329 (Roses and Supper)

It was our first expe­ri­ence lead­ing a 4-day trip with our Youth. They were a group of 15 — 5 boys, 10 girls. It was an inner-city trip, and we were learn­ing about ser­vice. We had planned a time for them to serve each other. The boys were mak­ing an elab­o­rate (okay, Side­kicks) meal for the girls. They were going to give each girl a rose, and then walk them to their seats. Since there were twice as many girls as boys, the girls would come five at a time, in two waves. With roses in hand, they lined up behind the door. The girls didn’t know what was com­ing (the roses or the sup­per). As the boys lined up, they all agreed: “Make sure we’re lined up and they’re lined up, we don’t want to have to pick.”

It wasn’t because they didn’t want to have to choose which of their friends to walk to the table, it was because they were wor­ried that by pick­ing they would inad­ver­tently leave some­one to be picked last. In this moment, I was instantly reminded of the fact that Youth can be incred­i­bly per­cep­tive and mature. These Youth were in grade 8.

When Elihu breaks into the scene in Job, he says, “It is not only the old who are wise, not only the aged who under­stand what is right.” Jesus him­self reit­er­ates this notion when he tells us we all need to become like lit­tle chil­dren. Work­ing with Youth has opened my eyes to the fact that, yes, while young peo­ple can be extremely ener­getic and some­times imma­ture, they can simul­ta­ne­ously be some of the most mature peo­ple I know. This story was just one brief exam­ple. There have been many others.

We have a lot to learn from young peo­ple. Energy. Pas­sion. Humour. Excite­ment. And matu­rity. It might not always seem obvi­ous, but some­times I wish the older gen­er­a­tion acted a lit­tle more like the young.

Tak­ing Heart,

Paul Loewen

Holding on, five times a day

Reflect­ing these weeks on “hold­ing on and let­ting go” as part of Lenten devo­tion­als, I notice yet again my urge to con­trol everything.

Even in writ­ing about choos­ing a per­sonal focus for Lent, my jour­nal records my unwill­ing­ness to let go — all of my Lent ideas involve hold­ing on, work­ing harder, try­ing again, push­ing and forc­ing myself to do what I think is good. Hold­ing on to every­thing with tight fists. There may be times for this kind of tenac­ity. After re-reading my brain­stormed list, though, I real­ize the most impor­tant thing I could con­cen­trate on this Lent is let­ting go.

Now I’m prac­tic­ing. I’m let­ting go of expec­ta­tions of per­fec­tion in my work and study. I’m let­ting go of judge­ment of myself when I don’t exer­cise and eat as well as I know I should. I’m let­ting go of try­ing to fix every­thing and of tak­ing on respon­si­bil­i­ties that are not really mine. I’m let­ting go of legal­ism, per­fec­tion­ism, and crit­i­cism, and begin­ning to see what remains that I need to hold on to.

A friend shared his expe­ri­ence of how he holds on. As a Mus­lim, he fol­lows the tra­di­tion of pray­ing five times a day. These moments become daily mark­ers of time and space for the essen­tial. A reminder of what he needs to let go and what he needs to hold on to. Hear­ing his expe­ri­ence, I rec­og­nize a need for  these reminders myself.

One step fur­ther. In addi­tion to prac­tic­ing let­ting go, I’ve started to stop at moments through­out the day (thanks to the mul­ti­ple alarms on my phone to alert me!) to remem­ber and pray. Every­thing else seems to slide into place and I feel cen­tred again. I remind myself too, like my friend says, that it’s not about legal­ism. If I miss a time, I “jump up” to the next, know­ing that I am free in God these moments are a gift, not an obligation.

Lent moves on another week and I keep try­ing to hold on, let go, and con­tinue the journey.

A Questionable Call?

