As often happens I was looking for something else and ran across this. There are times when I find myself thinking "do You really mean that the spirit of God/dess (never know) is truely in THAT person? Feel free to fill in the blanks about WHO that person or persons might be. To be honest that is probably one of my biggest possible stumbling blocks and will require the most work.
Once
upon a time I did a journal entry about Moses coming down off
Ok,
intro over. Back in the 1700’s West Indian sugar and all that went with it was
oil, high tech and sub-prime mortgages all rolled into one for the English
economy. Slave grown and processed sugar fueled the triangle trade. By the late
1700’s the infant abolition movement in
Is
the film totally accurate? Probably not. Did the film take liberties with
history? Probably. Was I totally blown away at the end? Yeah. Would I have
wanted to ask the man to dinner? I’m not sure. Abolition, free education,
decent treatment for animals, efforts to end prostitution; the man was never
still. Dinner would not have been boring. A profoundly devout Evangelical
Christian, he was influenced by John Newton. The same John Newton who finally
traded the slave trade for a pulpit and along the line helped write the hymn
that gives the film its name.
But,
it’s not the movie so much that I’m writing about at that damnable “surely you
don’t mean” gene that human beings seem to have. The western European run slave
trade was financed, manned and benefitted people who described themselves as
Christians. Most of them saw themselves as good, honorable men and women.
There
are two Creation stories in Genesis. In the first, God Created human beings in
His image. In the second, “And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the
ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a
living soul.”
And
“but surely” rears its ugly, hydra headed, monstrous body. We hear it in the
modern Neo Nazi movement. We're confronted with it every single, bloody, shit
not again day.
The…….fill
in the group of your choice that doesn’t look like me, talk like me, eat what I
like, dress like me, love like me, or most important of all believe like me
can’t have that divine spark can it? Surely this isn’t the image of God. Surely
you can’t mean that I should treat somebody like THAT as if God had come down
to walk among us, can you?
WELL, WHY THE BLOODY HELL NOT?
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