This is my life with Sarah.
(via Shawn Blanc)
Oh Rob Bell. You do not disappoint.
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…
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.
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!
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.