tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49683482346497220482024-02-07T19:46:29.437-08:00In Quest For A SunsetA traveller's journalLucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-40833296623391432432014-03-25T08:35:00.001-07:002014-03-25T08:35:43.828-07:00The Lent Journal 18<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's not Easter yet, but I feel like I've risen from the dead! =P<br />
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I've been pondering (I've had a lot of time to think & freak) about what certain aspects of the celebration of the Lent that I would like to talk about. As a good individualistic evangelical protestant Christian, I've focused the first posts on my personal experiences & life. But Lent is more about a corporative celebration (I prefer the word "communitarian", but this second word is not so much used).<br />
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In the Anglican & Lutheran churches we use different colours for different liturgical seasons. The colours are one of the symbols that help you understand the message of the Bible for that time of the year - and also helps you to focus on the message.<br />
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This is how a church might look with the purple hangings. In the church I attend, the priests wear a white or unbleached dress with a purple stole. In the Lutheran church, the priests wear all black most of the year, and there isn't much variation. <br />
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-76373988585867021512014-03-21T00:41:00.000-07:002014-03-21T00:41:02.551-07:00The Lent Journal 17<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Since Lent have started, I've been thinking a bit more about almsgiving. In Brazil, I would never stop by and drop a coin to a beggar. And mostly certainly never to a child. The rationale for this is very simple: begging is a short cut, that will avoid people in need to look for actual solutions. And it it quite certain that a child is begging on behalf of parents, that won't use the money in benefit of the child. This child should most probably be in school. Money dropped by is easily converted into cigarettes, alcohol, drugs. Many of us had the experience of offering food instead of money and being... shouted at by an angry beggar who wants money instead of food.<br />
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Now, I know that all these considerations are easily dismissed when confronted to the cruel reality of many that don't have anything. Or many that don't have hope. Or who were robbed of their dignity. So many realities, experiences, perceptions of life.<br />
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I've been well trained by my parents though, to support organizations that would really benefit those in need. Where I live now, even though my country is the Kingdom of the Discrepancy, with so many absurd contrasts, the situation is even worse. <br />
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Now, what do you do when a work fellow's apartment collapsed? No like the ones on the photo: you can see his apartment on the photo. Or what remained of it. </div>
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<i>Someone out of the crowd said, “Teacher, order my brother to give me a fair share of the family inheritance.”</i></div>
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<i>Speaking to the people, he went on, “Take care! Protect yourself against the least bit of greed. Life is not defined by what you have, even when you have a lot.”</i></div>
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<i>Then he told them this story: “The farm of a certain rich man produced a terrific crop. He talked to himself: ‘What can I do? My barn isn’t big enough for this harvest.’ Then he said, ‘Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll tear down my barns and build bigger ones. Then I’ll gather in all my grain and goods, and I’ll say to myself, Self, you’ve done well! You’ve got it made and can now retire. Take it easy and have the time of your life!’</i></div>
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<i>“Just then God showed up and said, ‘Fool! Tonight you die. And your barnful of goods—who gets it?’</i></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-18892111421847169762014-03-21T00:05:00.002-07:002014-03-21T00:05:57.556-07:00The Lent Journal 16<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sick.<br />
Sorry.<br />
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-63289480163595299182014-03-19T13:36:00.000-07:002014-03-19T13:36:00.364-07:00The Lent Journal 15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Still not feeling well. So let the Greats speak on my behalf.<br />
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This is by Emily Dickinson:<br />
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<i>I should have been too glad, I see,</i><br />
<i>Too lifted for the scant degree</i><br />
<i>Of life’s penurious round;</i><br />
<i>My little circuit would have shamed</i><br />
<i>This new circumference, have blamed</i><br />
<i>The homelier time behind.</i><br />
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<i>I should have been too saved, I see,</i><br />
<i>Too rescued; fear too dim to me</i><br />
<i>That I could spell the prayer</i><br />
<i>I knew so perfect yesterday, –</i><br />
<i>That scalding one, “Sabachthani,”</i><br />
<i>Recited fluent here.</i><br />
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<i>Earth would have been too much, I see,</i><br />
<i>And heaven not enough for me;</i><br />
<i>I should have had the joy</i><br />
<i>Without the fear to justify, –</i><br />
<i>The palm without the Calvary;</i><br />
<i>So, Saviour, crucify.</i><br />
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<i>Defeat whets victory, they say;</i><br />
<i>The reefs in old Gethsemane</i><br />
<i>Endear the shore beyond.</i><br />
<i>‘Tis beggars banquets best define;</i><br />
<i>‘Tis thirsting vitalizes wine, –</i><br />
<i>Faith faints to understand.</i><br />
