Tag: life truths

  • Breakfast at McDonald's

    This is a good story (and is apparently true).

    “I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. Our lecturer was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called: “Smile”. The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

    I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

    Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and theneven my husband did. I did not move an inch… an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible “dirty body” smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was “smiling”. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God’s Light as he searched for acceptance.

    He said, “Good day” as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

    The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, “Coffee is all Miss” because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm.) Then I really felt it – the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.

    I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman’s cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Thank you.” I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, “I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.”

    I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, “That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.” We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given, were we able to give.

    We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God’s sweet love.

    I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in “my project” and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, “Can I share this?” I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings – and being part of God – share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald’s, my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: Unconditional acceptance.

    Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to Love people and use things – not to love things and use people.

  • …and in despair, I came across this

    During one of the many Reformation battles, a young soldier found himself and his army being soundly defeated by the enemy. He and his comrades hastily retreated from the battlefield in defeat, running away in fear of their very lives.

    The enemy gave chase. The young man ran hard and fast, full of fear and desperation, and soon found himself cut off from his comrades. The soldier eventually came upon a rocky ledge containing a cave.

    Knowing the enemy was close behind, and that he was exhausted from the chase, he chose to hide there. After he crawled in, he fell to his face in the darkness, desperately crying to God to save him and protect him from his enemies. He made a bargain with God. He promised that if God saved him, he would serve Him for the remainder of his days.

    When he looked up from his despairing plea for help, he saw a spider beginning to weave its web at the entrance to the cave. As he watched the delicate threads being slowly drawn across the mouth of the cave, the young soldier pondered its irony. He thought,

    “I asked God for protection and deliverance, and He sent me a spider instead. How can a spider save me?”

    His heart was hardened, knowing the enemy would soon discover his hiding place and kill him. He soon heard the sound of his enemies, who were now scouring the area looking for those in hiding.

    One soldier slowly walked up to the cave’s entrance. As the young man crouched in darkness, hoping to surprise the enemy in a last-minute, desperate attempt to save his own life, he felt his heart pounding wildly out of control.

    As the enemy cautiously moved forward to enter the cave, he came upon the spider’s web – which by now was completely strung across the opening.

    He backed away and called out: “There can’t be anyone in here. They would’ve had to break the spider’s web to enter the cave. Let’s move on.”

    Years later, this young man, who made good his promise by becoming a preacher and evangelist, wrote about the ordeal. What he observed has stood by me in times of trouble, especially during those times when everything seemed impossible:

    “Where God is, a spider’s web is as a stone wall. Where God is not, a stone wall is as a spider’s web.”

  • awesome feature from iafrica.com

    Different worlds? Maybe not…
    Jerome Simelane [Thu, 03 Jan 2008]

    I am a guy and he is a guy. We are from different worlds. Ja well, no fine — what the hell do I mean? Well, here’s the question: To all straight people, how many people do you know that are gay and your friends?

    I am the first to confess that I never thought about it. Now, having watched a few episodes of ‘Will & Grace’ I feel I’m qualified to talk on this subject simply because I can laugh myself stukkend while watching the show.

    It is a great programme, with sarcasm and satire that most open-minded people can relate to. It is both liberated and liberating.

    I never thought I would watch a ‘gay’ sitcom and catch myself laughing and that got me thinking that the whole issue about straight people not relating to gay people is overstated.

    In reality…

    One of my life-long friends just recently came ‘out’ to me. What I find disturbing is that his revelation made me uneasy at first. Okay, maybe not uneasy but I was shocked and flabbergasted.

    This oke, with whom I was so close, was gay and had been all along. It took me some time to process but I realised that it was not up to me to be judgmental — rather, I should be supportive.

    Fully aware of the stigma of being gay, lesbian, queer, moffie, or whatever (who knows what homosexuals are called these days) made me think that my friend (and I still refer to him as my bra) was going through identity hell. He didn’t need me to let his revelation get in the way of our friendship.

    Which brings me to the next question: “What is so strange about someone being gay?”

    Being heterosexual, I don’t expect others to say: “Hey, mfowethu, look, I’m straight!” Duh! That is no revelation to me, it’s like second nature. Which proves we tend to judge others, make assumptions and reach conclusions based on our own beliefs and way of navigating the world — and that subjectivity is so wrong.

    What’s the difference?

