginning is the end, or is it that the end is only the beginning? Point is, the end never really is the end, and that was great for this book, because it would be over in the first 15 pages or so if that were the case.

You meat (dammit Kyle!) meet Eddie. Do we ever learn his last name? I don't think so.  [No, but everyone called him "Eddie Maintenance" cause that's what it said on his shirt!  I remember now!]  We know that he works at Ruby Pier, an amusement park on a pier (not quite Astroworld, more... Kemah boardwalk), and that he's 83 (it was his birthday). He's not a grumpy old man, but he's not a jolly one either. He, or so he thinks, goes through life, day by day, greasing tracks, tightening bolts and, every now and then, making a kid happy by making little animal shapes with pipe cleaners. Nothing spectacular. Nothing important. Nothing done by a nobody.

He meets 5 people: The Blue Man, Captain, Ruby (of the Pier), Margeurite & Tala. Each teaching him a very different lesson. Each in a different stage (of that particular person he's meeting) of Heaven. I love Albom's portrayal of Heaven. Much like Sebold's depiction of the "in-between" in The Lovely Bones, you don't meet God. He does mention God, the existence of him at least, but he didn't make God a character. I really liked that. To me, Albom let the five people be a vessel for God. Each person was there to teach Eddie the lessons he needed to learn, the lessons that, presumably God deemed important.

The Blue Man, someone who's death Eddie had inadvertently brought on, taught the lesson that every life is connected to another. With Eddie's life, came the death of the Blue Man. This is how the world works. It's just a fact of life.

The Captain was Eddie's captain back when he served in the army. After months in captivity by Japanese soldiers during World War II in the Philippines, Eddie helps he and his fellow soldiers to escape by distracting their four captors with juggling--yes, juggling. Eventually, they overpower their captors and in revenge for all the things they were forced to endure while under their power, the soldiers set fire to the entire village. Eddie swears he sees a shadow in the hut that he just set fire to and, ignoring the pleas of his fellow soldiers to get into the transport vehicle, he attempts to run into the hut to save whoever was stuck in the hut. What happened next was one of those life-altering events that, in the eyes of Eddie, ruined his life forever. A bullet hit his leg. A bullet that would render his leg useless. A bullet that he blamed as the cause of his "nothing" life. A bullet that was shot from his own Captain's gun. The Captain tried to explain that he was trying to save Eddie's life by taking him out via crippling his leg. Fighting ensues, the Captain doesn't fight back, he lets Eddie get out his anger. The Captain explains that in life, you must make sacrifices. Ultimately, the Captain made a sacrifice in the end that gave Eddie the gift of life--lame leg or not.

Ruby. As in Ruby-Pier-Ruby. Long story, but basically, she teaches Eddie the lesson of forgiveness. Eddie, who had a complicated relationship with his father (even more complicated than usual), had to learn to forgive his father. He learns things he didn't know and, though it's difficult, he learns to let go of his anger and his hate--which is only something that tears people apart.

Then there was Margeurite. Beautiful, pretty, young, Margeurite, aka Eddie's wife. The one and only love of his life. She sounds like a wonderful wife, I hope to be one like her one day. They faked me out and made me think she died when she, in fact, had not yet, but it was still devastating anyway. Point is, she teaches Eddie about love. That love transcends space and time (cliche, I know), but that it's more than just loving someone in the basic way we know it. When she passed away, she still felt Eddie's love--it just molded into a different form. Love is forever. (The emphasis on the word "is" is to be said a la Hugh Grant's character in Love Actually when he said, "... love actually is all around.")

There there is Tala. The entire book I was expecting to see "Annie or Amy", the girl that Eddie "saves" that causes his death. Throughout the book, he doesn't know if he was successful or not. He assumes not. I expected for him to meet her, as an old woman in his 5th step of Heaven--to show that he did save her, and that because of him, she was able to grow old. In a way, Mitch Albom did do something similar, but in a bigger, more unexpected way, I suppose. By this point, I had written of Eddie's vision of a shadow in the hut as just an hallucination, just as the Captain and Eddie's fellow soldiers guessed. Instead, he did see the shadow of a small child, a little girl named Tala who was told by her mother to hide from the soldiers in the hut. After Eddie tearfully pleads to the little girl to forgive him (I think?), Tala gives Eddie his final lesson. She lets Eddie know the reason why he was put on this earth to begin with. She first tells Eddie that he did, in fact, push Annie/Amy to safety from the falling roller coaster that caused his own death. He was confused because he distinctly remembered feeling little hands grasping him. Tala explains puts her own hands in his and he realizes that it was Tala, pulling him safely to Heaven.