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And the reading for today is Luke 10: 25 - 37 (The Message):<br />
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<i>Just then a religion scholar stood up with a question to test Jesus. “Teacher, what do I need to do to get eternal life?”</i><br />
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<i>He said, “That you love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and muscle and intelligence—and that you love your neighbour as well as you do yourself.”</i><br />
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<i>“A Samaritan travelling the road came on him. When he saw the man’s condition, his heart went out to him. He gave him first aid, disinfecting and bandaging his wounds. Then he lifted him onto his donkey, led him to an inn, and made him comfortable. In the morning he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, ‘Take good care of him. If it costs any more, put it on my bill—I’ll pay you on my way back.’</i><br />
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-89434843785464454272014-03-18T13:13:00.000-07:002014-03-19T13:14:08.769-07:00The Lent Journal 14<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am sick.<br />
Therefore, no blogging.<br />
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-5159563807191335882014-03-17T14:06:00.000-07:002014-03-17T14:06:27.300-07:00The Lent Journal 13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Meanwhile, Peter and those with him were slumped over in sleep. When they came to, rubbing their eyes, they saw Jesus in his glory and the two men standing with him. When Moses and Elijah had left, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, this is a great moment! Let’s build three memorials: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” He blurted this out without thinking.</i></div>
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<i>While he was babbling on like this, a light-radiant cloud enveloped them. As they found themselves buried in the cloud, they became deeply aware of God. Then there was a voice out of the cloud: “This is my Son, the Chosen! Listen to him.”</i></div>
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<i>When they came down off the mountain the next day, a big crowd was there to meet them. A man called from out of the crowd, “Please, please, Teacher, take a look at my son. He’s my only child. Often a spirit seizes him. Suddenly he’s screaming, thrown into convulsions, his mouth foaming. And then it beats him black-and-blue before it leaves. I asked your disciples to deliver him but they couldn’t.”</i></div>
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<i>Jesus said, “What a generation! No sense of God! No focus to your lives! How many times do I have to go over these things? How much longer do I have to put up with this? Bring your son here.”</i></div>
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<i>While he was coming, the demon slammed him to the ground and threw him into convulsions. Jesus stepped in, ordered the vile spirit gone, healed the boy, and handed him back to his father. They all shook their heads in wonder, astonished at God’s greatness, God’s majestic greatness.</i></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-17473805902798211492014-03-16T13:11:00.000-07:002014-03-16T13:11:23.029-07:00The Lent Journal 12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today we've heard a sermon, in which the preacher talked about the spiritual discipline of detachment. This would be to give up something that you really like in order to focus on Jesus. To use his own illustration, Lent is an opportunity to throw away "garbage" that we accumulate and keep only the essential. (Yeah, detachment is fasting in good ol' English, but speaking to a primarily evangelical audience, coming from non-liturgical traditions, he made a point without the constraints of vocabulary).<br />
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The preacher also highlighted that we have 33 days to Good Friday, when we celebrate the death of Christ on the cross. Music comes to my mind.<br />
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<i>Stabat mater dolorosa...There was the mother in pain... </i>at the foot of the cross.<br />
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<i>One time when Jesus was off praying by himself, his disciples nearby, he asked them, “What are the crowds saying about me, about who I am?”</i><br />
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<i>Then he told them what they could expect for themselves: “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat—I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? If any of you is embarrassed with me and the way I’m leading you, know that the Son of Man will be far more embarrassed with you when he arrives in all his splendor in company with the Father and the holy angels. This isn’t, you realize, pie in the sky by and by. Some who have taken their stand right here are going to see it happen, see with their own eyes the kingdom of God.”</i></div>
Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-42625627415410296002014-03-15T11:55:00.000-07:002014-03-15T11:57:15.138-07:00The Lent Journal 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Jesus now called the Twelve and gave them authority and power to deal with all the demons and cure diseases. He commissioned them to preach the news of God’s kingdom and heal the sick. He said, “Don’t load yourselves up with equipment. Keep it simple; you are the equipment. And no luxury inns—get a modest place and be content there until you leave. If you’re not welcomed, leave town. Don’t make a scene. Shrug your shoulders and move on.”</i></div>
