All poetry, writing, and paintings on this blog are my own unless otherwise stated, and are not to be copied without my consent, or at least give me credit.







Social justice is the only justice.







Sunday, May 15, 2011

Sword and Lily



SWORD AND LILY 

Walls crumble with a thought
Divisions become mist
Distant pathways lost today and yesterday
Sword and lily stride between
A multitude of doors are sealed 

The forgotten corridors remain empty
Firm footsteps echo an unknown road
Decisions forge crossroads in the middle of nowhere
Remove one brick and see a future
Remove another and see nothing 

Worlds revolve around worlds
A multitude of bridges span the distance
Stairways lead to the landing underneath memories
Everything leads to nowhere
Nowhere the destination

Two ladies stand face to face with lilies in their hair
Each one smiles not knowing the other has a reflection
The shattered mirror reflects a thousand smiles
A thousand lilies fall to the grass
A fire spreads across the ocean

Two kings standing back to back with braided beard
Two swords held high in combative ignorance
The rope strains to the point of breaking
The strands of civility unravel
The anchor falls crashing down 

The waves wash up against a door frame standing alone
Glimpses of green promises call across the threshold
The wet portal beckons
A singular flower on the doorstep begs attention
Its imaginary petals bend perception 

Sword and lily stare at one another intently
The battle for the summer wind bends banners
The green grass sways in agitation
The full leaves quiver on their branches
The very roots tremble with expectation 

The sword and lily dance eternal
Soft petal against cold steel
Each looking for a crack in the armour
A clash of light that burns the world
The spectators still with bated breath 

Tomorrow stops to take a moment
Today marches in time with the wound clock
The gears turning slowly
The pendulum moves between decisions
The cuckoo decides the hour

Friday, May 13, 2011

We have all had a moment of pure loneliness.





Scars

Scars created in happiness
Scars like a masochist’s grin
Scars like a summer picnic
Like the blanket beneath the warm sun
I want no clouds this day
Like the sweet breeze through dead leaves
The cool grass leaves green scars
Scars like memories never forgotten
Like memories never lived
Like an imaginary knife
The rose petals cut so deeply
With the sharp edges of memory
My scars will never heal
Scars left from restaurant conversations
Like the waiter‘s sincere smile
As he sees my happiness
His confusion as I leave alone
The golden candle sputters
The cracked pavement underfoot
Meets my every step
A mirror made of cement
Scars reflect the moonlight
No emotions reflected in the pool
The fountains remain indifferent
Memories flow easy as cool water
This is the perfect loneliness
This is loneliness made perfect
My tears join the rain
Scars shine brightly
Scars clearly seen
Scars clearly invisible
So many scars
I am covered in scars
Yet I no longer bleed

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

This is dedicated to my friends in New Brunswick. A new experiment: play this wonderful music by Adele while reading the poem. Read with the rhythm of the music. Take your time.










Open Windows



A house painted in white
Peeling shutters slightly askew
The front steps a little crooked
The chimney in need of repair
Structural faults inherent with time
The foundation is sturdy



The fireplace is always warm
The photos on the mantle also
The gardens grow in season
The grass is brown only in patches
The well worn sofas are inviting
Pictures on the wall tell stories



A cup of tea makes things normal
The sound of the ocean sings a lullaby
Old laughter sings the melody
Old friends make the chorus
The piano in the corner is well used
If only slightly off key



The table is set with love
Each dish placed with practice
Each course made with expectation
Every course eaten with appreciation
Ribald jokes abound
Sincerity takes a bow



Memories grow roots in the cellar
Memories that can be heard faintly
The sound drifts through the open window
The curtains part with salt covered laughter
The slanted sunlight comes uninvited
And politely knocks
Searching for open windows

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Political feelings on a warm spring day


My spring of hope
 

The spring sun shines on my confusion
The new born sun warms my lack of decision
The sunny heat makes me lazy
It’s not that I don’t care
It’s just that I feel the pain of leaves blossoming
My smile grows roots in the unknown
Black dirt beneath my fingernails accumulates with every truth
The very feel of the earth meets me
It reminds me of what lies beneath
It reminds me of what is to come
With every handful of soil between my fingers
The roots of tomorrow spread in the dark
Sending hope through green branches
The winter that froze me will end
The sap rises nonetheless
This spring will be bountiful
Conservative estimates be damned
A bright red flower will blossom
No need to sing the blues

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Being with others, being alone.