Eddie eventually is taken back to a vision of the pier with thousands upon thousands of people, new and old and some non-existent (not born) and is told that because of his life's work of maintaining the pier, all of those people were kept safe... and that was his purpose in life. As little as it seemed to him, he held a much bigger purpose.

Now, after reading this novel, I go back to my post a week ago about Miep Gies and wonder again, am I doing enough? I don't want to have to wait until I'm done on this earth to find out what my purpose was. But maybe that's another lesson I need to learn. I just need to have faith in what I'm doing and hope that it is enough... maybe I'm not (and maybe no one is) meant to know what the meaning and purpose of life is while our time on earth is still ticking away. All I can do is try to live a good and happy life. I'll love my neighbor. I'll sacrifice what I can when I can--it's not all about me. I'll try not to let anger and negative emotions control me. I will let love (cheese alert!) lead the way.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Miep Gies (15 February 1909 – 11 January 2010)


I was in the car today and Bobby Bones went to commercial and so I switched to NPR. I felt it. Before they even started the story, I could feel another tearful morning coming on. The next thing I know, they announced that Miep Gies died at 100 years old. 100 years old. She helped hide the van Pels, Mr. Pfeffer, and of course the Franks. Most notably, Anne. She always said that she wasn't a hero, to the contrary of what everyone believed. She said she only did what she thought was right--she said that she had imagined the sleepless nights and the regret that she would feel if she didn't help, and she knew she couldn't live that life.

It still is shocking to me to think that such an atrocity like the Holocost could happen in "modern" times. Genocide. Fucking genocide. What disgusts me even more is the idea that I could be guilty of being someone who lived during a genocide and did nothing to help prevent it. I mean, Darfur. I never really hopped on that whole thing when it was happening real big at UT, but that was mostly out of ignorance--I didn't really know much about it, I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know how big of a deal it was. Johnny was all about it, which led me to believe that it was definitely legit (I've found that I have the same view of Johnny as I do my brother David. I highly respect their points of views and I take almost everything they say as fact). I still don't know much about it. I need to educate myself more. Note to self: Reread Anne Frank's Diary. I'm pretty sure we had to read it in 8th grade when we did a whole unit on the Holocaust (remember Schindler's List in Mr. Hancock's room?), but for some reason, I don't really remember it.

What can I do to make my life meaningful for other people? For the world? Gies didn't feel like she was doing anything extraordinary--she just felt she was doing what was right. If I live my life as "right" as I possibly can, will that be enough?

Monday, April 6, 2009

My Problem

I think my problem with keeping up with blogs is that I never feel like anything I have to say is that blogworthy. And if there IS something that's blogworthy, I feel like I'm not worthy of putting into words. Why does it matter? I'm not sure.

The other day at church the priest at the UCC gave a particularly good homily. He's probably normally good--I just rarely focus and pay attention. I'm normally just... staring at the floor. Or the ceiling. Or the Texas Revue shirt of the girl in front of me so I can look for Longhorn Singers on it. Anyway, he started off by talking about changes in the seasons. When he was younger, he'd look out his window and see all of the leaves falling off a tree. He said there was a bundle of leaves that just seemed to cling onto the tree. Everyday he'd wake up and cheer on those leaves that seemed so resistant to the changing of the seasons.

Then Spring came along and those leaves were still clinging onto this tree--this tree that was springing with new life! Beautiful green leaves! And yet, here's this bundle of dead leaves. It's hindering the tree of growing and breathing new life where there's this dead weight just clinging onto the tree and not letting go.

Moral of the story: Let go of all the dead weight that's holding you back from living life as best as possible.

This came right after I had a fairly difficult week dealing with the same kind of issues. That homily couldn't come at a better time. If I ever doubt that God really is listening and he really is there... I can just remember instances like this one. He's always there, I'm just not listening hard enough.

I'm probably staring at the ceiling.