This is our game. This game is for world hockey supremacy. We’ve heard the slo­gans. Col­lec­tively we’ve dis­played the pride, enjoyed the swag­ger in vic­tory and felt the blows in defeat. Per­haps in the quiet moments of a bath­room stall dur­ing inter­mis­sion or after this year’s world junior’s tour­na­ment we’ve even ques­tioned whether there is some­thing out of bal­ance, some over­com­pen­sa­tion hap­pen­ing but soon enough the puck drops, the beer is hoisted and we are again trans­ported into the dream of world dom­i­na­tion. I have not fol­lowed hockey for over ten years but the world juniors and the Olympics have drawn me deep into the cor­ners of the hockey world. I fol­lowed with dread the tri­als of team Canada as they teetered and then sta­bi­lized and then charged and then almost col­lapsed as they headed into over­time in the gold medal match. And we all know the out­come. But in my own world I con­tin­ued to travel deep into the oppo­si­tion zone of the hockey world. A place I was once at home in but it now felt strange and sud­denly I heard the whis­tle blow. Did I re-enter the hockey world off-side? The call comes from an unlikely Dan­ish offi­cial, but this inter­na­tional play after all. Embossed on the back of his black and white stripes is SK. But I am not off­side. It is a penalty called against team Canada. SK makes a strange hand ges­ture. I do not rec­og­nize the penalty call. He glides towards the penalty box and says Fort­vivlelse. I wait for the announcer to get a trans­la­tion and make the announce­ment. Then a voice comes over the speak­ers Team Canada has been called on … No, sorry cor­rec­tion Canada, the nation of Canada, has been called for Despair. They are asked to take a time-out to reflect on their rela­tion­ship with hockey.

Despair? A lit­tle harsh don’t you think? Tough call. Up in the media both they dig up some more infor­ma­tion on this offi­cial and they find that SK has a his­tory of hand­ing despair penal­ties. In fact they dig up one par­tic­u­larly con­tro­ver­sial account in which SK was asked to defend his call. The doc­u­ment cer­tainly dates the offi­cial which could raise even more eye­brows. The doc­u­ment was dated back to 1849. There was another nation who was given a time-out for despair. The media jumped on this doc­u­ment and fever­ishly cor­ralled ath­letes from the Dan­ish team to trans­late the doc­u­ment. In order to help Canada under­stand the call they replaced the name of the orig­i­nal coun­try with the word Canada. Through a for­tu­nate con­nec­tion I have obtained a por­tion of this document.

Canada says, ‘We will be Hockey or we will be noth­ing.’ What hap­pens if Canada does not become Hockey? Then they will be in despair. But they will not be in despair over the fact that they did not become Hockey rather they will be in despair because they could not rid them­selves of their iden­tity of not being Hockey. They hoped to become Hockey because they found them­selves, their iden­tity, intol­er­a­ble. And so, they are in despair. But per­haps they will stand atop the podium and Canada will be declared Hockey to the whole world. Surely then they will not be despair. They will have rid them­selves of them­selves and become who they thought they should be. But what then have they done? They’ve suc­ceeded. They’ve now rid them­selves of their iden­tity and become Hockey. And so they are lost, they are not them­selves. They are in despair. And so I stand by my call. And the penalty is hardly a harsh one, though it could be the most harsh. I sim­ply ask that Canada stand alone with­out hockey, at least for a time and see who they are. They are then free to play, to not play, to play well, to play poorly.

It seems that the IOC has found out that SK was never meant to offi­ci­ate this game. He found his way into the tour­na­ment under a pseu­do­nym. Some­thing he has tried on numer­ous other occa­sions. And so secu­rity has come onto the ice to remove him. He makes no objec­tions and gives no resis­tance. He seems con­tent. He has made his call. Canada is called on despair. They either lose them­selves or can­not stand them­selves. A ques­tion­able call from a ques­tion­able offi­cial? Well, either way the time-out is almost over and Canada is free to get back in the game if they so choose.

1923 (Immortality)

They say that every­thing on the inter­net is for­ever. Well, if that’s the case, one of my life’s goals is done! Which one, you ask? To have some­thing I have done or said immor­tal­ized. If the internet’s data truly lasts for­ever, then there’s a lot that I’ve done that’s been immor­tal­ized. Every email I have sent will go down in Gmail’s servers for all eternity…

It wasn’t always this way. Scrolls are frag­ile. Peo­ple that could write were few. Writ­ten words we con­tained in jars of clay, held onto sacredly. With no record­ing devices, spo­ken words would have to be writ­ten down to keep them in memory.

