Finding good in social media?

Read this blogger! My sentiments, too, and I’m so glad to now know about #1000Speak for Compassion.

“… the ability to easily expose ourselves to multiple points of view – if not to change our minds, to at least understand the views of others. And that understanding allows for empathy. And the more we empathize, the less we hate.”

Yes!

Time for my thoughts...

As many of you know, this past week marked the 3rd anniversary of 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion (#1000Speak). Although I’ve already written, and shared, an anniversary post, I wanted to see if I could manage one that was closer to this month’s theme. The question posed was essentially (I think): How we can use the social media we live with, which is often used as a mechanism for harm, to possibly help people, or prevent tragedies?  Particularly given that concerns about the Parkland shooter were expressed to the appropriate agencies, but were not acted upon?

Those that know me, and/or regularly read this blog, know that I am concerned about the instant information, sound bite driven, world that we inhabit. There are significant drawbacks – the light-spreed movement of information allows for wide dissemination of misinformation, which in turn feeds conspiracy theories; the sense of anonymity has made bullying, and…

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Buttercream Cake

What a poignant essay. I love the straightforward approach, so matter of fact, so true, so full. Lovely. 

The Citron Review

by Ani Tascian

My dad had just finished what would be the first of three full rounds of treatments for Stage IV lung cancer. It was July 9, 2009 and this was his surprise birthday party. I pinned the rose boutonniere, carefully ordered two nights before, on his lapel. The multi-zippered jacket he was wearing was more Euro-looking than I was used to on him, most likely my mom’s purchase. “I’ve lost weight,” he said, rubbing his ribs with both hands and smiling, trying to make a joke but falling short. I smiled back and kissed him on both cheeks, “Happy Birthday, Baba.”

My younger sister Stephanie wasn’t speaking to me. “What is wrong with you? Why aren’t you helping? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Your father has cancer and you can’t help throw him a party? I don’t care if you have three-year old. We’re all busy.” My sister…

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Passion

I am most happy to share the words of my son-in-law, The Reverend Cameron Merrill, as we Christians begin our Holy Week. May this week speak to your heart, renew your hope, and fill you with God’s never ending love. Amen.

A Homiletical History

Palm/Passion Sunday
March 29, 2015
Text: Mark 14.1-15.47

Even if you aren’t a regular at church, you can tell that everything is all mixed up today.[1]

We gathered outside.

Somebody handed us a bulletin and a palm branch and told us to get in line.

We all processed in, together, instead of just the pastors, the acolytes, and the normal procession.

Even now, the sermon seems to be coming before the scripture reading.

This is not a normal Sunday.

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