Wish I could write like that:
But within Bonhoeffer’s words lies a challenge. Since God doesn’t come down in a blizzard of special effects to bail us out – we have to help each other. We recognize the suffering of others and are moved to relieve it. We can’t coop ourselves up in our apartments, churches, and mosques wishing all the bad things will go away. There’s no room for childish magical thinking. We have to act. The rescuers of 9/11 and the Gulf Coast understood this without all the fancy theological reflection. Bonhoeffer would say when we help each other that is God helping us. The human heart is moved by weakness not by strength. It is our brokenness, not power, that binds us together. Perhaps our weakness will be our salvation. Maybe that is how God “can be with us and help us.” Who knows? I’m only a waiter.
The God Who Drowns, from Waiter Rant. (Again.)
I cannot do either
you’ve got to know
when it’s time to turn the page
when you’re only wet because of the rain
you know it’s time to change
Mundgeblasen am 16. September 2005
Ich liebe ihn ja vielmehr für Sachen wie heute:
“This lady’s got so little body fat I’ll bet you could read the serial numbers off her breast implants.”
(Kichert.)
kaltmamsell am 20. September 2005