I dance


I dance slowly in the empty street
No one to see my show
No one to see who I am
No audience to applaud
I dance to empty air
Yet I dance
I dance for freedom
I dance for a voice unheard
Light footsteps slide across the truth
A tap dance in rhythm with so many dreams
A neighbour picks up the beat
Invitations go out by rhythmic steps
Steps multiply by word of mouth
A community dances the impromptu dance
A community dances the unknown
Together we dance for what was forgotten
Together we dance for hope
Together we dance
I dance slowly in the crowded street
No one sees my show
Yet I dance

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

This will be my last post about politics as I am overwhelmed with disappointment in the Canadian people.

The day democracy died



For the first time in Canadian history, a government was found in contempt of parliament for lying and hiding the truth, and what did the Canadian people do? They gave a majority government to the purveyors of theses indiscretions. They gave a majority government to the same people who rode slipshod over every democratic institution while they had a minority government.

For the first time in my life, I am so afraid for Canada. I am afraid for the women who will lose (have lost) rights, I am afraid for the right to marry for gay people, I am afraid for women’s right to chose abortion, and I am afraid for every NGO that does not fit in Harper’s ideology.

This government is not a Canadian government; even Harper said so when he sent a missive stating that it is now the Harper Government and no longer the Government of Canada, and this while he had a minority government.

How could the Canadian people have been so completely apathetic, stupid, ignorant, lazy, and any other adjective for useless you can think of?

There is absolutely nothing stopping Harper from doing exactly what his Reform party members wants him to do. Absolutely nothing.  You, the Canadian voters, just gave a dictator carte blanche to make us American Republicans, based on right wing Christian ideology, with all of their failed policies.

For the first time in my life, I am embarrassed to be Canadian. I remember laughing at Americans when they voted for Bush (W) for the second time, and saying how Canadians would never do such a stupid thing. I am no longer laughing.

On Monday, May 2, the Canadian people gathered around the great bell, and collectively pulled the rope which sounded the death toll for democracy.

May the great wheel of destiny crush you while implacably rolling on, and not even stop to notice or care.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

The time has come

Today, Monday the second of May, will see a confirmation of the beliefs of Canadians across this country. This will be the most historic election of our generation.

We will vote for a dictator with an inborn hatred for anything democratic, or we will vote for democracy at its best; the choice will be ours.

Enough with gay bullying!




Strength


The brick wall slowly curves around the street
Pace by pace I hide as we walk
My shadow never reaches you
No chance of being discovered if I’m quiet
Why do I walk in fear?
Why should I walk covered in sweat?
Is it better to be beaten than to be empty?
A punch feels real
Hiding feels hollow
OMG what do I do?
Your shadow rules my life
You decide where I go and what I do
Only I could give you this power
Only I can take it away
Weeks of planning bring me here
Thoughts of suicide take a back seat
I will not die for your hatred
I will not die for your ignorance
The brick wall curves slowly around the street
I say hi as you come around the corner

Thursday, April 28, 2011

We all have someone we would like to forget...






Forget me 

The snow crunches under my heavy boots
I slowly approach the river
Fog rises from my mouth as I exhale
Frozen knees bend to drink
The crystal water catches the sunlight
Diamonds run freely through my fingers
I drink the cold truth and it freezes my throat
The bare trees run along the banks
Skeletal fingers beseech the forgotten sun
I turn to find the path obscured by snow laden branch
A spring wind rises and lifts my cloak
No protection from past mistakes
Across the mountain pass summer rains begin
The shadow of your umbrella does not reach me here
I feel safe in the shade of grey trees
You dance in your summer meadow
Flowers sway in the wind of your passage
Trees graciously bend leaf
I used to know this path
I used to laugh with every vine rising
Every branch sang my name
Please forget me
My face is like mist
I wander this cold mountain in contentment
I no longer wish to see the other side
Leave me to my winter


 

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Have you ever been where you want to be, but can't be?