Job’s words, “Oh, that my words were recorded…” make me laugh. He may never have known that he got his wish. His words have been recorded and read by more peo­ple than any other lit­er­ary work. Quite the immor­tal­iza­tion. I hope to write a lot in my life­time, but I know my words will never go down in his­tory like his did. This led to an inter­est­ing thought…

Did the Bible’s writ­ers have any idea what they were doing?

Did they real­ize that their words would be read by count­less peo­ple? Did they real­ize that peo­ple would stake their lives on the words they eeked out on crumbly scrolls? Did they know that their words would be called canon, holy?

I have no doubt they felt inspired to write what they wrote or say what they said. But so do many peo­ple today, and the canon is already closed. We’re not adding 20th or 21st cen­tury prophets to the Bible. That’s over and done. Pic­ture Job, aching and in pain, wish­ing his words were recorded. Pic­ture Paul, hunched over a desk, quill in hand, writ­ing by can­dle­light. I wish I could go back and whis­per, “Do you know what you’re writ­ing? Do you know how much those words mean?”

Write and speak like your words will mean as much to peo­ple in 3,000 years as Job’s do to us.

Tak­ing Heart,

Paul

Robotic Warfare: Making This World Safe?

Last week Preda­tor drones attacked in Hel­mand province in South­ern Afghanistan and mis­tak­enly killed civil­ians.  We don’t know how many.  The inci­dents are another warn­ing like the mes­sages of protest that Pak­ista­nis have been try­ing to send Amer­i­cans for the past few years.  Despite the much bal­ly­hooed pre­ci­sion of these air crafts and their weapons, they still kill civil­ians because cor­rob­o­rat­ing intel­li­gence on the ground is unre­li­able and this leads to flawed targeting.

The pro­tec­tion of civil­ians has been a most basic plank of all notions of just war for many nations going back 1600 years.  The slide towards increased killing of civil­ians in war by national armies and as a corol­lary, the use of civil­ians as human shields is often over­looked.   Tac­tics aris­ing from the use of robotic weapons of war may increase the slide of dis­re­spect for civil­ian life in war.  This trend that brought us civil­ian casu­al­ties from Dres­den to Hiroshima, from IEDs in Iraq to drones in Pak­istan reflect the broad lines of increased dis­re­spect for civil­ian life into the 21st cen­tury war­fare in reg­u­lar and insur­gent armies.

Dur­ing the final week of Lent this year I expect to travel to Las Vegas and to Creech AFB 45 miles north­west where the Preda­tor pilots and their staffs are trained and local con­trol rooms guide the planes in the 24 hour sur­veil­lance and attack assign­ments over Pak­istan, Iraq and Afghanistan.  As I go I know that the Preda­tors are just a tip of a vast array of robotic tech­nol­ogy now being devel­oped to make mod­ern war­fare “safer” for sol­diers but more lethal for civilians.

The Preda­tor and their Hell­fire mis­siles are the air weapon deliv­ery sys­tem of choice right now but maybe not for long.  In the future the work of dis­ar­ma­ment will be made even more com­pli­cated by robotic instru­ments of all kinds. The U. S. Army is work­ing with uni­ver­si­ties to build micro fliers, tiny bird like fly­ers to be used for intel­li­gence gath­er­ing and sur­veil­lance through its Micro Autonomous Sys­tems and Tech­nol­ogy Col­lab­o­ra­tive Alliance.  Joseph Mait, man­ager of the Army Research Lab­o­ra­tory says,“   Our long-term goal is to develop tech­nolo­gies that can pro­duce a map of a build­ing inte­rior or detect bombs,”

Big unmanned Preda­tor like air­craft have lots of prob­lems. They are still expen­sive to build, main­tain and fly although they are much cheaper than the ear­lier gen­er­a­tions of bombers.  They can also be easy to spot.  In Pak­istan I was told that chil­dren in remote areas have games they play called, “spot­ting the Preda­tors”.   Shrink­ing those vehi­cles to a few ounces will not only change the children’s games but will give an up-close view of who is doing what, when and where.

