What May Seem Like Love

I’m taking in the new Wilco CD this morning. Can I still call it a CD or is there a new name for the post-disc/sleeve era of music ownership?

The final track, One Sunday Morning (Song for Jane Smiley’s Boyfriend), tells the story of a man’s struggle with his father’s rejection of his lifestyle, based around the father’s belief in God. It’s a haunting, beautiful song launched out of a dinner (apparently) where Jeff Tweedy met said boyfriend and heard the story told here, ending in the boyfriend’s relief at the death of his father. An interview with Jeff Tweedy at chicagomag.com offered this gem: “Now he’s going to know he was wrong and that there is an only loving God.”

Which begs the question from me: “Why do people always assume all loving means all accepting?” Give it some thought.

What It Means To Love

I make no secret of the fact that I’m a Christian. I’m sure some might call me an apologetic due to the amount of time I spend researching, reading, analyzing. Like everything I do, I approach my Christianity with a huge dose of analysis. My mom likes to remind me my first word was not “mom” or “dad”, but apparently, “what’s that”. Add to this the fact that I absolutely adore a good debate and I’ve become a willing participant in many discussions, be they with other Christians or with atheists, often in regards to the deeds of those who claim to be Christians themselves.

So what are my thoughts on Terry Jones and his Dove World Outreach Centre, who’ve proposed marking the 9th anniversary of the World Trade Centre bombings by burning a pile of Qur’an? I think it’s a perfect example of why we never accept someone as Christian because they say they are. The Bible tells us to do a lot things, from spreading the word to non-believers to working for the benefit of the least of us. It doesn’t teach us that the desecration of items sacred to others will somehow improve the understanding and acceptance of items we hold sacred. Do Terry Jones and his parishioners feel their Bible is somehow unable to defend itself?

There’s one simple fact of human behaviour and understanding: That we aren’t reached through irrational acts of spite or anger. Yet society at large seems unable to understand or accept this. We tell people who to vote for by belittling the opposition. We tell people what movies to watch or music to listen to by insisting what they listen to isn’t good. And, apparently, some of us feel burning the Qur’an will somehow awaken others to the truth we find in our Bible. Maybe we should extend a peaceful hand and an offering of selfless compassion instead? Maybe people will vote for our candidate through proof of action and educated promises? Maybe people will listen to your music after you provide them a CD to check out? And maybe Terry Jones and the Dove World Outreach Centre would find a better way to get back to the basics of what their God teaches – to spread the word in love.

Peace.

Monday Mission 2.48

As always, PromoGuy asks the hard questions, and we don’t shy away from answers.

1. Suppose God grants you one miracle. Consider the world in which we live. Consider your life and family. What would you request for this miracle? Are you sure that is the best way to use it? You only get one.
My first attempt would be to wish for 1,000 more wishes. There is no case history on the effectiveness of this wish, but in the highly probable case it didn’t work, I think I’d wish for God to show himself to all residents of Earth. Reason being, it’d be a lot harder to be evil if you knew for sure what was waiting for you around the next bend.

2. Have you ever had an experience where you truly believe your prayer was answered? If you don’t believe in such things, how come? What is your philosophy on prayer?
My grandfather survived prostate cancer and the replacement of the main valve to his heart last year, so yeah, I believe prayer can be answered. Unfortunately, people seem to think asking God for something means it has to come true, simply because they asked. So when bad things happen they instantly become cynical SOBs feeling they’re owed something. That irritates me.

3. Have you ever lost a pet? That is, have you ever had a pet get loose, run away or be stolen? Did you get it back? How did the loss impact your life?
My dog Bubba got stolen from the front porch when I was a very young child, probably 3 or 4. I still remember him, though. I used to ride around on his back and stuff, he was pretty cool. My Mom, sister, and I left to go to my Mom’s bowling league one morning and all that was left was a cut leash. I remember driving around trying to find him to no avail. Impact? It sucked, that’s about it. It’d probably hurt more if Taco was stolen now.

4. What is your favorite holiday food?
Dude, the chocolate. All the chocolate. Every last bit of it. Except Icy Cups, they suck hard. Honourable mention to turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, and Nan’s punch.

5. Are there are dishes or desserts that someone in your family fixes better than anyone else?
My Mom makes the best Spaghetti, my Dad makes the best steak, my Grandmother (Nan) makes the best goose, and my other Grandmother (Dodo) can bake anything better than anybody. If anyone has a problem with any of these I’d be happy to take them out back for a whuppin’.

6. Do you have any siblings with children? How does it make you feel to be an Aunt or an Uncle? If not, would you like to be have nieces and nephews? Would you make a good relative to them?
I’ve got no siblings with children, but I really look forward to the day I get to be an Uncle. I love kids, and typically kids love me. Can’t wait.

7. I am putting together a CD of great holiday music. Do you have any suggestions of what songs (title/artist) I should include?
Yes, yes I do. The entire A Charlie Brown Christmas by Vince Guaraldi, Les Anges Dans Nos Campagnes by Bruce Cockburn, Old Toy Trains and Whose Birthday is Christmas by The Statler Brothers, The Greatest Gift Of All by Kenny & Dolly, and Senor Santa Claus and Blue Christmas by Jim Reeves. I could go more in depth, but that’s the A-list.

Cheers!