Memories of tomorrow
 
I long for what could be
I long for what could have been
My past is tied to the future
My future drifts in the cold blue of spring
The memories we live today
The reflection of yesterday
A cold lake in a meadow shows no mercy
Snow does not melt in the shadows of dead trees
The forest speeds past my window
This highway leads me to yesterday
My dying city passes in the distance
The abandoned buildings of my truth slowly crumble
I stand alone in the rubble wondering why
My memories have no more roots
My reasons for leaving are forgotten
The mist of questions rise slowly around me
Surrounded by regrets I surrender
I plant new smiles in old soil
Warily I water dreams
The dark soil slumbers

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Trapped in your past





Trapped in your past

I heard last week that you found love
The knife in my heart leaves no blood
The pain is a past pleasure
My heart skips a beat for a moment
My heart stops for a lifetime
The pain is twenty years old
The pain happened yesterday
Your words still hold meaning
No matter the new love, I question
I just don’t know the answer
The sweet cut of your emotions
The lies you told me still bind
I am bound
My prison is self imposed
My sentence will never end
I am judge and jury
I am stuck with a life sentence
I can’t even ask you to release me
You have already let me go

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

My twin sister just met a special someone, this is for her.





Love at first knowing


I smile as she turns her head
Her white neck stretches so lovely
Younger skin so soft and supple
Her laughter like perfume fills the air
Her breasts lift in laughter
Her breasts lift in passion
Her sweet innocence moves me
Her intelligence meets me
The touch of her fingers leaves soft memories
My skin vibrates
Beads of moisture pearl my nervousness
My throat left dry with anticipation
I wake up alone
Her smell lingers on my pillows
Faint but oh so powerful
My heart sings with thoughts of tomorrow
A sudden smile greets my coffee
A sudden hope gives rise to the day
A sudden hope unexpected

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Someone at work lost his spouse to suicide, this is for him.






The warm wind comes

 
The winter gives up slowly
I am still wrapped in cold lace
Many years since you gave up your life
You didn’t even say goodbye
Left here to talk to a piece of stone
Left here in my anger
Left here alone
The trees show no empathy
The garden path I walk in solitary
The heavy flowers bow in sympathy in my wake
They cry for their loss
The world forgets my memories
The warm wind comes but leaves me cold
Springtime growth a cruel reminder
Something died that will never
Something died that will forever
Stagnant I lie and watch the clouds
Shapes of our dreams drift through my longing
I am stopped in what could have been
The warm wind comes
It wants to carry me
I am stopped

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A children's story to explain politics.




The debate of four monkeys


The jungle had been in constant unrest for many years with the ruling primates clubbing any others who got in their way of how decisions were made. Even the trees wore scars from the constant fighting.
 

There were three main groups hoping to make life better for the jungle, with another group who wanted to make things better only in their corner of the jungle. Many cycles ago it had been decided that all of the primates would vote to decide which group would govern for a set period of time. What they did not take into consideration is the fact that one group could lead with only one third of the monkeys wanting them to, because of a rule that says the group with the most support became the leaders, and since there were four groups wanting power, it was determined that a group with less votes than the combined number of the other monkey groups' votes, became the group that decides how everyone else lives.
 

Now at a time of unrest, one group received thirty percent of the support from the tribes, and because this was more than the other groups received individually, they became the leaders. The problem was that this small group decided that stealing even one banana (even if it was a starving orphan doing the stealing) was the greatest evil and should be punished and sent to a secluded part of the jungle and be separated from monkey society for an un-negotiable period of time. The other groups were very upset but could do nothing but scratch there armpits and scream.
 

Next, the ruling group made new laws that said the other groups no longer had the right to challenge the new government through the great Monkey Court because the funding would be cut. The females made to signal their outrage, but then their funding was also cut. But instead of speaking out in tribal circles, which was their right, they decided to remain quiet and say nothing; so nothing was done.
 

