This is my life with Sarah.

(via Shawn Blanc)

I kid you not: this is just another typical day in Canada. About 100 metres away is a pathway which runs right along the sea, where people walk, jog, and wade into the water with their kids. Not much farther away is a beach—for dogs. Literally, it’s a beach with dogs swimming around happily in the ocean, fetching tennis balls and the like for their owners, chasing each other around with dripping fur and thumping tails and wild-eyed grins, and frolicking in what may as well be (their) kingdom come. For a Hong Kong-er who associates the feel of grass under my feet with the scowling disapproval of nearby security guards, this is public space done right.

So, about that citizenship…

James Li:

Well after a year or so this track is finally done, mixed and mastered. I’m really proud of this as the first song I’ve ever written has finally been brought over the finish line, so to speak. Many thanks to Steven Ross for recording/producing it and Corey Tam for the drums, mixing and mastering.

If my sole purpose in being a youth pastor was to be a pale echo of God’s “Yes” to this young man, as well as to the many others who are now embarking on their journeys—well then, hell yes it was worth it. 

Christianity stands or falls with its revolutionary protest against violence, arbitrariness and pride of power and with its apologia for the weak.—I feel that Christianity is rather doing too little in showing these points than too much. Christianity has adjusted itself to the worship of power. It should give much more offence, more shock to the world, than it is doing. Christianity should take a much more definite stand for the weak than to consider the potential moral right of the strong.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Sermon on II Corinthians 12:9, London 1934.

And with that, my paper is done.

Bonhoeffer decided to be a minister and theologian when he was a boy, and he never seems to have wavered in this ambition.

At home he made no bones about it. Even when his brothers and sisters refused to take him seriously, he did not let it disconcert him. When he was about fourteen, for instance, they tried to convince him that he was taking the path of least resistance, and that the church to which he proposed to devote himself was a poor, feeble, boring, petty, and bourgeois institution, but he confidently replied: ‘In that case I shall reform it!’

Eberhard Bethge, Bonhoeffer’s friend and biographer, in Dietrich Bonhoeffer: A Biography.

This man is as sassy as he is prophetic.

Good natured Canadian desk graffiti. Dialogue, even! Good natured Canadian desk graffiti. Dialogue, even!

Good natured Canadian desk graffiti. Dialogue, even!

The view from my library cubicle.

So, when can I sign up for citizenship again?

Unlike believers in the redemption myths, Christians do not have an ultimate escape route out of their earthly tasks and difficulties into eternity. Like Christ (“My God … why have you forsaken me?”), they have to drink the cup of earthly life to the last drop, and only when they do this is the Crucified and Risen One with them, and they are crucified and resurrected with Christ. This-worldliness must not be abolished ahead of its time; on this, NT and OT are united. Redemption myths arise from the human experience of boundaries. But Christ takes hold of human beings in the midst of their lives.
— Dietrich Bonhoeffer in Letters and Papers from Prison. Hello, history paper.

robbellcom:

i was recently in a clothing store in NYC and noticed a group of employees nervously huddled together discussing something and pointing across the store and explaining in hushed tones something very important to what appeared to be their manager (she had the biggest walkie talkie.) the problem, it turns out, was that an older couple were trying underwear

on their dogs

so in case you’re having a rough day at work, consider reflecting on the simple fact that you do not in this moment have to go over and explain to someone that the clothing in this particular store is for humans, and not dogs.

Welcome to Tumblr, Rob.