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<i>Herod, the ruler, heard of these goings on and didn’t know what to think. There were people saying John had come back from the dead, others that Elijah had appeared, still others that some prophet of long ago had shown up. Herod said, “But I killed John—took off his head. So who is this that I keep hearing about?” Curious, he looked for a chance to see him in action.</i></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-91454910613963630112014-03-14T11:10:00.002-07:002014-03-14T11:10:32.135-07:00The Lent Journal 10<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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9 days into the Lent (even though it's the 10th post) . Another 32 to go. The Lent are 40 days. But Ash Wednesday and Sundays don´t count. On Sundays because during the service in all services we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. \O/ This is one the things I love about being part of a church with a fixed Liturgy: liturgical calendar. You spend a whole year remembering and living the important events and doctrines of the Bible. </div>
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The liturgical calendar also reflects the ups and downs of our human life in Earth. For instance, Advent and the Christmas season (with includes the Sundays after the Christmas eve, called Epiphany) are a time of celebration, while Lent is the time of penitence: as we look to our sin, we recognize the necessity of a Savior. The liturgical calendar also reflects our relationship with God: we stumble a lot; we can´t live a day without messing it up. It is a life of a continuous "I love you" and "I am sorry". </div>
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By the way, this last paragraph was based on the second sermon of the Lent season, so the credits go to our most reverend doctor <i>Abuna. </i>=P </div>
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The text today is Luke 6: 12 - 16 (The Message) and is about the election of the 12 apostles. </div>
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Kaffee und Kuchen. This is the title of another confession.<br />
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You know those words or phrases that you only have in one specific language? I propose that German should have "Kaffee und Kuchen". This time it's not a philosophical term, but an über-earthly expression. </div>
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"Coffee and cake" don't translate the real meaning behind it. There is tradition of coffee and cake. It's what you'll have in a wedding party. On a meeting with friends. After a special church service. </div>
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The coffee in question will be dense strong delicious coffee. No need of sugar. Maybe some <i>Kaffeesahne </i>(milk cream, not only milk, but milk full of cream - fat percentage is high here). The cake in question varies. But won't be too sweet either. And then, heavens!, the detail that will make your whole being vibrate in unison with the cosmos, a spoonful of cream next to your cake. </div>
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You understand what am I craving for? </div>
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Good. Thank you. </div>
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Of course I try to justify myself. Cake is my favourite food. I come from a state where coffee production plays an important role in our state economy. Coffee is also important in our local cuisine. </div>
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So what? Time to put things into perspective, I have been learned. Yeah, I've been warned that this is what fasting does: put your masks down, uncover your false short cuts for life. </div>
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Interestingly, the reading for today touches on another important point about food, making another point to put things into the right perspective. It's Luke 5: 27 - 32 (The Message). </div>
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<i>After this he went out and saw a man named Levi at his work collecting taxes. Jesus said, “Come along with me.” And he did—walked away from everything and went with him.</i></div>
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<i>Levi gave a large dinner at his home for Jesus. Everybody was there, tax men and other disreputable characters as guests at the dinner. The Pharisees and their religion scholars came to his disciples greatly offended. “What is he doing eating and drinking with crooks and ‘sinners’?”</i></div>
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<i>Jesus heard about it and spoke up, “Who needs a doctor: the healthy or the sick? I’m here inviting outsiders, not insiders—an invitation to a changed life, changed inside and out.”</i></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-26333467935205614272014-03-12T13:22:00.004-07:002014-03-12T13:22:48.735-07:00The Lent Journal 8<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've just realized that I made some mistake with the Lent's readings. I hope the readers of this blog will have mercy on me, since the table with the readings are in Arabic... it's easier to make mistakes! =)<br />
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Today, let's be humoured...?<br />
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I guess that part of why I found it so funny is that I've made the same mistake once. In my case, I was so worried to find out new vegetarian recipes. Yeah, it happened once. </div>
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This is the Miserere Mei, or "Have mercy upon me", or Psalm 51. In the Ash Wednesday service, this is read or sung after the ashen cross is marked on the believers' forehead.<br />
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During the Lent period, we don't sing the "Gloria" (<i>Gloria in excelsis Deo</i>, or<i> glory to God in the highest</i>), which normally would be sung after the "Absolution of Sins". In case you are still asking yourself, what the heck this is, these are parts of the liturgy of the Churches. In both Lutheran and Episcopal rites, it is usually done like this (in a very summarized form and not taking into account possible variations):<br />
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5 - The <i>Gloria</i> follows.<br />
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Enjoy the music. May it speak to your heart and to your passions! =)</div>
Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-11517955182195758452014-03-10T10:35:00.000-07:002014-03-10T10:35:09.858-07:00The Lent Journal 6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So, without any energy to write down something of myself, I'll post the <b>Address to the People of God</b>, which was read on the Ash Wednesday service. If you read it as a scholar, you find precious historical and dogmatic information. If you read it as a Christian, it is food for your heart and soul. </div>
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<b>The Celebrant reads: </b>Dear People of God: The first Christians observed with great devotion the days of our Lord's passion and resurrection, and it became the custom of the Church to prepare for them by a season of penitence and fasting. This season of Lent provided a time in which converts to the faith were prepared for Holy Baptism. It was also a time when those who, because of notorious sins, had been separated from the body of the faithful were reconciled by penitence and forgiveness, and restored to the fellowship of the Church. Thereby, the whole congregation was put in mind of the message of pardon and absolution set forth in the Gospel of our Savior, and of the need which all Christians continually have to renew their repentance and faith.</div>
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I invite you, therefore, in the name of the Church, to the observance of a holy Lent, by self-examination and repentance; by prayer, fasting, and self-denial; and by reading and meditating on God's holy Word. And, to make a right beginning of repentance, and as a mark of our mortal nature, let us now kneel before the Lord, our maker and redeemer. </div>
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<b>The Congregation reads: </b>Almighty God, you have created us out of the dust of the earth: Grant that these ashes may be to us a sign of our mortality and penitence, that we may remember that it is only by your gracious gift that we are given everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen. </div>
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<i>Once when he was standing on the shore of Lake Gennesaret, the crowd was pushing in on him to better hear the Word of God. He noticed two boats tied up. The fishermen had just left them and were out scrubbing their nets. He climbed into the boat that was Simon’s and asked him to put out a little from the shore. Sitting there, using the boat for a pulpit, he taught the crowd.</i></div>
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<i>Simon said, “Master, we’ve been fishing hard all night and haven’t caught even a minnow. But if you say so, I’ll let out the nets.” It was no sooner said than done—a huge haul of fish, straining the nets past capacity. They waved to their partners in the other boat to come help them. They filled both boats, nearly swamping them with the catch.</i></div>
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<i>Simon Peter, when he saw it, fell to his knees before Jesus. “Master, leave. I’m a sinner and can’t handle this holiness. Leave me to myself.” When they pulled in that catch of fish, awe overwhelmed Simon and everyone with him. It was the same with James and John, Zebedee’s sons, coworkers with Simon.</i></div>
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<i>Jesus said to Simon, “There is nothing to fear. From now on you’ll be fishing for men and women.” They pulled their boats up on the beach, left them, nets and all, and followed him.</i></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-67434849828168724822014-03-09T09:43:00.000-07:002014-03-10T09:43:47.690-07:00The Lent Journal 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you are fasting, one of the first things that become clear is how you make of feeble things an anchor that helps you go through the vicissitudes of life.<br />
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The same backpain that made me stop writing this blog some months ago is back. I went to the doctor and the medication prescribed makes me drownsy, I can't even think properly. It's hard to articulate my voice. And yet, nothing to make it easier. And yet, I can and will do the right thing this time, which is respect my body and let it go.<br />
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One side of my brain still screams: the right thing is the wrong thing! Try a short cut. Any short cut!!!<br />
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Here is the text for today. Luke 2: 1 - 21 (The Message). It's more than I actually pasted down. :)<br />
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-76908935211889032772014-03-08T13:05:00.000-08:002014-03-08T13:05:41.863-08:00The Lent Journal 4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Every Saturday I go to a wadi to hike. I cherish these few hours of Saturday morning greatly: you fell as you can flee the air pollution; it is certainly quiet (wow!) and I have endless admiration to those barren hills contrasting to the blue sky. A beauty of its kind. But the best of all is the fellowship of friends who walk together, solve the world's problems and drink coffee with brownies in the end (or chocolate chips cookies, or stroopwafels). </span></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-23343611719178912112014-03-07T12:06:00.000-08:002014-03-08T12:09:17.226-08:00The Lent Journal 3<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you were wondering, why, with such a background, I do celebrate and am celebrating the Lent, here is the answer. No, I didn't find the Light, I haven't gotten supernatural knowledge and my life hasn't changed.<br />
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I became a Lutheran. And right now, I attend an Episcopal Church. When I made these simple decisions that organize daily life and define routines, I had no way back. If not for any other reason, Lent is part of the Easter Season, which is part of the Liturgical Year of these Churches. Thus, if you are a church going person, you will be celebrating Lent at least during the worship services (or call it masses, if you like).<br />