The ruling group then decided to take a look at all the bananas that were given to monkeys living outside of their immediate jungle and an old monkey sage told them about a great prophecy that talked about rebuilding an ancient great monkey temple that had been destroyed in the past. The prophecy stated that the rebuilding of the temple would herald the return to the Great Monkey God, who would then destroy the jungle and bring all of his favourite monkeys to a new jungle in a different world where everyone was happy. This monkey's prophecy was very specific of which monkeys would be invited, and more importantly, which monkeys would not.


In this other area of the jungle, there lived two tribes who claimed ownership of the area: a tribe who had lived there for centuries, and a tribe who had recently moved in and taken over. The ruling group, in the main jungle, decided to support the new tribe because the prophecy said that they would be the ones to build the new temple. Because of this, the Great Monkey Decider of Other Monkey Tribes, decided to end support of groups that gave bananas to the pre-existing tribe. She pretended to approve a banana delivery and then inserted the word “not” in the approval from, and claimed ignorance about why the delivery was cancelled. The other monkey tribes threw their feces in defiance.


Now the other monkey tribes were starting to look back on other decisions the rulers made and realized that many lies had been hidden: the ruling party had promised that they would not take away the bananas from the other monkeys, but then declared that the biggest monkeys with the biggest houses deserved more bananas, and sent their helpers to take away the bananas that everyone had put aside for hungry times and give them to their bigger friends. The ruling monkeys also wanted to have a party for their neighbours and told everyone that it would only cost one year’s banana harvest. All monkeys started to scream when ten harvests disappeared and that no bananas were given in return. All they were left with was a lagoon that was so shallow they could not even bathe in the disappointment.
 

The ruling monkeys decided they wanted to trade everyone’s bananas for new vines to travel to the outskirts of their jungle area for protection against invading enemies, but they refused to tell the other monkeys how many bananas they would need. They also said they would need even more bananas to set aside parts of the jungle for miscreant monkeys who did not conform to tribal rules. The other monkeys made suggestions to buy cheaper vines and to help the miscreant monkeys adapt to the tribe and insisted the ruling monkeys let them know exactly how many bananas they wanted to give away for their projects.


Well, the ruling monkeys lied and refused to tell the truth, so the other monkeys said enough was enough and asked the Wise One to decide who was right. The Wise One, after a very long time deciding, decided that the ruling monkeys were wrong. The other monkeys then decided that the ruling monkeys no longer deserved the right to manage all of the other monkeys, and threw their collective feces to end their rule.
 

According to custom, there would be a new discussion to decide which tribe would rule above all others, and one of the ways to do this was to have a great monkey debate. On the night of the debate, the four ruling tribes sent their strongest leaders to defend their different needs and concerns. Every monkey in the audience held the greatest expectations for victory, and the leaders looked ready for any debate. Unfortunately, being monkeys, they threw their feces, and the audience ended up covered in shit.


The end.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

For those of you who may have missed parts , here is the whole email exchange between myself and the president of Crandall Univerisity (christian univeristy) in Moncton New Brunswick, in chronological order.

Brian D. MacArthur
President. Crandall University, Moncton, New Brunswick

Dear Mr. MacArthur,

A friend forwarded me your website, and in particular your page concerning your “Statement of Moral Standards”.

In point number 3 you state: To be sexually pure, refraining from such activities as adultery, fornication, homosexuality, and the use of pornographic materials; (Exodus 20:14; I Corinthians 6:18-20; Ephesians 5:3). First of all I do not understand this statement as God made us to procreate, otherwise sex would not feel so good. I think He made it feel so good so that we would multiply on a regular basis thus ensuring the survival of the species.

Second, I noticed that you state that one should refrain from homosexuality. Could you please explain how one refrains from homosexuality? Can it be done the same way that one refrains from being white, black, or Mediterranean? Can one refrain from having blue eyes or red hair? Yes I understand that you can buy coloured contact lenses and hair dye, but is this what God intended, to hide His creation?

I am sure you will agree that God is perfect and makes no mistakes, and by agreeing with this you are forced to admit that homosexuals are God’s creations, and therefore perfect. I agree that homosexuals can keep right up there in the sinning department with their heterosexual brethren, but to single them out is really quite hypocritical, don’t you think?

I have also noticed that you quote the Old Testament quite often; is the New Testament too modern and full of rebellious ideas for you? I understand that it is quite young being only a couple of thousand years old.

