About That Museum You’re Building . . .

The Cambodian National Museum in Phnom Penh, Cambodia (Jean-Pierre Dalbéra)

The Cambodian National Museum in Phnom Penh, Cambodia (Jean-Pierre Dalbéra)

Do you have a Facebook account? Twitter feed? A blog? Any other form of social media presence? Then you, my friend, are a curator. Your friends/followers/readers are impacted by the choices you make about what information you share through your web presence.

Curatoraccording to Wikipedia, comes from the Latin word curare meaning “to take care.” A curator in a museum is responsible for deciding what items will be included in the museum’s exhibits, and how they will be presented to museumgoers.

Your Facebook wall, Twitter feed, Pinterest board, or whatever cyber-real-estate you manage, is a little museum curated by you. It is your opportunity to open a unique window on the world for those who visit it.

Social media is filled with smear campaigns, feedback loops, and general inanity. Insanity too, but a whole lot of inanity, which does sometimes fill a legitimate need we humans have to veg out once in a while. But when “once in a while” turns into everyday routine, it’s time to admit we have a problem.

Clear writing generally uses active voice rather than passive. I think this is true about life – including social media engagement – as well. Active living is simply more brilliant than passive.

Rather than passively scrolling and clicking, mind disengaged, reptile brain in charge as we react with our “likes” and “shares” and thoughtless comments, we could be taking the driver’s seat, creating something worthwhile, expanding horizons, opening windows, bringing fresh air and sunlight to otherwise drab, dank quarters.

If you’re ready to take charge of your role as curator, I suggest accepting Ryan Crocoduck’s New Year’s Challenge as a basic policy on which to build your own delightful piece of cyberspace.

Wishing you fresh air and wide horizons in the new year!

November Book Club: Chapter Three (Part One)

Some interesting ideas here about religious education for children.

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Yes yes, I do realize that it is the end of DECEMBER and here I am working on a book club from November. That’s just the way things go sometimes, right? If I should retitle this “December Book Club” that would only work for like a few more hours, so that’s a dead end.

Peter Enn’s book, Telling God’s Story: A Parents’ Guide to Teaching the Bible, is what we’re working through and chapter three is when the author starts giving specifics about what to teach to whom and when.

In most Sunday School settings, there are lots of lessons about Old Testament characters, in addition to stories about Jesus. Enns argues that “the proper foundation is now what it has been since the first Christmas: Jesus.” He makes the point that “the Bible as a whole is going somewhere, and that “somewhere” is actually a “someone”.”

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Rock me to Sleep Mother

Here is a rough, incomplete recording of a new song – an old poem I just set to music. Couldn’t sing it all the way through without crying the first five or ten times. See how well you can do! The words seem super-sentimental unless you are nearing forty and find them connecting with some deep primal mother-ache that just might have something to do with only ever seeing God as father all your life, because no one ever gave you words like this before.

Farewell to Theism

Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting which left 26 people, mostly children, dead. During that week, I wrote this post but didn’t publish it:

Any last vestiges of my personal belief in a theistic concept of God died with those children on Friday. No, an all-powerful, all-good God would never allow this.

I’ve been praying more. Not to Theos [Brian McLaren’s name for this concept of God], but to Jesus – the living breathing suffering broken life-force I call God. This isn’t about power and control, or even life and death. I don’t know what it’s about, except for being. Love, courage, hope and peace in the face of stinking rotten evil.

The God to whom I pray knows intricately the spider-web of actions, emotions, abuses, weather patterns, disasters, hungers, desires, kisses and curses that drove a man to gun down his mother and a roomful of children in mad cold blood. This God is all, not all-anything.

I have no idea about a point or a lesson to be learned from such a nightmare. I only have a softened broken heart and a longing for peace.

I still do. Every year. Like Bono sings,

Heaven on Earth
We need it now
I’m sick of all of this
Hanging around
Sick of sorrow
Sick of the pain
Sick of hearing again and again
That there’s gonna be
Peace on Earth . . .

Jesus in a song you wrote
The words are sticking in my throat
Peace on Earth
We hear it every Christmas time
But hope and history won’t rhyme
So what’s it worth?
This peace on Earth

Peace on earth, in the tradition of the Christmas story, is a baby-child. A mother’s arms. A starry night, a song, a meeting of strangers in a barn.

It’s a start.

Halo in the Frost

There’s a new Christmas record in town. And it’s free! A gift from me to you. You can listen and download here:

http://noisetrade.com/juliabloom/halo-in-the-frost

Here’s a new video of one of the songs from the album:

The album also features two previously-recorded songs, Annunciation and Oh Restless Night. Here are the videos we made for those in winters past. Annunciation is still one of my favorite videos we made, even though it was with our lower-quality camera and early in our days of making videos (and Nathan had an unfortunate ankle-cracking experience in the middle of filming):

Season’s greetings to you and yours!