Accord­ing to Dis­cov­ery Mag­a­zine,  Haibo Dong of Wright State Uni­ver­sity is work­ing on a four-winged robot, the Wright Dragon flyer. The design­ers com­plain that it is more dif­fi­cult to cre­ate than a two-winged flap­ping sys­tem but promises more speed and manoeu­ver­abil­ity. Dong expects to have a pro­to­type, about the size of a real dragon-fly, com­pleted this year. “This small craft could per­form sur­veil­lance, envi­ron­men­tal mon­i­tor­ing and search and res­cue,” he says.

At Har­vard Uni­ver­sity roboti­cist Robert Wood is work­ing on mechan­i­cal bee-like instru­ments to cre­ate a colony of RoboBees. These swarm­ing robots will incor­po­rate opti­cal and chem­i­cal sen­sors as well as com­mu­ni­ca­tions sys­tems to make autonomous flight deci­sions and to coor­di­nate with colony mem­bers dur­ing tasks such as search­ing for objects or people.

Robotic tech­nol­ogy is already heav­ily used in all of America’s wars.  As many as 4000 robots are already on the ground in Iraq. Tiny infor­ma­tion gath­er­ing devices are com­ple­mented by robotic instru­ments designed to iden­tify and dis­arm bombs.  With ground mobil­ity they can enter into dan­ger­ous set­tings where enemy sol­diers are heav­ily armed.  Some of these instru­ments are being adapted for or are already used for in the home­land secu­rity.  Their phe­nom­e­nal growth will change for­ever the arms race, the bal­ance of power(s) in the world and the nature of police work.

The eth­i­cal impli­ca­tions of this rev­o­lu­tion of arms, force and infor­ma­tion gath­er­ing are daunting.

1.  The devel­op­ment, deploy­ment, and use of the instru­ments of robotic war­fare are being car­ried out in at least 40 coun­tries around the world.  A robotic arms race is already under way.  There are few if any forums that address the impli­ca­tions of this race for the future of life on earth and for the qual­ity of life-like basic freedoms.

2.  As the robotic arms move­ment unfolds, the pos­si­bil­ity for back yard devel­op­ment of instru­ments of destruc­tion reaches to the lim­its of  imag­i­na­tion.  Vio­lent video games were just a begin­ning although they may have helped dull our sen­si­tiv­ity and cre­ate a cul­ture of accep­tance.  The IED (impro­vised explo­sive device)  an  interim instru­ment for defence and attack for insur­gents will have been just the first gen­er­a­tion of a long line of sophis­ti­cated adap­ta­tion of off the shelf tech­nol­ogy for killing.  The dis­tance between the safe researcher silently work­ing in a san­i­tized lab­o­ra­tory and the field prac­ti­tioner is nar­row­ing.  The absence of mean­ing­ful work for so many in this gen­er­a­tion may become the void  where new waves of  imag­i­na­tion in the ser­vice of vio­lence are unleashed.  Non­vi­o­lence move­ments will match this chal­lenge only with keen under­stand­ing of the impli­ca­tions of robotic devel­op­ments and solid healthy organizations.

3.  As civil­ian casu­al­ties grow, per­sons who believe that life is sacred are faced with enor­mous new chal­lenges.  Peace­mak­ers and human rights work­ers have only begun to grasp the impli­ca­tions of robotic war­fare.  Peo­ple on the ground in Pak­istan told me that just 10% of the vic­tims of Preda­tor drone bomb­ings are insur­gent com­bat­ants. Ninety per­cent are civil­ians. The l Pak­istan Secu­rity Mon­i­tor, a project of the School for Inter­na­tional Stud­ies at Simon Fraser Uni­ver­sity dis­putes these fig­ures.  I have trav­elled in Pak­istan and have heard the esti­mated 90% fig­ure from per­sons with access to the areas of impact with accom­pa­ny­ing sto­ries of tra­vail and death to women and children..

For Chris­t­ian paci­fists the reach of research, devel­op­ment, and man­u­fac­ture dips into every one of our com­mu­ni­ties.  We are now faced with new chal­lenges to our con­vic­tions about not killing.  Unless we face those oncom­ing ambi­gu­i­ties with­out falling into legal­ism, the con­vic­tions will morph into fluffy cot­ton dec­o­ra­tion over a core of words that are not backed up with action.