I have also noticed that you have a number of female professors at your educational institution, which confuses me because the Bible clearly states: "Let the women learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression." (I Timothy 2:11-14).

The bible also clearly states: As in all the congregations of the saints, women should remain silent in the church. 1 cor. 14:34

I also notice from the pictures of your female professors that they all have their heads uncovered. Once again this confuses me because the bible says: If a woman does not cover her head, she should have her hair cut off. 1 cor. 11:6. Could you please tell me if these females are wearing wigs to cover their shorn hair?

Finally, the bible is also very clear on the following points:

Judge not, that you be not judged. Matthew 7:1

Condemn not, and you shall not be condemned. Luke 6:37

Who are you to judge another’s servant....or why do you show contempt for your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgement seat of Christ. Romans 14:4, 10.

I understand your love of quoting the bible in justifying your misunderstandings of God’s created human beings, but could you possibly be just a little more consistent and apply the word of God as is written? I fully expect you to fire all of your female professors posthaste and am patiently waiting for your reply.

I have put mayor George Leblanc in cc as I noticed from your website that he endorses your university.

regards,


James


Dear Mr. Jones,

I am writing to acknowledge receipt of your email in which you share your views regarding one policy at Crandall University.

I do so with the assumption that you are who you say you are, as I note your email did not include any identifying information with regard to yourself apart from your name and email address. I would also presume that you are the James Jones listed in the Moncton phonebook whereas you cc’d your views to Mayor George LeBlanc. As a general practice, I normally respond only to emails and letters wherein there is adequate disclosure of identity to confirm the authenticity of the communication.

I recognize and respect your freedom to hold values and views that differ from those stated by Crandall University. At Crandall we seek to be transparent and open with who we are so that students and their parents can make an informed decision and determine for themselves if Crandall is the right choice for them. It is challenging for some people to understand how a university can both promote itself as being Christian and then provide an atmosphere that encourages students to think critically and learn to analyze information, developing their own values and views in the process. We seek to expose students to all leading theories and philosophies, including various interpretations of Scripture. We are committed to providing an education at least equal to what a student would experience at any university, and also to add the historic Christian perspective to the classroom debate. It is this liberty to add the Christian perspective to the classroom experience that we are seeking to maintain at our university, which also gives us our distinctive in comparison with many other universities. Given the nature of our mission, we do not seek operational funding from government such as other universities receive, but limit our requests to capital grants wherein there are immediate economic spinoffs due to construction.

With regards to the issue of homosexuality, we are not the homophobic institution that some seek to make us out to be. We do not apologize for the fact that in our belief system we hold to a traditional view of marriage as being between a man and a woman and that we believe God instituted marriage as the safe relationship within which the gift of sex is to find expression. This one word does not define our institution even though some choose to see it as the full representation of our university. We deal regularly with students who are struggling with all kinds of issues, including sexual identity and behaviours, and we seek to do so with compassion and understanding. However - creating an accepting environment does not mean that we affirm all life-style choices students make nor the behaviours in which they choose to engage. This is as true for heterosexual students as gay and lesbian students.

I must confess that I could not follow the logic of your argument in seeking to establish that because we hold a certain view on one subject we must therefore automatically agree with, and abide by, other positions in order to be consistent. As a basic principle of hermeneutics we do not encourage building one’s belief/view on a subject based solely on one verse/passage of Scripture. We are well aware that Scripture can be used and abused to justify just about any view. We seek in humility to be faithful to what we understand the Bible to say, fully acknowledging our own limitations and frailties as we strive to live out the love of Christ with authenticity.

You have clearly indicated your views and the importance of them to you and I respect your liberty to hold such views and to interpret the Bible in the manner you have chosen. I am intrigued by your assumption and reasoning that God made all people perfect and therefore their sexual identity is validated on that premise alone. While aware of the theory that people are born as gays and lesbians and that there is research in process regarding this theory, to date I have not come across any research that conclusively proves that sexual identity is genetically predisposed. I fear where this line of reasoning/research may lead us if applied to pedophilia in the same manner.

