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Dear friends and visitors,
Here’s wishing all a safe and blessed holiday.
The following was originally posted in 2016. It doesn’t seem that long since I first saw the movie Risen. It is one of my favorite movies.
Risen is about a Roman Tribune named Clavius who is tasked by Pilot to find the body of the crucified Jesus Christ that is no longer in the tomb, and before the three days predicted that he would rise from the dead.
Clavius sets out to find the followers of Yeshua for them to tell him where they have hidden the body. Instead, Clavius finds more than he anticipated — a man who he ordered killed and saw dead, alive again.
Below is a video interview of Cliff Curtis who played Yeshua in the movie. When asked about his preparations to play the role of Jesus the Christ, Curtis said that he didn’t want to talk about or preach love and peace — he wanted to be love and peace.
Following that video is a scene from the movie that I enjoy, and hope that you will too.
On this day, I am reminded of an experience when I was in college. It was a writers, evening class made-up of mostly women. The professor encouraged us to express ourselves, and there were a few women in class who always exercised that right by discussing the women’s movement of that time. One pointed out that the make-up of the class, having very few White men, indicated that women did not receive the privilege of attending college right after high school. We juggle family and full-time jobs with college classes. Mostly, the motivation for a college degree was to increase our earning potential.
A man student mockingly sat back with a smirk on his face, and stated the reason was not because of White male privilege but because women were not as intelligent as men — are stupid, and belong in the kitchen and the bedroom.
There must have been 20 voices all talking at the same time after he said that. I remained quiet until the professor gained control. Then I raised my hand, was acknowledged, and turned to that man saying;
“I’m so sorry you feel that way about your mother.”
It was as if all the air was suck out of the room. The professor gave us a break. When we returned to the class room, the man did not return and it fact, he disappeared for the rest of the semester. Read the rest of this entry
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Sadly, here in the U.S., today is also the first anniversary of the mass shooting at the Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland Florida, that resulted in the deaths of fourteen high school students and three school faculty members.
While an initial sense of hopelessness descended upon our nation, for those of us who believe in common sense gun reform, that’s slowly given way to cautious optimism. The students who survived that horrifying massacre have created a movement for change that for the first time has outlasted the initial news cycle. In 2018, at least 67 new gun laws were enacted in in Florida and 26 other states, as well as the District of Columbia. In Washington, 17 newly elected House members are supporters of stricter gun laws and more than two dozen House members who were backed by the National Rifle Association were defeated…
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Keep all the good and positive thoughts and things that happened in 2018, but discard all the bad.
This video has become a tradition here at We Hold These Truths To Be Self-Evident for the Holiday Season. Hope you enjoy!
Today is Labor Day in America. It’s a time set aside to honor those who work hard every day. This holiday is a day of rest for many workers while some have to be on the job to keep things moving. I am glad to be off myself on the fourth day of my four-day weekend. Here’s to all of you who are working today and every day.
While we honor the living dads, and remember those dads who have passed on, let us also remember those dads who have a child that has passed on.
Celebrating life today and continuing it everyday. May you be filled with life and love.
Just a moment ago, I heard the news play Donald Trump’s statement where he said he’s the “least racist person …” Mr. Trump, “least racist” means you are “racist” but by your own comparisons, you think others are more racist than yourself. Other than the Supreme Court of the United States, you hold the highest power in the land. Racism is defined as person who shows or feels bigotry or prejudice against people of other races, because they believe their particular race is superior to others.
Give such people power and authority over the lives of others, and we have systemic, institutionalized racism.
Mr. Trump, being “least racist” is unacceptable. You represent a country of people of all races, all genders, all economic statuses. You represent the healthy and the sick; the educated and poorly educated; people of all ages; people in rural and urban communities. You represent this nation, and your representation is not making America great. In fact, it has impugned us to the world. If you think that returning America to the days before the Civil War, or to the days of Jim Crow is making it great, then you might want to remember that it was those very things that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. challenged. This country made promises and wrote privileges in its constitution. There is no room for racism. We’ve come too far to turn back now. Read the rest of this entry
Peace on Earth; Good Will to all Mankind.
Along with wishing everyone joy and peace, I also want to take this time to thank blog followers and participants. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’ll probably be off and on but have no plans of writing blog posts until after the first of the year. I still plan to be on Twitter posting links of headlines. If you’re not following me, my handle is @XenaBb7. Read the rest of this entry
This was posted last year, and I couldn’t wait to repost it again.
Yep. This is what I want for Christmas — every single last one of them. 🙂
Friends, participants, visitors,
Many of us have stressed out over what is happening in politics. From healthcare to taxes to a number of other issues, we have reason to be concerned. Everyday, there seems to be something new. This doesn’t include hearing and/or reading the rude, cruel tweets of our President.
From now until after the first of the year, I will no doubt reblog from time to time and see if we can share a bit of joy to relieve the stress. Starting off, here’s a Christmas song by Stevie Wonder and Andra Day.
Thanksgiving Day is actually not a national holiday celebrating Pilgrims being taught about natural food in the new land by Native Americans. Most Americans have come to realize that it’s just one day in history that no longer applies to peaceful gatherings of people from different cultures sharing a meal.
Truly, I don’t know of anyone who goes to Native American reservations to share a meal with them on the fourth Thursday of November every year and give thanks to God for having wonderful, caring people feed them with food grown on their own land.
History books do not tell us when or how Pilgrims were overtaken by capitalists, changing how Native Americans were appreciated and treated with respect and the love of Christ by Pilgrims. I suppose that we are to forget the slaughter of Native Americans, the intentional implanting of disease, the slaughter of native animals to starve Native Americans, and the wars to take over their lands.
Americans make their own holiday traditions and they seldom line-up with the real reason for the holiday. That means, for me, that Thanksgiving is a family holiday because family members who work have the day off.
With that being said, I want to wish everyone a safe holiday.
Here’s wishing everyone a safe Memorial Day weekend.
When I was a child, my parents called it “Decoration Day.” My brother served in the Army and every year on Decoration Day, the family headed out to the cemetery to visit his grave. As we got closer to the cemetery, there were shops that sold flags and flowers. My mom always bought a wreath to lay on my brother’s grave that would not get blown away by the wind, and next to it, we stuck the stick into the ground that held the American flag.
When my dad made his transition, he was buried in the same cemetery as my brother. We kept to the same tradition of a wreath and American flag. As the years went on, Memorial Day became a day to visit the final resting places of other family members who transitioned but had not served in the Armed Forces. Read the rest of this entry