    Back to my friend: We hang together, talk about politics, cars, sex, blah, blah, blah. In actual fact, there is, or rather there was, no difference that was ‘out there’ for me to evaluate.

    Believe me, he is not a sissy or trying to be what he ain’t. Now I know that whenever we talked about J Lo’s behind, he was busy picturing Denzel Washington’s eyes or Brad Pitt’s torso and probably devouring Vin Diesel.

    But he’s still a guy’s guy to me — we haven’t stopped hanging out, drinking beer, chatting… (although I have to admit its hard to concur whenever he says, “That guy is cute”).

    So I guess if I’m going to be a friend I would have to hook him up with a decent, good-looking, to-die-for guy. I have no flippin’ clue where I might find such a person, but I am making an effort. And, whoever said that “plenty of fish in the sea” thing was lying. Sometimes there aren’t.

    True friends

    The saying, “you cannot choose family” should actually also extend to friends. We hit it off from the beginning and we have grown to know each other very well. A true friend would not desert another friend based solely on the fact that you are now attracted to a different gender.

    That he was secure enough to come out is an indication that he trusts me and I admire and have a lot of respect for my bra. Not a lot of people can do that.

    And even though this piece is entitled, ‘Different World’, how different are we, really, as people? So if you’re a guy and struggling to relate to a gay friend, here’s some advice — get some microwave popcorn and watch ‘Will & Grace’.

    I am a guy and he is a guy. Full stop.

    iafrica.com | highlife | his life | features Different worlds? Maybe not…

  • Gay words on Faith

    http://youtube.com/v/COZxeiWaMn8

    I found this little clip by accident. Americans have a “National Coming Out Day” (October 11), and this post was part of 2007’s “Video Quilt”.

    Check it out.

  • Kareem’s 6th letter from prison

    Below you will find a translation of the 6th letter Kareem sent from prison. The Arabic version is available here.

    I write, while the completion of a “whole” year in prison approaches, with my cuffed freedom and restricted movements. The tough experience pushed me to realize the bitterness of injustice that indescribable feeling which has no resemblance, particularly if applied on a victim that committed no guilt. I did nothing but merely practicing my legitimate right to speech, guaranteed by all civil and humanitarian rules despite the tyrants who do not approve it.

    Apparently, a quite long time has passed since the day of unjustly sentencing me to four years in prison. Until recently, I was not able to comment on the event because I had no access to media and I was deprived from exchanging mails or talking. I spent more than two months in the cells dedicated to those sentenced to death and serving punitive penalties. The prison officials claimed that there was no other proper place for me. They prevented me from having pens. Whenever I wanted to write a letter, I had no choice but to dictate it!

    Now, things have changed greatly. At least, I can write and exchange mails, not with complete freedom though. My letters unlike the letters of other prisoners are subject to censorship. However, the prison officials deny that any of the letters coming to me is confiscated. They confirm that they send them to me after reading the content regardless of content. Therefore, I found it a good opportunity to talk after a long period of forced silence and staying away from those who “invested” my crisis – according to my Tunisian friend, Emad Habib – because they do not deserve my slightest attention.

    I still clearly remember that day. I prepared myself, psychologically, to the final session of announcing the judgement. I did not care for the expected sentence, then. I was preoccupied with history and the anniversary that coincided that day. History repeats itself all the time; yesterday, today, and tomorrow are all alike. My final judgement session was held on February 22nd the day that I can never forget.

    On the same day forty six years ago – particularly in February 22nd, 1943 – a military court in Germany headed by a “racist” judge sentenced three University of Munich students to death. They are the brothers Sofia and Hans Scholl and their friend Christoph Probst. They were punished because they dared to confront the fascist regime in a non-violent way. They established a resistance movement against the ruling regime. They called it “White Rose Movement.” Their peaceful activism, for which they were executed, was limited to confronting the ruling fascist regime by simple tools like drawing on street walls at night, writing and distributing street bulletins, with the purpose to expose the inhuman crimes against ethnic and religious minorities in Germany. They used to distribute their bulletins inside the campus; computers and blogging was not known for them.

    Sixty-four years later, a “tyrant” judge in an Egyptian court, motivated by Al-Azhar University, sentenced me to four years in prison because I practiced my right to free speech online. Al-Azhar University released me recently by expelling me out and I am still paying for this freedom.