With regard to Mayor Leblanc’s endorsement of Crandall University, I would note with appreciation that our civic leaders show great respect for the diverse community they serve, knowing that our greater community gathers together many cultural distinctives, as well as many political, philosophical, and religious views. The University has sought help from the City with its recent expansion based on the economic and educational benefit to Greater Moncton whereas the City itself identified in a study on economic development (November 2005) that greater options for post-secondary education within the Anglophone community are needed to help maintain the economic vibrancy of Moncton. Crandall University is contributing to that need.

It is on this basis that the Mayor and members of City Council have been supportive of Crandall University, but the University has never been of the view that such endorsement is implicit approval of all policies, practices, and viewpoints held by the University or its representatives, anymore than that we would conclude that the City’s practical support of Gay Pride Parades is an endorsement of all policies, practices, and viewpoints of its organizers and proponents. The Mayor and his Council members are respectful of the diverse community they serve, and have been responsive to various groups within that diversity without, in my opinion, compromising the greater good of the community as a whole.

In conclusion, I would say again that I recognize and respect your freedom to hold values and views that differ from mine and trust that you will accord to me the same respect and liberty.

Yours sincerely,

Dr. Brian D. MacArthur
President and Vice-Chancellor




Dear Mr. MacArthur,

First of all, thank you for taking the time to answer my email.

The logic of my argument is that I fail to understand how people of faith can pick and choose which bible passages they believe in. I have heard over and over again people quoting Leviticus in order to justify their stance against homosexuality, but wilfully ignore any other verse that does not coincide with their beliefs or is simply not convenient for them to do so. You say you follow Christian beliefs, but I challenge you to find one passage or verse in which Jesus condemns homosexuality. I am sorry, but I call this hypocrisy.

About your statement that you don't believe gay people are born gay: did you really equate homosexuality with pedophilia? Really? Did you not know that 90% of all pedophiles are heterosexual men? In fact a study made by the Department of Behavioural Sexology at the Clarke Institute of Psychiatry puts the ratio of heterosexual to homosexual pedophiles at 11:1. Other studies put pedophiles in their own class, set apart from heterosexuals and homosexuals altogether.

You are right about respecting others' freedom to hold different values, and I do respect yours, but remember that ignorance, wilful or unintentional, can cause a great amount of damage, wilfully or unintentionally.

P.S. No I am not the James Jones in the Moncton phone book. I now live in Montreal but lived in Moncton for many years and still return to visit friends.


Regards,
James


Mr. Jones,

Thank you for your feedback.

Just to clarify, my point on pedophilia was not accusatory against homosexuals as if to suggest that it is more prevalent among homosexuals than heterosexuals , but rather to say that if we discover a pedophile is genetically designed to be a pedophile, and therefore – to use your argument – “God’s creations, and therefore perfect,” what does that mean for society in accepting and accommodating the practical expression of their full sexual orientation – whether they are heterosexual or homosexual in their preference of children? Perhaps it would have been safer had I used polygamy instead of pedophilia as my example.

I regret if the wording of my argument was interpreted as slandering to homosexuals.

Sincerely,
Brian MacArthur

Dr. Brian D. MacArthur
President and Vice-Chancellor



Mr. MacArthur,

This will be our last correspondence as you will agree that we will not agree. I just want to write one last time hoping this will touch you in some way.

I am, as you probably already guessed, a gay male. What you do not know is that I have always been a gay male since I can remember. I grew up in the 80's which was far more difficult than today, but that does not take away from what young gay people are living.

What I would really like you to understand, as a Christian leader in today' society, is that if any of us had a choice to be gay or straight, do you really think anyone would choose to be a person that is demonized on a regular basis? Do you really think any one of us would choose to live a life of prejudice and hate if we had any choice? Being gay is not a choice. Who would choose such a difficult life? And before you say that homosexuality can be cured by religious therapy, remember all those religious leaders who said the same thing just before they were caught in bed with their gay lovers. And on the same note, pedophilia is considered a psychiatric disease, homosexuality is not. Polygamy is truly a choice, homosexuality is not.

