Archive for February, 2008

Justification by Faith Alone

Posted on February 27, 2008. Filed under: Christian |

I am working on a project for my Christianity class at the U of R.  I need to write a research paper on a “Christian” topic.  I chose Martin Luther and his views on Christian liberty.  One of the resources I am going to use is RC Sproul’s address on Justification by Faith.  Here RC outlines the differences between justification by faith alone and justification through the sacrements.  It’s definitely an interesting “sermon” if anyone is interested in some of the differences between the Catholic church and the Evangelical Protestant church.

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Blog on Blogging

Posted on February 14, 2008. Filed under: edublog, reflection |

For the last month I have been an official blogging buddy for Kathy Cassidy’s grade one classroom.  My buddy is Mathew.  I try to comment on his posts as soon as they are posted.  These blogging exercises have been a great tool for his writing and my teaching.  My buddy is such a great writer already, but it is so good to see him grow and use the advice I am giving him.  I mostly try to remind him of spelling, or grammar that he’s probably seen before.  I also try and comment on the content of the blog. I have mentioned that I would love to see him talk about new and interesting things going on in his life.  This type of journaling is so interactive.  Imagine, a global audience at the age of 6! It is so great to see the grade ones progressing in their writing while having fun.  I can’t wait to see what else Mathew is going to write and how he will continue to grow in his writing.

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The Cries of the Hurting

Posted on February 7, 2008. Filed under: cultural, reflection |

We try so hard to fight for social justice and equality among humans but today was another example of how our world is a desperate and hurting place.  I went out for coffee with a friend of mine who is in social work. She was telling me the story of a little girl she works with.  I’m going to call this little one Rebecca.

The vicious circle of poverty and abuse repeated itself in Rebecca’s life.  Rebecca is 3. Years ago her grandma, a teenage mom got fed up and tired of caring for her new daughter, (let’s call her Daisy)… so the new mom put Daisy in a dumpster and left her.  Clearly this would have a traumatizing effect on a young child and this little girl grew up with some serious issues.  To no surprise, Daisy also became a teenage mom herself.  She again had a little girl, Rebecca.  I am not sure what pushed Daisy to the extreme, but Daisy also felt the need to abandon her child.  A year and a half ago Rebecca made the news.  Her mom had locked her, at 1 and a half years old in an apartment for 48 hours.  The police had to break the door down to rescue the child.  My heart is breaking as I type this.  Put yourself in that room. What did Rebecca do for 48 hours?  Could she even crawl? Imagine the horribleness of sitting in a dirty diaper for 2 days.  Can you hear her hurting, desperate little cry? This is the cry of only one of our many hurting children in Regina, our country and this world. 
As my friend was telling me this story, a disheveled man walks up to us in the coffee shop and asks us for money. As he talks, a bit of saliva leaks out of the side of his mouth and he is somewhat slurring his words.  He tells us that his car broke down on the ring road and he needs money for gas. I search his eyes, questioning his motives.  In my heart I doubt this man actually needs the money for gas, and I don’t want to fuel an addiction, but my friend and I pull out a small amount of change anyways… scared that he might actually be telling the truth.  I try to offer him help, so I ask if he needs a ride, and he tries to tell me his plans but they don’t really make much sense.  I tried to call my fiancee, but there was no answer. I don’t know if I should call a cab, or drive him myself.  My friend and I both know we can’t drive him ourselves, but he tells me he is going to the nearby Safeway.  That was the last I saw of him.  Since I left the coffee shop I have been questioning my actions and I wish I could have done something more.  Was this man just another product of poverty and addiction and has he resorted to begging for money? Or did he actually run out of gas? There’s also something I need to address, and I have left it for last. Would my actions/opinions/doubts have changed if he was white?

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