4.  As we enter this new fron­tier of ethics and robotic war­fare, our meth­ods of wit­ness for a non­vi­o­lent way will be forced to adapt.  The cen­tral­iza­tion of the devel­op­ment and man­u­fac­ture of killer instru­ments into fewer and fewer cor­po­ra­tions and selected polit­i­cal pow­ers is over.  The time is here when ordi­nary peo­ple can go to the local com­puter store or amazon.com to order com­po­nent parts for assem­bling a weapon.  What will we do if the com­puter store owner even goes to our church or parish?  What will we do if peo­ple in our church own stock in com­pa­nies that pro­duce the com­po­nents? We won’t have to go to Wash­ing­ton or to some well-mannered leg­isla­tive office to begin the dis­cus­sion and to engage in pub­lic witness.

We are now swim­ming in the cul­ture of robot­ics, a tech­nol­ogy that is being adapted every day by nations around the world to myr­iad roles that include secu­rity and killing.  We can watch in admi­ra­tion or dis­taste as the magic is unveiled .  In peri­ods of tran­si­tion and unfold­ing vio­lence it takes a lit­tle time for our con­sciences to be awak­ened and the gift of stub­born resis­tance to become clear.  The time has arrived.

Boiled Down

It is encour­ag­ing at cer­tain points to expe­ri­ence life, at least at that moment, as hav­ing been boiled down, clar­i­fied, dis­tilled. I am not sure there is much more to Chris­t­ian life, which is to say life, than prayer and wor­ship. Per­haps there is only wor­ship or only prayer or some third unknown descrip­tion. But for now I still find it help­ful to speak of the two.

Pray with­out ceasing

Let every­thing that has breathe praise the LORD

All things may be prayer and wor­ship. My breath­ing, my eat­ing, my com­ing and my going. My buy­ing and sell­ing, giv­ing and tak­ing. My sit­ting and lying. My speech and my act.

I went for a run today and I did not care (much) for the ben­e­fits I used to hope from this expres­sion (bet­ter fit­ness and self-image) I did not incor­po­rate tech­niques to make my run more effi­cient or effec­tive . I ran and breathed and looked and thought. I ran to the ceme­tery at the edge of town and sat on a bench. It was one of the first sunny almost warm days and on the bench the sun shown directly on my face and the tree behind me blocked the wind. And every­thing was just glo­ri­ous, utterly glo­ri­ous in that moment.

I real­ized then that had I not done this, had I not run in that way at that time I would have been guilty of blas­phemy a fully uncon­scious expres­sion of sin and heresy. This led me then to the much more hum­bling real­iza­tion that much of my life is blasphemy.

717 (One in Seven Billion)

With some 7,000,000,000 peo­ple on earth, it’s easy to get lost in the crowd. With the total weight of the earth’s ter­mites out­weigh­ing humans 10:1, we can hardly say we’re the biggest thing on this planet. If we believe pop­u­lar sci­ence, we’re noth­ing but advanced genet­ics and organ­ics. Yes, we’re

the most advanced life form, but we’re merely a future pro­gres­sion of apes. With this in mind, it’s hard to blame a lot of peo­ple (par­tic­u­larly teenagers, but cer­tainly not lim­ited to them) for hav­ing low self-esteem.

Job asked, “What is man?” to God. What is man that you pay us any atten­tion? Us? Really? There’s 7,000,000,000 of us. Sure, I’m unique in my DNA. But I’m just another per­son. And, when it comes down to it: what is man?

If we read the end of Job, God slams us pretty hard. There’s a lot we don’t know, and God makes it pretty clear who’s in con­trol. There’s a pretty big gap between the Almighty and the Meek. As big as the East from the West in a flat world.

But, wait, there’s hope. I didn’t fin­ish Job’s state­ment. “What is man that you make so much of him?” he asked. In a way, Job’s just answered his own ques­tion. Man is some­thing purely because God makes some­thing of us. Man is some­thing because God cre­ated us. And more than any­thing, man is a whole lot because we are cre­ated in God’s image. We’re a tiny lit­tle bit of God, reflect­ing His bril­liance on this earth.

