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I was doing some thinking about that famous passage in Matthew 25, and relating it to other theologies (Liberation/Black/Feminist/Womanist/etc) and trying to see God through some different lenses to help me understand God better. (For the record, I'm less and less a fan of the "White male middle-class God" and the "Fluffy, blond-haired and blue-eyed Jesus" of Western culture...)
Anyway, I got thinking about safety and the access to and provision thereof for all people. I got thinking about "woke", and how it's so taboo for white people to be "woke." I did some research (you should too), and decided that I don't want to be "woke" because that's not appropriate. I do want to be accused of be aware of what's going on and the injustices around me though... But I'm going to call that "Love". Anyway, here's a poem I wrote: I enjoyed my first foray into spoken word with my "Culpable Disturbance of Shalom" piece that I thought I'd try again. Compassion was a theme for an assembly, and this time I had the image, and the words came, and then the music followed suit... It started from a single line from someone describing what "sin" meant. Their definition was that sin "is the culpable disturbance of Shalom." For whatever reason, that struck a chord, and subsequently this piece of written word flowed, ready for Easter Day 2021... Part of my Methodist Local Preacher's course entails various portfolio pieces in various media. Here's one of the questions I have tackled recently:
Produce something in a verbal medium (poetry, a talk, a meditation, a PowerPoint based on words) that you could use: (a) to share with a group what ‘calling’ means to you; and (b) to help them reflect on what 'calling' might mean to them. Part a: Sharing what Calling means to me (in the medium of Poetry): |
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