    I am not trying to compare myself to those brave heroes; I just wanted to focus on the historical coincidence. The blogger friend, Shahinaz mentioned in one of her letters that “tyrants and dictators looks alike in every place and time” However, I was preoccupied by the situation of university in both cases. At that time, University of Munich took the initiative to expel the three students out and handled them to the Gestapo. At this time, Al-Azhar University took the initiative of expelling me out, then informed the prosecutor with my activities… No comment!

    Every day in the morning, I find an urge need inside my mind to think of my current situation, as if I am discovering it for the first time. I ask myself many questions with hope to find appropriate answers to justify my current situation. I am detained with dangerous criminals who resemble danger against individuals and properties. I tried to find convincing answers for my questions. At a certain moment, I decided to abandon logical thinking. I decided to look for a good interpretation based on the prevailing inherited concepts of inhuman characteristics and which are mostly related to our miserable facts.

    I found out that the accusations levelled against me, regardless of its legal paraphrasing, can be divided into two sections:

    A total section related to using my right to free expression in an unfree climate and daring to exceed social, political, and religious limits and redlines.

    A detailed section, which can be summarized in the following points:

    First: my absolute rejection of violence, particularly that hidden under religious covers and justified by Quran texts, which lost their value by time.

    Second: using my mind to analyze the unseen and unbelievable facts derived from religious superstitious heritage.

    Third: my rejection to be classified according to any affiliations imposed forcefully on me because I decided not adopt something which does not express what I feel.

    Fourth: I believe naively that I live in a democratic free atmosphere and that I enjoy my basic civil rights, including my absolute right to free expression in addition to the aforementioned points. I did not realize the bitter fact that I live under the rule of repressive regime chasing those who have different opinions.

    Fifth: Bending myself to frankness and transparency in expressing my views. For example, I am not disguised behind a false name and had been able to do so. It was evident during the investigations conducted by Disciplinary Council of Al-Azhar University and the Public Prosecutor. I think this is the real reason behind everything that happened to me so far.

    I think these are the true accusations leveled against me. Things will not change as long as our country does not change. These days, we cannot neglect the tyrant judgment against columnist and poet, Ahmed Abdel Muti Hijazi who was charged with defamation against a mohatasib. He simply talked about religious fundamentalism in one of his articles published in Rosalyousif newspaper, few years ago. He compared between political Islamists and inquisition courts in the Middle Age and Israeli religious extremists who insist that their country is a religious one.

    Al-Azhar University is currently planning for a new conspiracy against freedom of thought and expression against Ph.D. Dr. Mahmoud Al-Khayal. He mentioned a TV show that he wants to translate an American book titled “End of Faith” into Arabic. Now, the supporters of retardation are preparing to chase him with the charge of disdaining Islam like what happened with me.

    I announce from her that my accusation is not a shame for me. I have it like a crown on my head and necklace on my chest. Every one must know that I did not force myself to respect any tyrant law that hinders freedoms. I am against any act to limit the right of freedom of expression of any person. Laws were created to regulate the relationships between individuals inside the same society. They are not meant to limit their freedoms and violate their basic rights. It is not logic to say that: “… there are limitations on the right to freedom of expression …” according to those who work against freedom. These limitations, according to them, include justifying suppression and intellectual circumcision supported by shallow-minded fundamentalists who cannot go abreast with the modern age.

    Let everyone, including the tyrant judges who sentenced me and those who misused my crisis to get me, know that prison will not work out with me. I do believe in myself, respect my right to free thought and expression, and use their minds all the time. My thoughts which deprived them of night sleep, will not change until I get convinced of other thoughts. Terrifying and intimidating me, expelling me out of university and putting me in prison will not change my mind. Also, inciting people to kill me and claiming hisba cases against me and any other barbarian methods will not panic me. Only stupid, weak, and inflexible people use these methods to justify their violent actions by breaking the pencils of writers and silencing their voices. They cannot achieve what they want.

    I do not know how to address Al-Azhar University that led me to jail, the tyrant judges who sentenced me to prison, and the leaders of the repressive regime who are preventing us from breathing. The best message I want to deliver to them is quoted from the young Sofia Scholl who were in my age at the time of her execution. She said to the judge who sentenced her to death: “One day, you will be at my place!” This happened.

