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Ian — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 03:46:08 +0000

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Ian — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 02:18:43 +0000

I just want to share a related short comic to everyone, enjoy.

Defending your life and faith…

Lon — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 18:51:51 +0000

From our discussion on Nehemiah 4 this past Sunday

- The best defense, is not simply a good offense, but taking defense itself seriously as well.

- What do I pour my energy into building in my life, faith, marriage, family, business, ministry, right now?

- How am I protecting and defend what God has already entrusted to me?

- Do I have a community that will ‘sound the trumpet’ and watch my back as well? how my community play a role in protective (yet not insular) boundaries in my life?

- But the real underlying question is if you have something worth building and protecting?

- Most people will gladly fight for dreams worth dreaming

- In Nehemiah their work was slowed down by their need for defense, relocation to the city, and dependence on one another (they didn’t even have time to change their clothes!) – but the city they were building was worth it.

- Are you living a life worth protecting?

- Is what you’re building so impactful and disruptive to the status quo that others are bothered by it (not in an annoying way, but in a transformative way)?

Below is the short story that I began and closed with by Pete Rollins

In a world where following Christ is decreed to be a subversive and illegal activity you have been accused of being a believer, arrested and dragged before a court.

You have been under clandestine surveillance for some time now and so the prosecution has been able to build up quite a case against you. They begin the trial by offering the judge dozens of photographs which show you attending church meetings, speaking at religious events, and participating in various prayer and worship services. After this they present a selection of items that have been confiscated from your home: religious books that you own, worship CDs and other Christian artefacts. Then they step up the pace by displaying many of the poems, pieces of prose, and journal entries that you had lovingly written concerning your faith. Finally, in closing, the prosecution offers your Bible to the judge. This is a well-worn book with scribbles, notes, drawings, and underlings throughout, evidence, if it were needed, that you had read and re-read this sacred text many times.

Throughout the case you have been sitting silently in fear and trembling. You know deep in your heart that with the large body of evidence that has been amassed by the prosecution you face the possibility of a long imprisonment or even execution. At various times throughout the proceedings you have lost all confidence and have been on the verge of standing up and denying Christ. But while this thought has plagued your mind throughout the trial, you resist the temptation and remain focused.

Once the prosecution has finished presenting their case the judge proceeds to ask if you have anything to add, but you remain silent and resolute, terrified that if you open your mouth, even for a moment, you might deny the charges made against you. Like Christ, you remain silent before your accusers. In response you are led outside to wait as the judge ponders your case.

The hours pass slowly as you sit under guard in the foyer waiting to be summoned back. Eventually a young man in uniform appears and leads you into the courtroom so that you may hear the verdict and receive word of your punishment. Once seated in the dock the judge, a harsh and unyielding man, enters the room, stands before you, looks deep into your eyes and begins to speak,

“Of the charges that have been brought forward I find the accused not guilty.”

“Not guilty?” your heart freezes. Then, in a split second, the fear and terror that had moments before threatened to strip your resolve are swallowed up by confusion and rage.

Despite the surroundings, you stand defiantly before the judge and demand that he give an account concerning why you are innocent of the charges in light of the evidence.

“What evidence?” he replies in shock.

“What about the poems and prose that I wrote?” you reply.

“They simply show that you think of yourself as a poet, nothing more.”

“But what about the services I spoke at, the times I wept in church and the long, sleepless nights of prayer?”

“Evidence that you are a good speaker and actor, nothing more.” replied the judge, “It is obvious that you deluded those around you, and perhaps at times you even deluded yourself, but this foolishness is not enough to convict you in a court of law.”

“But this is madness!” you shout. “It would seem that no evidence would convince you!”

“Not so,” replies the judge as if informing you of a great, long forgotten secret.

“The court is indifferent toward your Bible reading and church attendance; it has no concern for worship with words and a pen. Continue to develop your theology, and use it to paint pictures of love. We have no interest in such armchair artists who spend their time creating images of a better world. We exist only for those who would lay down that brush, and their life, in a Christ-like endeavor to create it. So, until you live as Christ and his followers, until you challenge this system and become a thorn in our side, until you die to yourself and offer your body to the flames, until then my friend, you are no enemy of ours.”

Grace Educational Trust

dimshie — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:50:25 +0000

Grace Educational Trust is providing new learning opportunities to children in the small village of Betim Ramnagar in Goa, India. The mission of Grace Educational Trust is to help support children and families who are living in poverty, by creating opportunities for education, skill development, and community leadership. Grace Early Learning Centre is a non-profit centre, co-founded by two women, Neelima Pratap and Francis Dass, who came together in 2006 with a common vision.

Below is a link to a CBC National story about Grace Educational Trust.

http://www.cbc.ca/national/blog/special_feature/a_world_of_difference/giving_hope.html

Switching languages could cause you to switch personalities: study

DennisWR — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:43:53 +0000

This is an interesting article I read. Check it out!

http://www.discoverychannel.ca/reports/article.aspx?aid=9570

Living A Life Worthy of Christ’s Calling… Part I??

Kevin — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 09:11:13 +0000

It’s been a bit more than 6 months since I’ve last blogged or even considered blogging.

So, the old blog that Lon had linked up on the right hand side I have deleted and I’ve started a new blog this morning (yes, at 3:52 am) which is here. There’s nothing posted at the moment, but hopefully I’ll be able (or be motivated) to update you all about my life here in Buffalo or maybe even share thoughts and etc.

