God and Virginia Tech
April 20, 2007
What can one say about the tragic shooting of 33 people at Virginia Technical Institute on Monday April 16th? Why did it happen? Where was God? How can one still believe in a god of infinite love and power when we see so much evil going on?
First, I think that it is important to really realize how much suffering there is in the world. On Monday, 5 US. and 13 Iraqi soldiers died in an attack in Iraq along with at least 51 other civilians. 11 Iraqi children were killed in a bomb attack in Iraq over the weekend. And all over the world people are suffering and dying. On Monday approximately 1,400 people became infected with AIDS, 95% of them live in developing countries without ready access to medical care. On Monday almost 3,000 children died of Malaria and 16,000 children died of hunger.
And tragedy can strike us on our own American soil as well. Every year in the US. 1,500 children die due to abuse and neglect. 3,000 children die as a result of gun violence, 30,000 Americans commit suicide, and 160,000 Americans die of lung cancer. These are all estimates, but this list of tragedy can go on and on. It does not include those who die of accidental drug and alcohol overdoses, pollutant caused cancers, car accidents, etc. etc. etc. When reading a list like this it is hard for the mind (and even harder for the heart) to comprehend. The individual lives turn into statistics and figures, and even the figures congeal into one big ball of despair that just sticks like a lump in our throats. We can neither swallow our pain nor let out our cries of anger and sorrow. And so we become numb to the horror of it all and try to move on with the monotony of our lives.
But then an event happens like the shooting at Virginia Tech. Comparatively the deaths of 29 students and 4 faculty should just be another drop in the bucket of our world’s sorrows. But there is something different about this event. It is not just the fact that the people involved were so young and their deaths were so senseless. It is all of those things and it is because we can identify with these victims. We have all sat in classrooms where we felt safe and secure, whether in college or high school. The students and faculty who died on Monday were all people like us, who had no reason to assume they were in danger, and yet a force of unreasonable terror came and cut their lives short.
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Blind Voyager on Happiness & Healing
April 10, 2007
Here is a quick write up on Transmission at my house on Wed March, 28th.
“If only we could get ahead in life we’d be happy.” A similar thought probably went through the paralyzed man’s head at the pool of Bethsaida (John 5:1-9). He thought if only he could touch that pool he would be healed and he would be happy. But as a blind person I know that physical healing doesn’t necessarily mean happiness. There are plenty of people in the world who are not paralyzed and who are just as miserable. What truly makes us happy is our spirit and attitude towards life. But sometimes our spirit is paralyzed and we need someone or something, like Jesus, to come and kick us off our ass.
We ritualized these ideas at Transmission on Wednesday, March 28. As we all gathered together, we each took change and threw it into a pool of water and wished for the things that “If only we had” would make us happy. Then we read psalm 121 and intermixed it with the chorus from the Beatles song “Help.”
After this I gave an abridged version of a sermon I had given at my seminary a week ago, and we then discussed our desires for happiness, how they help us and hinder us, and where our true help comes from. I told a story about a friend of mine who was born blind. Her parents were devastated and they did not know what to do. They assumed that a blind person could never live a happy and successful life so they sat out to make her life as pleasant as possible. They gave her a bedroom with a radio, tv, refrigerator, and microwave, and she stayed there and grew up into a woman weighing over 300 pounds. The whole time she thought that this was as happy as she could get, but if only she could see she could be truly happy, make friends, and go to college. Until one day a worker for the National Federation of the Blind came and told her to get off her bed and follow. The worker taught her how to accept her blindness and use skills such as cane travel and braille as a means not just of coping, but of living. After a year of training my friend had completely changed. She had lost a hundred pounds and is now going for her doctorate of law degree. This was a true transformation, and I believe that Jesus can effect a similar change in people.
After sharing with one another we ended in silent prayer. It was a wonderful time and the food and fellowship we shared before and after the service was incredible. I was particularly excited because we were able to have the service at my apartment, and I was able to welcome the church into my own home.
Paul Grenier.
Thanks Giving
November 22, 2006
Dear God, you provide for the birds of the air and the lillies of the feild. You have given us our minds our bodies, and your love.
For this we come to you in humble thanks giving.
Let us give thanks for all that we have.
Let us give thanks that we have enough to be thankful for.
Transmission for Wednesday November 15th 2006
November 20, 2006
The very first Christian “churches” to exist were house churches. Every week on the Sabbath Christians would gather at someone’s house to eat, pray, sing, dance and worship the Lord Jesus Christ. These early Christians lived in a very harsh, cold world. They were generally peasants who were often sick and on the verge of starvation, and their Christian status meant they were persecuted by the Roman government. But when they met in their house churches they could forget about these troubles. Everyone brought what little food they had, so there was plenty for all. In these small communities there was no differentiation between slaves and free, between women and men, or Roman and non-citizens. (Gal 3:28) For just a few hours these poor persecuted people could forget about their troubles and experience the Kingdom of Heaven here on Earth.
In our present day we are fast approaching the last Sunday of the liturgical year, before it all starts over again with Advent. In some traditions this Sunday is called “The Sunday of Doom,” because on that day we think about the future when Jesus Christ will come again and Judge the world. It is said he will break through the murky clouds of this earth with a shaft of light and a trumpet sound and restore the Kingdom of Heaven on this world. (Rev. 1:7)
These two elements created the back drop and the theme for our worship experience last Wednesday night.
We started out with a game, usually played at youth group or leadership events, where everybody gathers in a cluster. Each person then grabs the hands of two other people, at random. Now we are in the natural state of this world, disorganized, confused, and uncomfortable. With a little team work and God’s help we were able to untangle this disorderly knot and create a circle without letting go of each others hands. Once in a circle we heard Matt 18:20 “For where two or more are gathered in my name, there I am, in the midst of them.” Then, we all joined in a rousing chorus of “Jesus Walk with Me.”
After this the lights were turned low and we broke bread and drank wine together. The food was a little delayed, but as we waited and eventually ate, we began to share with each other our own experiences of God. The question, “When have you felt God’s presence, or experienced the divine, in your life?” There were many deep and passionate stories. Some people told of finding God at a funeral in the deepest despair, or when they were far away from home. One person talked about getting lost in the Spirit at a concert where that person was able to sing out with his\her whole being. And still others said they did not find that God came in an epiphonic moment, but rather in small everyday actions.
After our bellies were full of food and our minds full of stories, we passed around a bowl of oil and blessed one another so that our hearts would be full of love.
To close the service, we said prayed together, ending in a unison Lord’s Prayer. Then, because we were trying to create a little slice of Heaven on Earth with our worship experience, we sang “Donna Nobis Pachem,” or “Grant Us Peace.” This quiet song quickly gave way to a spontaneous but quite uplifting chorus of “I Got Peace like a River in my Soul.”
After that, we cleaned up Bowie’s apartment and wished each other well.