    To the enemies of freedom, tyrants, and authoritarians, heads of religious institutions, officials of the governing regime and their supporters, I say:

    “The garbage of history will be stuffed with you soon. The coming generations will not have mercy with you. They will do as I am doing now. They will curse you. Please, make sure that no one will shed a tear for your sake, because you do not deserve it. Tomorrow is ours. It does not matter how tyrant you are in your attempts to silence us and confiscate our views. You should be aware for our revival because your days are counting down. Your dark night approached its end. Our dawn will come up very soon. Tomorrow is ours.”

    Abdel Kareem Nabil Soliman

    To read all previous letters, click here.

    Also see a previous post on this blog.

  • what do you want the world to remember?

    http://youtube.com/v/5Ga7wsBd9_M

    On the 5th of November you are invited to post a video about what encompasses you as a person, what inspires you, what brings you hope, and most importantly those little things that you may have forgotten.

    You may choose any topic, any idea, any person, event or place that you feel people need reminding of. You can use any style and any method to get your message of remembrance across.

    The aim of this project is to gather together people from all over the world on one unique day to celebrate the important things that we forget, and to remind each other of what we need to keep ideas alive.

    Get ready, be creative – but please don’t post until the 5th November.

    Remember, remember
    Chin up,
    MadV

  • Final Words…

    http://youtube.com/v/c5K7T0ASrec

    Once again Geoff manages to post content that makes my day!

    After a weekend of thinking, re-thinking, ignoring and making light of my own concepts of (and issues with) work, commitment and relationships – this post by Kareem Minhas (Khareem TV) puts me on the spot.

    Admittedly, my reaction to his video-post is an emotional one – and many people might not think it blog-worthy at all. However, I get the feeling that a lot of us are going through patches of significant change at the moment. Personally, I’m inspired by how other people navigate these waters. I find solace and renewed hope in personal accounts of journeys towards self realisation.

    Maybe you do too.

  • and then they do this

    http://youtube.com/v/Uq62xd4PTpk

    Ich+ Ich – Du erinnerst mich an Liebe.

    This has to be one of the most beautiful music videos I’ve seen in a very, very long time. “You remind me of love”

  • an old favourite

    Reaching out to all the homophobes out there:

    Dear Dr. Laura,

    Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God’s law. I have learned a great deal from you, and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind him that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how to best follow them.

    When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord (Lev. 1:9). The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. How should I deal with this?

    I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as it suggests in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?

    I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness (Lev. 15:19-24). The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.

    Lev. 25:44 states that I may buy slaves from the nations that are around us. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans but not Canadians. Can you clarify?

    I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?

    A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination (Lev. 10:10), it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don’t agree. Can you settle this?

    Lev. 20:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear prescription glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?

    I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God’s word is eternal and unchanging.

    More from the Dr. Laura Collection

  • Relationship advice

    Love should be honest.
    Avoid that which is bad in favor of that which is good.
    Let your affections be kind, sincere and honorable.
    Honor each other.
    Be the example.
    Never cool in your commitment.
    Nurture and develop your enthusiasm!
    Serve the Lord.
    Rejoice in hope.
    Be steadfast in the face of oppression.
    Pray.
    Help those around you.
    Always be courteous.
    Bless those who persecute – for they are hurt.
    Never curse another.
    Share in the joy of those who rejoice.
    Share in the sadness of those who weep.
    Always find agreement amongst yourselves. (“find” is a verb.)
    Never, ever be conceited – in fact, avoid the conceited.
    Choose in stead those who are humble – and be humble.
    Be mindful (not proud) of your opinions. Learn more.
    Forget about getting even – hurting those who hurt you, hurts more.
    Rather fill your hearts with goodwill towards all mankind. All year long.
    As far as possible, live in peace with everybody. Make it possible.
    Revenge is not in your jurisdiction – leave that to God.
    Rather care and provide nourishment to those you believe to be your enemy.
    Even more so to those who believe you are their enemy.
    (The lesson goes both ways.)
    Do not let evil overcome you.
    Defeat evil with good.

    This is taken from Romans 12:9 onwards. It’s the passage my dad read this morning and, when he read it, I realized that those guidelines would work perfectly in same-sex relationships. Especially those around me at the moment – and most definitively when it comes to the one I’m hoping for! Obviously I translated loosely – but I really like it! My heart feels all fuzzy now :0)

    Here’s hoping you have a glorious Tuesday (or had, if you happen to be on the other side of the planet)!

    Oh, one last bit of advice: Talk.

    Love you all,
    Willie