As an “outsider” who has been looking in on the Mosaic community and who also has been out of the church setting for pretty much over a year now, I amazed to see that there is rapid and tremendous growth within the individuals of the Mosaic community. Also being in this position and being acutely aware of the rapid growth in Mosaic, has also made me aware of my complacency towards the sharp decline of living my life as a Christ follower.

So to make a long post short because it’s taking me longer than I expected (it’s 4:36 am and I have an exam in a couple of hours) and it’s extremely uninformative or not very descriptive, but I would really like to ask the Mosaic community to pray for me as I try to “… live a life worthy of [Jesus'] calling.” (Ephesians 4:1 NLT; Thanks to people who went to Urbana with me for the picture frame and everybody else who signed it; it’s recently been very thought provoking and at times convicting)

Thanks a bunch. (GAH! 4:56 am; need to sleep!)

An attempt to know the poor

Philthevoid — Sat, 10 May 2008 15:00:11 +0000

This past thursday, after work I was walking on Wellington Street West in downtown Toronto. It was about 7:20pm and I was on my way to meet a friend at a four-star restaurant. As I was walking down the street a man modestly dressed approached me and stopped me on the street. The sidewalks were clear and I stood there apprehensive about his intentions, positioning one foot back slightly to prepare a defensive stance for a lunge out of instinct (too much streetfighter2 training). He said the following:

“Excuse me, sir. I don’t mean to bother you, and I rarely do this but I could really use some help. You see, I’m out of work, am from out of town, and recently suffered an accident that has kept me out of work. I work in construction, but since I hurt my ankle I have not been able to work. I was kicked out of my apartment and now I’m sorry to say, homeless. I hate having to do this, I’m not a panhandler – all I’m trying to do is gather up some money so I can get something to eat. Any spare change you can give me would be really appreciated.”

In Toronto our homeless problem is pervasive. If you spend 10 minutes downtown walking the streets you will run into the homeless, guaranteed. Whether they are panhandling in front of Tim Hortons or sleeping on city grates, they are everywhere. I recall maybe 3 years ago, I was approached on multiple occassions by the same homeless person on McCaul street walking to Vicky’s house. One time the man approached me twice within the same hour and didn’t even realize it. The man shared a similar sob story as the man that approached me last week. I was a big skeptic back then, and I still am. I wonder if these homeless beggars who share their stories are for real or are just looking for a cash grab. Three years ago I listened to the story, but looked for opportunity to cut the conversation off so I could walk away. I never gave money or ever truly gave my ears to the man. I wrote the man off as a waste of time.

Last Thursday, as the homeless man stood there in front of me, something came over me. I started examining the man, and I felt compelled to do something. The man was dressed modestly in a faded collared shirt under a black sweatshirt. He was wearing black jeans and worn-out construction boots. He was clean-cut and had stuble on his face. He had a slightly crooked smile and olive eyes. He was articulate and humbled in his tone.

I asked him where he worked and where he was living. I heard his voice tremble in self-loathe. “I’m out of work because of the accident, and my agency has not been very helpful so I’ll be looking to get a new one soon. Right now, honestly embarassed to say, in a number of homeless shelters… I know I can get work, I just need something to eat to get me through the next couple days.”

Usually I could just walk by a homeless man without regard and I would tell them “sorry, I have no spare change”. This Thursday I was called to act. I told him I could help him and reached into my pocket. That day I had some change in my right pocket from my Tim Horton’s Coffee run of $2.55. In my left pocket I had my engraved moneyclip with a $10 bill and a dinner receipt from a previous night’s outting with friends. I reached into my left pocket and gave him the $10 bill.

I handed him the bill and he was taken-aback. Usually homeless I’ve seen are usually pan-handling for change not bills. He stammered in his words “Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” I extended my hand, and he didn’t know how to respond. I held it out-stretched and said: “My name’s Phil.” He paused for a moment and then grabbed my hand with a timid handshake and instantly I felt the frozen touch of a man who’d spent too much time on the streets. I have poor circulation to my extremeties, and my hands are pretty chilly normally. From all my years in a corporate setting, I can count the number of hands I’ve shaken that actually felt cool to me. From shaking this homeless man’s hand, I could tell he had spent a significant amount of time outside. I could tell he was authentic in his need. He didn’t tell me his name. I told him “goodluck” and he said “thank you, thank you”.

I’m not sure what came over me that evening. I didn’t think about the Irresistible Revolution or the community we are looking to create. I just saw a man who looked honest enough and who’s story seemed to fit together. He didn’t seem like he wanted to swindle me. So I responded my best to get to know his story a little better and do what I could to extend help and a warm touch his way.

Whether the homeless man is an addict and is going to use that money for drugs or alcohol, I cannot be sure. It is an apparent reality for many of the homeless, and I can only pray that God knew what He was doing when he put that homeless man in front of me.

Shane Claiborne stressed the importance of getting to know the poor just as Jesus did. Jesus had no home and spent much of his time with the poor and needy, offering miracles to spread the love of God. Can’t we do the same?

Yes, I think, yes, we can.

My Story.

Kadia — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:53:27 +0000

This is the presentation from my baptism.

(If you want the powerpoint with music and animation donwload below)

My Story.

And if you were wondering about the songs used, they were:

“Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape” by Underoath

“Replace Me” by Family Force 5

Hope you enjoy and get to know me a bit better.