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But since I left an evangelical denomination, in which my former pastor told me "Easter is more a Roman Catholic thing" to one in which Lent is part of life, I'd better gather some information. I've learnt some <u>bits</u> of it.<br />
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<li>The word 'carnival' comes from the Latin "carne vale", which means "goodbye to meat" (sounds neat, I'm not sure of the veracity). The reason you would be saying your farewells, is that you wouldn't be eating meat during Lent; </li>
<li>More important though, is that the first and foremost important celebration was the celebration of Easter, which has since the days of the flight from Egypt by the Israelites, existed; </li>
<li>Then, the Early Church developed the tradition of Lent, a period which new Christians would prepare themselves, through fasting and prayer, to become part of the Church, through baptisms. This important day would happen annually on Easter Sunday, which for Christians is the day we celebrate the resurrection of Christ. </li>
<li>In both traditions (Lutheran and Episcopal), fasting is encouraged, but optional. More on this, later. </li>
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<i>“Mary, you have nothing to fear. God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call his name Jesus.</i></div>
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<i>Mary said to the angel, “But how? I’ve never slept with a man.”</i></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-20364413339307914582014-03-06T13:25:00.000-08:002014-03-08T11:37:41.779-08:00The Lent Journal 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">First time I've heard about Lent was at my mom's catechism - at least on my reckoning. As a child you have questions. Your parents are your unending source of wisdom and knowledge. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Unfortunately, there was (and there aren't) Episcopal or Lutheran churches nearby to enlighten her knowledge of the Lent (since other evangelical denominations don´t work much with the Lent) and her Roman Catholic experience was (on my later analysis based on our charged theological discussions and disagreements) pretty much based on a platonic expression of popular beliefs more than on the Roman Catholic actual dogmas. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So what I've learnt pretty much was that there was Carnival. The word carnival derived from the Portuguese word "Carne", which means "flesh", and meant the "Feast of the Flesh". Now the word "carne" also means "meat", but for popular Platonists, that is a difference you won't make. After all, meat or flesh, everything is matter, therefore very bad. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, according to this teachings, the Roman Catholic Church (sometimes I think it could also be the Illuminati) created this "Feast of Flesh", so that you could have the chance of sinning however you wanted in two days (we're talking about Brazilian carnival, right?), a Monday and a Tuesday. And then, on Ash Wednesday you would repent of all your sins you committed during Carnival. And then, as a sign of your repentance, you couldn´t eat meat for 40 days (the word Lent in Portuguese is "Quaresma", which is similar to "quarenta" or forty). Finally, there would be the Easter, when you could return your meat eating habits, starting with fish - cod if you had the money. And consumerism still screwed things up even more with the idea of eating chocolate eggs. Something we would not be given, my mom would assure me. </span></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-33947981902983460982014-03-05T12:08:00.003-08:002014-03-05T12:08:36.651-08:00The Lent Journal 1 - Ash Wednesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Almost two years ago I published a journal on the Ramadan. The first Ramadan in my life that I would be an eyewitness. </div>
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I've decided this time to journal the Lent. After all, Christian makes from 6 too 10% of the population (depending on the sources), and I can take part of the Lent - so now I'll be able to add a personal perspective. </div>
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At first I thought about participating in the traditions of the Coptic Church. But I missed the beginning of their Lent, which is called Great Lent and began on February 24 =( But then, I can participate with the church I attend, which is an Episcopal Church - and that makes it less of a cultural experience, but really a life-changing experience instead, since I don't have to learn so much about the traditions or the meanings of this and that. </div>
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Today was Ash Wednesday: the day that we begin celebrating Lent. We had a beautiful bilingual service - in English and Arabic. They made it very ease my journalling: during the Lent period, we will be reading Luke, and they gave us flyer with the readings for everyday. So, I'll post them here. </div>
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<i>So many others have tried their hand at putting together a story of the wonderful harvest of Scripture and history that took place among us, using reports handed down by the original eyewitnesses who served this Word with their very lives. Since I have investigated all the reports in close detail, starting from the story’s beginning, I decided to write it all out for you, most honorable Theophilus, so you can know beyond the shadow of a doubt the reliability of what you were taught.</i> <b>Luke 1. 1 - 4, translation from The Message. </b></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-15315585308027057412014-03-03T12:32:00.001-08:002014-03-03T12:33:13.958-08:00The Experience of the Desert 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yesterday we had a storm. A sand storm.<br />
