and if it was just how you wanted

youd be glued to his bones and his brainstem. and changing your image and attitudes wont bring him back into your bedroom~amputations-death cab for cutie

today was one of the best prophets classes weve had, if not the best. mama huston gave us our final exam question which is for us to send a prophetic message to america. she was ranting about how in obadiah the edomites stand by and then join in the attacks on judah, so god was going to wipe them out beyond all recognition. she likened america to the edomites, mainly bystanders who do not act to help, and i completely agree with her. i am that man. i have this incredible sense of justice within me that seeks out the marginalized, but when i am confronted with it i fail miserably, just standing by watching. we are called to act on the behalf of those being beaten, those who are ignored. ive always been drawn to liberation theology. the fact that you can minister to people who are being treated as subhuman is what the christian faith is about, but when those same people are being raped, tortured and slaughtered by the thousands giving them a cup of water does little to calm their fears or bring them hope. something innate within me wants to lash out against the offenders with violence to save those being killed. i have no doubt in my mind that if i was in sudan ministering to the refugees and the junjaweed drove into town, i would have a burning desire to pick up whatever kalashnikov is lying around and attempting to use it. on the other hand there is this doubt in my mind, wondering whether that would be truly right to take the life of the offender. at the present moment if put in that situation i think i would fight now and ask for forgiveness later.
sean