There’s a lot of hope rooted in being made in God’s image. There’s a lot of self-confidence.

That’s who we are.

Tak­ing Heart,

Paul

Bobby Or

A long time ago, a strug­gling Team Canada turned to Bobby Orr to guide them to inter­na­tional glory. In those days his knees were so bad that hey were wrapped in ice more often than they weren’t. Today, if a pro ath­lete had knees like his, they would get arthro­scopic surgery in the off-season, and he’d be good as new when the puck dropped again in the fall. Even though Bobby’s sup­port­ing cast was weak, and their oppo­si­tion was strong, he put them on his shoul­ders and car­ried them to victory.

These days another fledg­ling squad has called on #4 to give them a boost. Mr. Orr can now be reg­u­larly seen on Chevro­let com­mer­cials endors­ing their most recent line of auto­mo­biles. It’s no secret that Gen­eral Motors is in trou­ble; their vehi­cles seem to be falling behind their com­pe­ti­tion in terms of per­for­mance and effi­ciency stan­dards, and finan­cially, they’ve been in the red so deep for so long that they needed mas­sive gov­ern­ment bailouts just to stay afloat. The for­mer defense­man even made ref­er­ence to this in the com­mer­cial when he asserts that “They are def­i­nitely back in the game.” Is GM admit­ting that for a cer­tain amount of time that they were out of the game? It seems to be an unchar­ac­ter­is­tic show of weakness.

But before he makes this bold asser­tion, Bobby quoted some­thing else that I was much more inter­ested in. It looked as though he was refer­ring to a new vehi­cle pro­duc­tion mantra: “Build them the best, or don’t build them at all.” I won­der if that’s just a catchy one-liner that their mar­ket­ing depart­ment came up with or if it is some­thing they are directly hear­ing from their cus­tomers. It seems to me that even if GM con­sis­tently tests lower than their major com­pe­ti­tion in per­for­mance and effi­ciency, they will con­tinue to make auto­mo­biles, no mat­ter how prin­ci­pled their man­age­ment is. How­ever, rank­ings aside, if sales num­bers don’t pick up in time to sta­bi­lize their long­time finan­cial pic­ture, they will be forced to shut down pro­duc­tion and this mantra will become true in a whole dif­fer­ent way than they were intend­ing.
This mantra could eas­ily be mis­taken as a mis­sion state­ment, but the inclu­sion of the word “or” (and the implied “or else”) makes it par­tic­u­larly inter­est­ing. I’ve seen a tonne of mis­sion state­ments of churches and var­i­ous Chris­t­ian char­i­ties and I can’t remem­ber any that included this kind of “or else” con­clu­sion, but it does present some inter­est­ing possibilities.

Con­sider the Chris­t­ian Peace­maker Teams. They owe much of their found­ing to an “or else” kind of speech by Ron Sider. Could they use some of those same words to form a mis­sion statement?

Ready to die devel­op­ing new non­vi­o­lent attempts to reduce inter­na­tional con­flict, or else we never really meant the cross was an alter­na­tive to the sword.”

Men­non­ite Church Canada’s mantra is also void of any “or else”‘s. I think the mean­ing becomes a lit­tle more urgent if we add some, even if the or else that I add is already implied.

Form­ing a peo­ple of God … or else when we gather we’ll think we’ve already arrived.
Becom­ing a global church … or else we’ll assume ours is the only way to do things and we’ll for­get that Jesus came for the whole world, not just us.
Grow­ing lead­ers … or else the busi­ness of doing church will scare off any­one who might oth­er­wise want to lead.”

It’s maybe a bit wordy, but I think it leaves a nice touch.

What about indi­vid­ual con­gre­ga­tions though? They have their own mis­sion state­ments too, some­times dis­played as promi­nently as any scrip­ture verse. But if we add an or else to those state­ments, what tone should it take? We could take a prac­ti­cal slant and say “or else peo­ple will stop com­ing” or “or else our funds will dry up”. It might also be appro­pri­ate to take a spir­i­tual slant and say “or else we aren’t pay­ing close enough atten­tion to our pas­tor” or “or else the Spirit isn’t in us”. Or how about some­thing that com­bines them both?