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I still remember my first sand storm. Everything was orangish-yellowish. I was puzzled by the matter-of-fact tone of student who calmly pointed out to a teacher that the weather had changed and asked to close the window. It was my first week here. I thought it fascinating.<br />
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As the time passed by I realized that sand storms aren't so common as I first thought. I still have a hard time identifying them (that might partly because I'm easily distracted by my particular world that I don't realize much what is going around).<br />
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Yesterday, however, was a day that was easily recognizable though. For as soon as I went out of the school building to the playground, my lungs filled with slime reacted and I coughed until I almost got asphyxiated.<br />
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Yesterday, everything was greyish-whitish. As one who loses her sight, as one who sees life from the other side (or that's how I imagine these near death experiences).<br />
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Yesterday, I not only had dust in my hair and skin (like everyday, of course), but I smelled and tasted it. It is bland. It stinks pollution - after all this is a city with over 20 million inhabitants, a huge auto-mobile fleet and few environmental laws.<br />
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Now, the most impressive was the evening. I was not outside only for the sake of reporting to this blog. I was a teacher who stayed late in school working to grade all the necessary papers that should be on the progress reports. And I walk home from work. For 20 minutes or so.<br />
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I felt something wasn't normal. But with all that dust, and my coughing and my levels of self-pity sky reaching... A-ha! The sky. It was evening. It is winter. It should be dark. It was grey. A grey without light beyond it. Moonless grey. A star-spangled-less grey. It reminded me of Perelandra, that has round roof. Only imagine if Ransom's mission had failed - a fallen Perelandra.<br />
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It also reminded of the time in the Middle-Earth when the shadows were dominant and the hope left the heart of all. And since I am right now reading The Return of the King, it gave me a whole new insight on how it started when Mordor comes upon Gondor. It wasn´t pitch dark as in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, but still, it stroke me the speech of Ghân: "It is all dark, but it not all night".<br />
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And so here am I trying to blog again after a pause caused by acute back pains. It will be only four months until I return to Brazil and I wanted to process the experience well. Let's travel together again! </div>
Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-46043895073715502982013-07-28T03:35:00.000-07:002013-07-28T03:35:00.156-07:00Rock N' Girls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Human Rights Watch reports 91 cases of sexual harassment in Tahrir Square since the outbreak of 30 June protests that lead to the overthrow of former Egyptian president Morsi.<br />
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Why is that? Is it only Machismo or what? Women are victims of daily harassment in the streets, so why is that so extraordinary? </div>
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Two and a half years ago, when Mabarak, the former dictator was ousted, there were a feeling of unity and equality. Christians & muslims, men & women, poor & rich were all together seeking the same goals, expressed in the Egyptian Revolution slogan: <i>Freedom, Bread and Social Justice</i>. </div>
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However, as Operation Anti-Sexual Harassment Coordinator Aalam Wassef explains: "Harassers are targeting women with the intent of making the square feel threatening and unsafe". Reem Labib, another volunteer from the same organization adds: "Egyptian women are subjected to harassment on a daily basis, yet organized harassers in the square utilize violence to target not only women, but also the revolution. They use both physical and psychological violence against protesters in the square”. </div>
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There are so much to say about all this issue, but I must start saying that as a Brazilian, the situation isn't much different in my home country. The shades might others, but it's very alive in my mind the feeling and the knowledge that being a woman in Brazil is not only very hard, but sometimes it was like a curse. </div>
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I do celebrate being a woman and, therefore, here music for the party: Orianthi, an acomplished guitar player, vocalist and composer. </div>
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<span style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">Source for the quotations and info mentioned: <a href="http://www.egyptindependent.com/news/hands-initiatives-grow-fighting-sexual-harassment-tahrir-and-elsewhere">Hands Off</a>; <a href="http://www.egyptindependent.com/news/hands-initiatives-grow-fighting-sexual-harassment-tahrir-and-elsewhere">At Least 91 Cases of Sexual Harassment in Tahrir</a>; <a href="http://www.egyptindependent.com/news/un-women-calls-firmer-stance-sexual-harassment">UN Women Class for Firmer Stance on Sexual Harassment</a>. </span></div>
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Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-61741439570885792622013-07-21T02:55:00.000-07:002013-07-21T02:55:00.634-07:00Pope & Football<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pope Francis won a t-shirt of Atlético Mineiro Football Club" from a Brazilian priest. In Brazil, it is said that politics, religion and football aren't topics for discussion, but I suppose that pope Francis don't agree much with that? </div>
Lucianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822610382570599944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968348234649722048.post-79430099649736920282013-07-15T10:54:00.000-07:002013-07-15T10:54:00.784-07:00Foodie 2: The Summer Colour Is Red<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have already told you, guys, how fresh, sweet and delicious is the produce here. One particular thing impressed me in my first Summer here, last year: how your place (or bow, or glass) can be covered by red food.<br />
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The most impressive part are the cherries. Real cherries. I never imagined I would ever find edible cherries to buy that weren't either canned (and extremely costly) or glacé cherries, which in Brazil are anything but cherries (they're know for being made of glacéed vegetables, coloured artificially and shaped in the form of a cherry - but not really, now that I know the real ones). Affordable natural cherries would come only in my wildest dreams - Yvanna, the god of Arda, bringing me a box of elvish wood and opening it to me solemnly.<br />
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And here are what part of them became - the best preserve of all, with no cinnamon, but an Middle-Eastern flavour that is unbeatable.<br />
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These are plums. To be very honest, I ate better plums here, so I "de-seeded" them and froze. They will became part of muffins and cakes later.<br />
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Lights on, decorations on the walls, colourful flags on the streets.<br />
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You feel confident about the future of Humanity when you teach TCKs. It's Social Studies class and a student voices his bewilderment:<br />
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"Ms. Luciana, my father told me that Syrians are fighting against Syrians. I can't understand it. How come?"<br />
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Five pairs of eyes stare at me. No one blinks.<br />
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"Well, you remember what happened here some years ago, how the people didn't like the president and went to the streets to ask him to leave?"<br />
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They all remember very well. They all lived through it - the hard times, the celebrations for living up a dream.<br />
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"People of Syria wanted the same there. They didn't like the president and wanted them to leave. But here the president left the presidency, while there the presidents refuses to give up his power. So people are fighting".<br />
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"My grandmother says this is not true!" replies the <u>Syrian</u> student."We can't believe in all the television says, because they are telling lies!"<br />
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"Well, it's true many people didn't like the president and many people want him to leave, but there are also people who like him." Her voices raises: My grandmother likes him. We love our president. We want him to stay!" <br />
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"Really?" I felt like hearing the the best historical gossip of the year. "So your family is supportive of president Assad?"<br />
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"Yes, we all love him!"<br />
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"You see now why Syrians are fighting with Syrians? There people who want the president out. There others who like him, like her family. So now they are fighting against each other."<br />
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"And now they have a war!"<br />
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"Yes, when people of a country fight against their fellow people, we call it Civil War." That has also happened in the United States when..."<br />
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Poor Syrian student. Most relatives there and either side they support they face the truculence we know but little about. The teacher learnt two lessons:<br />
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If you follow the news, you might have read somewhere that demonstrations swept Brazil in the past two weeks. Less important was the fact that Brazil won the Confederations' Cup, which in the football's world is a championship considered as a preview of the World Cup. Now, we Brazilians know that it also serves to the purpose of FIFA checking if a country really has conditions of hosting the actual World Cup: infrastructure, security, beautiful and newly remodelled stadiums.<br />
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Some people have been curious why Brazilians are so angry. After all, specially here, my home country is one of the wealthiest nations, has a fast growing economy and our former president is even mentioned here as a model to be followed by the presidents to be in the future.<br />
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But we Brazilians (in the fatherland or afar, like me) are happier, because the country was shaken by indignation against corruption and bad services offered by the State. Specially the big circus showing manicured stadiums built with public money. Very impressive in a country where football is a national issue.</div>
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Politicians afraid, a not so confident president, important bills that didn't passed in the Congress (which would protect our corrupt politicians) and even a decrease in the public buses' fare. Important to mention that the last time demonstrations swept in Brazil, the president was impeached - 20 years ago. </div>
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In another part of the world, Egyptian people are celebrating the downfall of the (former) president Morsi - two years and a half after the Hosni Mubarak, dictator for decades, was ousted and one year after Morsi was elected. </div>
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