I have been living in a committed long term monogamous relationship of 11 years with the same person, and what you need to understand is that it is not at all about sex; it is about love. Being gay is not about whom you want to have sex with, it is not about sexuality, it is about who you love with all your heart, who you want to share with, who you want to grow old with, and finally, who you want to spend your last days with after a lifetime of love. Sound familiar?

Because of Christian beliefs, especially in the U.S., there are more and more young people committing suicide because non gay people are taught that it is alright to belittle and bully gay youth, and these teachings are spearheaded by the church’s non-denial of such actions. I ask you sir: what kind of religion, based on the teachings of Christ, encourages violence (whether passive or aggressive) on someone who is different from them? Once again, please do not say you do not condone violence against gay youth when your website clearly states that homosexuals are not welcome. What message do you think this projects on your students or on parents who do not know that their child is gay? Do you realize that every time the church says that being gay is not right you teach people with lesser capacities that it is alright to discriminate? Please be aware of your power, and responsibilities, over the masses and teach the words of truth.

If the church does not agree with homosexuality because of six verses out of a million, then that is its prerogative; but please, at least follow the word of your saviour and teach tolerance, and please do this proactively. If there was one single person in the history of mankind that believed in tolerance and acceptance, it was the founder of your church.

Please make him proud.


Dear Mr. Jones,

This too will be my final correspondence. I think we are agreed that we will not agree on this issue. However, I find that dialogue with people with whom you have a difference of views can still be productive and respectful, even though viewpoints are not changed.

What I find difficult in engaging with some homosexual individuals and those who advocate on their behalf is that they repeatedly accuse us of intolerance or hate mongering just because we hold a different view. What if we are sincerely trying to adhere to what we believe is the truth of Scripture?

Crandall University has seemingly become the target of choice by several gay activists in the greater Moncton area. Much of the publicity generated has been based on inaccurate information and false innuendo. Without being dismissive of the sins you have cited that have been perpetrated in the name of Christian purity, given our experience of these local activists, I find your preaching of tolerance to be rather hollow and shallow.

Respectfully yours,
Brian MacArthur

Dr. Brian D. MacArthur
President and Vice-Chancellor




Mr. MacArthur,

I am very sad that this discussion had to end on this note. I have never in my life been called hollow and shallow. I do not know any activists in Moncton, I only know sincere gay people who wish to live their lives free of prejudice and hate. Thank you for showing your true colours with your last email. May your crown wear heavy on your head.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A poem about living....

Life

Thrown into life from darkness to light
The sustaining cord is cut with precision
Waterless environment unforgiving
Merciless necessity forces first breath
New born lungs filled with hope
I breathe
New mother filled with expectations
The eternal dance begins with invisible partners
The dance as yet to be perceived
No path carved in stone immutable
The waltz yet chosen
I dance
Choices unknown hover in the mist of what is to be
Every choice a turn in the road, a change in direction
Every decision final with endless possibilities
Expectations grow with years and disappointments
Childhood dreams dissolve in everyday rain
I survive
Dreams of tomorrow nourished with innocence
Moonlight makes shadows of expectations
Expectations realized in the light of day
Experience made of owned mistakes
You own what is given
I grow
Listen with unbiased ears that hold no prejudice
Speak with patient voice that knows the past
Act without knowledge of divine intervention
Pray to the empty heavens
Wait for an answer patiently
I question
Every saint is dead or dying
People still stand in the way of living
The path is clogged with those that question
Questions never answered
Heavenly deniability
I die

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The vatican





The Vatican

Foundations built on belief
Brick by intricate brick
The walls rise with authority
The walls built of deception
Belief usurped by greed and control
A dome of truth covers lies
Works of art made by masters
Master carvings express subjugation
The beauty of heaven soars upon ceilings
The hand of God reaches out
Does not touch man’s feelings
God’s love of man expressed in torture
Man’s sins stand out in a colonnade
Hidden truths protected by Swiss costumes
True history lost in deep vaults
Chosen truths see the light
Centuries of wilful ignorance
Papal choices take precedence
The light of gospels consistently denied
St. Peter’s house is bigger than Jesus
Forgotten words not a part of construction
Not in mansions of wood and stone
Jesus chained to the dungeon walls
Never to be seen by tourists
No bones will ever be found
The righteous never look