Liv­ing out our faith and bring­ing good news to our neigh­bours, here and around the world …
or else we have no right to gather as a church and should board up our doors and walk away.”

That might take up too many of those move­able let­ters on church signs though.

A Gold Medal for Protesting?

To con­tinue with the Olympics …

I have come across var­i­ous anec­do­tal con­cerns and crit­i­cisms of the Olympic games. The crit­i­cisms have revolved around aspects of waste, excess and greed. It is my under­stand­ing that many of the venues in China and Greece are largely unused and dete­ri­o­rat­ing mak­ing them another image of our fast-food cul­ture. I was hop­ing to be quite attuned to these con­cerns as the 2010 Win­ter Olympics approached. I have found that as they began I became enthralled with them.  Never had short-track speed skat­ing and the biathlon seemed so exhil­er­at­ing (not to men­tion snow­board cross). I found it dif­fi­cult to turn away from this real-time drama. Then a nudg­ing of con­science came to me and I needed to ask myself if I could hon­estly sup­port these games. So I per­formed some (very brief) research into the crit­i­cisms of the games. See here for an overview. As I read the crit­i­cisms I had to admit that I largely agreed with them. Yes I agree that the Olympics rep­re­sent tremen­dous waste and excess with their envi­ron­men­tal tolls. Yes I imag­ine that there is an over influ­ence of cor­po­rate spon­sor­ship. Yes I agree that the eco­nomic ben­e­fit of host­ing the games is ques­tion­able at best. How­ever, what came to mind was that these are not crit­i­cisms of the Olympics but crit­i­cisms of our cul­ture as they are reflected in the Olympics. And if this indeed in the case then is it pos­si­ble that the Olympics is at least one of the bet­ter (not deny­ing the many faults still inher­ent in the games) expres­sions of our cul­ture? Should it not be the case that the inten­sity of our protest and resis­tance be ramped up dur­ing the rest of the year and allow our­selves to enjoy and appre­ci­ate what is good in the games?

Per­haps the games are actu­ally more decep­tive, more insid­i­ous with the use of hard­work­ing under­paid ath­letes.  Per­haps the games are actu­ally pure con­sumerism with the drama of the games sim­ply being medium to sell tourism, adver­tis­ing, con­ser­v­a­tive dis­ci­plined cit­i­zens, illu­sions (Believe … in what?) etc.

Please cor­rect me if I am wrong.

Christ-ian

With all the hoopla over the Olympics, I was think­ing about what it means to be a Cana­dian. Many peo­ple define them­selves by their coun­try. They take pride in their atti­tudes, friend­li­ness, and a few stereo­types that come along with your coun­try. Canada is no dif­fer­ent. As a Cana­dian, I have respon­si­bil­i­ties and priv­i­leges. Respon­si­bil­i­ties to pay my taxes, to vote, to be a good cit­i­zen. Priv­i­leges that include health care, human rights, and a great hockey team.

Dur­ing the Olympics, we’re proud to be Cana­dian. We wear the maple leaf with pride.

It got me think­ing about being a Chris­t­ian. After all, “Chris­t­ian” and “Cana­dian” end in the same three let­ters: i-a-n. When it comes to my coun­try, it’s a suf­fix that describes my cit­i­zen­ship. I am a Cana­dian because I am a cit­i­zen of Canada. I took it to the next level: I am a Chris­t­ian because I am a cit­i­zen of Christ.

What does it mean to be a cit­i­zen of Christ? It means to have respon­si­bil­i­ties and receive priv­i­leges. It means that, while I wear red and white dur­ing these 16 days in Feb­ru­ary, I wear Christ’s col­ors all the time. It means that, ulti­mately, my cit­i­zen­ship lies with Christ. And so I don’t think of myself as a Chris­t­ian, I think of myself as a Christ–ian, putting the empha­sis on the last three letters.

I belong to Christ.

I live in the coun­try of Christ.

It strips the name of all the stereo­types. It gives it root and sub­stance. It gives it heart and mean­ing, heart and mean­ing that makes me want to scream as loudly for my ulti­mate cit­i­zen­ship as I will when Canada scores in the gold medal game.

Tak­ing Heart,

Paul Loewen