I recently began my fourth year of university. Throughout this journey, I have gained many vital skills that will last me my whole life. But of all the skills and knowledge that I have thus far gained, it is the ability to listen that I cherish most. Continue reading “Learning to Listen: Fundamentalism, Politics, and Opening the Mind”
“…Joash replied to the hostile crowd around him, “Are you going to plead Baal’s cause? Are you trying to save him? Whoever fights for him shall be put to death by morning! If Baal really is a god, he can defend himself when someone breaks down his altar.””
I think I read this text for the first time when I was 10 years old. Not every kid goes around reading the Book of Judges when they’re that young but, in the world I grew up in, it made sense. I had already read the coolest book in the bible, Revelation, several times, and Paul is quite boring until you’re old enough to get it, so the Old Testament was the place to go until I was about 13. Short stories, soap-opera family drama, cool battles, angels destroying armies overnight, tales of glory, and clear life advice like don’t kill people unless God tells you to, or, manage well your budget, don’t be lazy, listen to your parents. I highly recommend the OT for 10 year olds. Anyhow, there was I, reading the story of Gideon. Gideon destroyed a statue of Baal, a rival god, and when Baal’s followers came to kill him, Joash, Gideon’s father, defended him with that clear checkmate: If Baal is god, you don’t have to protect him, he’ll protect himself. Continue reading “Weak Gods, Fragile Truths, and the Unknown”
I haven’t written here in a long time. These days, more and more I realize that religious truths are not meant to be communicated through cold logical exercise and exposition, but through vivid imagery, music, and art. I have been writing a lot of poetry, and here I’d like to share something that very well fits this blog.
I got him half a lifetime ago. His lifetime.
He’s like my little brother from another species
Mon minou mignon, gato gatoso, my furball
Little fluffy killing machine
My cat Continue reading “A Poem About My Cat”
Ça faisait longtemps.
Longtemps qu’on ne s’était pas regardé, adressé la parole ou même fait le geste de salutation habituel. L’hiver nous a laissé ”de glace” dirait-on quand vient la saison chaude. Enfin on peut respirer sans craindre de s’étouffer par la toux que le froid nous a amené; comme un amis avec lequel on avait un froid et qu’on essaie désormais d’éviter. Continue reading “Foi.”
I have not written anything for a good while, perhaps a month? To me this blog is largely a tool of digestion, but in the past while I seem to have digested quite a number of thoughts without needing to write. A lot of it happened unexpectedly, by surprise. Some of it happened in class, some dancing (I am not even kidding), and some of it in deep meditation, breathing.
Most of my past struggle has been in regards to how should I relate to God. Who is he/she/it, what, why. How? Most of the answer was around the way I should look at sacred writings. Continue reading “How I Read The Bible and Other Things”
My Experience with Homelessness
In last year’s census of the homeless, volunteers counted 3016 homeless people in Montreal. In all of Canada, it’s estimated that there are more than 235,000 homeless.
This is a problem. Continue reading “How Should We Respond to Homelessness?”
Voilà quelques années déjà, un homme m’aborda dans la rue. Il avait la mine vieillie, un regard franc accompagné d’une chaleur humaine étonnante. Me tenant le bras il m’invita à marcher avec lui, puis nous conversâmes. Je fus frappé par les différentes marques de meurtrissures qu’il portait, comme si on l’avait battu puis laissé là, gisant sur le plancher d’une sombre ruelle un soir d’hiver. Après avoir répondu à ses nombreuses question quant à ma personne et mes occupations, à mon tour je lui soumis mes diverses interrogations face à qui il était et ce qu’il faisait. Tout-à-coup il s’arrêta brusquement et se tournant vers moi il me regarda droit dans les yeux en m’ordonnant de tourner la tête à 180 degrés: ”Mon garçons” dit-il, ”Regarde derrière toi!” Continue reading “Les Deux Pieds Sur Terre.”