This is important
that last one
I am reading Night by Elie Wiesel. It’s required for a class I’m taking in the fall—God, Evil and Suffering. I haven’t even made it out of the preface and already I’m crying. I’m crying because I learned that the Nazis threw infants into fiery ditches while they were alive.
(I paused for a good long while—and still not long enough—when I read that truth for the first time.)
I’m crying for those babies. I’m crying for the eleven million murdered in the Holocaust—five to six million of them being Jewish. And I’m crying for all sorts of atrocities that continue today..
I’m crying for the 273 school girls who were kidnapped by Boko Haram Terrorists in Nigeria on April 15th. I’m crying for the unaccompanied children at the U.S. southern border seeking safety and refuge from drugs, violence, and trafficking in their home countries. I’m crying for the continued violence in Gaza. I’m crying for the beheadings of Christians in Iraq by ISIS terrorists. I’m crying for Michael Brown, and for all of the Michael Browns who have been killed, and for all of the young black men who make their way in this world fearing they could be next. I’m crying for the people I know and love who have been victimized by violence.
I’m crying because there are a gazillion atrocities occurring every second of every day in every corner of the world that I am not aware of. That my life can and does go on while the lives of others do not. I’m crying because I’m grateful my life has gone in spite of the violence I have experienced.
I am crying. I am praying.
I have no answers. I have only faith. And it is not enough. And yet… It is everything.
I do believe God is in the violence—not in the violence itself, but in the despair and ache and suffering it produces. I believe that God is present with those who have been and who are impacted by it. I have faith that God is at work for good in the midst of all the bad. I have faith in resurrection. I have faith that Jesus didn’t just go to hell and back for us, but that Jesus goes to hell and back with us. I have faith in the power of forgiveness and in the power of loving one’s neighbor. I have faith.
I am crying. I am praying. And I have faith that the Triune God hears me, and that my cries and prayers matter, and that yours do to.
Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord have mercy.
"It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding."
-from The Book Thief by Markus Zusak-
An open call to action to ALL artists everywhere!
Announcing WORLD ART DROP DAY on September 2nd
All artists, (that means students and professionals, painters and cartoonists, sculptors and illustrators, animators and fine artists, EVERYONE who creates) this September 2nd is World Art Drop Day. Wherever you find yourself that day, drop a piece of your art and tell someone where to find it. The world needs this right now. We need to feel a little more connection to each other and there’s nothing like the bond two random strangers can make through the act of creating and giving.
I recently just finished a cross-country art drop this summer and it was exhilarating. The emails and responses I received from the finders ran the gamut of funny to touching. I want that for everyone!
Here’s how it works:
- Draw a picture and hide it somewhere.
- Take a photo of either the art or the hiding spot or a combination of both.
- Post the image, the city you dropped it in, and a hint on any social media of your choice. Be sure to included the hashtag: #artdropday
- Then move on, hoping someone finds it. OR hang around and meet your new friend.
I need your help spreading the word on this. Reblog it, retweet it, facebook it, or even tell someone in person!
September 2nd, lets connect the whole planet with art!
We think comics and illustrated poems will probably count, too.
I LOVE THIS!
"Are you lonely?"
"It’s been a lifetime of loneliness. I decided early on that I better get used to it. I go to movies by myself. If the movie theater is completely empty, I’m even happier. I learned early on that if I wanted to go to restaurants, I better learn to go by myself. One benefit to being big is that people don’t bother you. I’m shocked that you came up to me. Nobody’s ever done that. When I started to go to therapy, it took me several sessions before I even spoke a word. I’d just sit there and cry. And honestly, you caught me on a tough day. I was sitting here feeling really bad about myself. Because I went to the doctor today, and I was sure that I’d lost weight. But I’d gained some."
There’s so much I want to say about this, but I keep deleting what I type because I can’t find the words so I’m just going to share this HONY post and ask that you think about it in relation to connecting with people…
Ariana Brown & Arati Warrier - “Invisible” (CUPSI 2014)
"Before I know who is worthy, I have already opened my mouth for them."
A beautiful group piece from UT Austin, champions of this year’s College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.
Men and Women, stages of fear
Men’s biggest fear is that women will laugh at them. Women’s biggest fear is that men will kill them.” Margaret Atwood#YesAllWomen
but that’s not the point.
It hurts to speak. My words have become so defensive they throw fists in my heart. And that is why it pounds, it throbs. Punch after punch I try to tell my words that I am not the enemy, that there is no need to beat me. That it is okay for them to sit still on the couch next to me instead of gasping for air in my lungs. I tell them, no one can hear them when they only scream in my throat—their echoes forming a painful lump. Let me speak you into existence, I plead. I know it hurts to speak, but the silence is deadly. The silence is deadly and we deserve life.