for I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
Giver of abundant gifts, on this Thanksgiving we celebrate . . . we celebrate. Ah what are we celebrating God? It seems to me that we have nothing to celebrate, nothing to be thankful for, except empty hearts and soulless comments.
Too many children are dying before our eyes on beaches, in stormy seas, in mountain passes, and refugee camps. Too many are blinded by their fears, unable to see the path to your love. I don’t know God, I can’t really think of something to be thankful for this year, you see my eyes are clouded with tears and my heart is screaming in pain for those who are being denied entry into our so called circle of love. By the...
The rhetoric ran hot this past week in the wake of the terror attacks and the arguments about whether to take in Syrian refugees. Roshi Joan Halifax of Upaya Zen Center shared these wise words:
"...[R]eading about the terrible situation refugees are facing as they flee from violence, I am contemplating reactions and responses from many parts of the world. There is so much anger being expressed by so many. One of the things I have learned about anger is that it is directly related to feelings of helplessness. This tendency can be based on deep issues related to survival and agency, for example. And this does not justify anger. Anger is a corrosive emotion that has negative effects on one's health and the well-being of others. In Buddhism, it is considered a serious obstacle to awakening, an...
This is a repost from Eric Atcheson at The Theophilus Project. Reprinted with permission.
(I wrote this post back in September, when the plights of the Syrian refugees making their way to Europe began making the news here in the States and President Obama announced a plan to accept 10,000 Syrian refugees.
In the midst of massive prejudice against them in the wake of the Paris and Beirut terrorist attacks over the weekend, I feel it's important for me to, as a descendant of wartime refugees, to publicly restate the moral imperative--from both a Christian and an American perspectiv--for accepting those with less freedom than ourselves. My hope is that in so doing, we will reach for a divine grace far greater than ourselves. ~E.A.)
Do not pick your vineyard clean or gather up all the gr...