tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58220052011-08-01T23:45:23.399ZBethany BoydA wanderer and pilgrim... celebrating the life God gives, now in the Holy Land - on a hill overlooking Zion.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.comBlogger1601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1162730090983184702006-11-05T12:18:00.000Z2006-11-05T12:35:09.856ZSinai, Nile...Sinai, Nile...Any Questions"We remember the fish which we ate in Egypt freely, the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlic... " Num. 11:5Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1161089628347248692006-10-17T12:53:00.000Z2006-10-17T13:33:17.036ZBy the way: Why are American evangelical Christians so invested in denying global warming? Is it just another example for them of the delusion the entire western world is suffering under. One day they will all see Jesus descending in a cloud and the sinister global warming scientists will have to repent in dust and ashes for their corrupt agenda.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1161087210680794322006-10-17T11:51:00.001Z2006-10-17T13:30:19.723ZI'm sitting on the sight of the roman encampment before their final assault on Jerusalem, smelling a bit more ripe then I ever like to smell (because every thing I own is packed for the 3rd time and I can't find my deodorant). Stephen and I are supposed to move AGAIN sometime soon but were having trouble extracting the key from the boyfriend of our friend whose house we are taking advantage of Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1152200980837132552006-07-06T15:39:00.000Z2006-07-06T15:49:40.836ZStephen and I are visiting the legendary home of King Arthur this weekend.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1152200260107002312006-07-06T15:35:00.000Z2006-07-06T15:37:40.120ZI'm sitting at work being paid to do nothing at the moment. Exams are over and now I'm just waiting for the pass fail notice in the mail. This last year has been crazy hard, I can't seem to shake the stress, so I haven't been sleeping well since exams ended. That was two weeks ago. Despite that, I've managed to only remember the enjoyable parts of the year, my wonderful neighbors, the engaging Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1141148495052891282006-02-28T17:38:00.000Z2006-02-28T17:41:35.063Z"The Gosple, as Jesus proclaimed it, has to do with the Father only and not with the Son." - Harnack.Discuss.I would love to set this as a final exam question for a theology course.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1139530926687096282006-02-10T00:18:00.000Z2006-02-10T00:22:06.696ZSaid the Basht, "Asceticism should be practiced only at the commencement of a man's self-discipline, until his evil inclinations are subdued. Later he should conduct himself in a normal way and be in communication with his comrades. Otherwise he will fall into pride."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1139481935834233992006-02-09T10:39:00.000Z2006-02-09T10:45:35.836ZThat is why the Bible is there, it is a permanent witness against institutions. He chuckled and winked at me, and rambled on to another anecdote.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1138380897137359762006-01-27T16:46:00.000Z2006-01-27T17:03:29.740ZToday I was inspired by a Rabbi. Rabbi Leo Baeck. Survivor of the Holocaust, man of deep devotion and of great ethical action. A reformer and traditionalist. He organizes my thoughts on living a critical/skeptical religious life."A religious ceremony is every action which... expresses a religious thought; in contrast to the actual religious commandment of duty, its purpose is thus outside of it. Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1138380314242979412006-01-27T16:43:00.000Z2006-02-28T17:43:26.700ZThis article comes off of Haaretz. I can't get the link to work so I'm publishing the whole thing below. It gives a good sense of Israeli concerns and expectations."Does Hamas still want you dead?"By Bradley BurstonWednesday, 25 January (62 days to election day)With the Islamic Jihad, you know where you stand.They want you dead.It's part of a worldwide movement of wanting you dead. They Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1138380196435570402006-01-27T16:07:00.000Z2006-01-27T17:00:22.500ZI believe... in the power of ideals.The Leadership of the Palestinian people has been handed over to people most Israeli's see as enemies. The speculations as to who is to blame for this development among the English I have heard talking centers on Israel as the culprit. "They wanted this, you know." "They now have the excuse they need to continue their unilateral action." "If Sharron had Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1134147687288678882005-12-09T16:45:00.000Z2005-12-09T17:01:27.346ZNext Year in JerusalemWe're going to the Holy Land!! We've found the funding we needed for a traveling confrence organized by the Council of Christians and Jews. We'll be gone from the 28th of Dec. until the 5th of January. "Baruck ata Adonai Elohienu melek ha olam..." Blessed be the Lord God, king of the world... Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1134146309399283452005-12-09T16:33:00.000Z2005-12-09T16:38:29.413ZAs I prepared today my thoughts on Incarnation and the contemporary Jewish theological response for a meeting with my dissertation suppervisors, I remebered the redemptive power of suffering.Surely he has borne our griefs / and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, / smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our / transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; upon Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1104762548855174762005-01-03T14:27:00.000Z2005-01-21T14:46:17.650ZI am honored to announce that on Christmas Eve after worshiping inChrist Church Cathedral for midnight mass Stephen proposed! He asked me to be his wife in the icy moonlit quad of the university. We both are blessed and thankful that our families are alsorejoicing with us.
Due to the new developments I am returning Stateside earlier than expected. I will work in the Detroit area until we get Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1101063309428966602004-11-21T18:49:00.000Z2004-11-21T18:55:09.426ZFace created by a master.
How could one year define his life? If he would look at me, would I know?
My breath mingles with the years and touches the created and maybe even the creator. Did he imagine his own aged face, his son, or is this the book binder or the butcher immortalized, made regal - touched by having been seen and given the chance to see?
- Studies of the Heads and Hands of Two Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1101062966710212372004-11-21T18:35:00.000Z2004-11-21T18:49:26.710ZLove is like a Cigarette
In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die
...
I sit and I stare, I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love
-Duke Ellington
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1099093871661675462004-10-29T23:38:00.000Z2004-10-29T23:51:11.663ZThe clock strikes midnight and I wonder every night what happened to eleven and ten and all the other hours. Did they really pass? If so, they managed it in unobtrusive silence. But midnight chimes, declaring itself from the bell tower I can see from my window. While my practical understanding reminds me time is controlled by computers in the modern world, my romantic side wishes that the old Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1099090467535997922004-10-29T22:44:00.000Z2004-10-29T22:54:27.536ZFighting for the right to vote
Incompetence. It's driving me crazy. You would think that when a person takes care of sending in a request for an absent ballot the state could get it right, don't they get hundreds if not thousands of similar requests? Well, AZ has managed to bolox the whole thing. I have yet to get a chance to vote because every year something goes wrong. Now... all together I Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1099050857616845212004-10-29T11:35:00.000Z2004-10-29T23:53:46.890ZMaybe I have found a community of faith that has been working for many years to advance what I have stumbled on and been unable to back away from for the last two years: A need for new self definition in light of the faithfulness of God to his promises and the prophecies of God for the Jewish people, and in light of the scholarship surrounding the second temple period and our gross Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1099049038302265372004-10-29T11:15:00.000Z2004-10-29T11:23:58.303ZWhile I know that the issue of the movie the Passion has come and gone as a fad to speak about I must admit that during all the hula baloo I didn't pay any attention. Now I am interested in seeing what was so anti-Jewish in it's depiction. I found a very well written and argued paper at the Center for Christian-Jewish Learning at Boston College. It is composed by Philip A Cunningham, the directorBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1096561981144525082004-09-30T16:26:00.000Z2004-09-30T16:33:01.143ZThe Failure of Western Love
Problems:
Plato takes us away from loving the particular, hence it is never the lover or the beloved that are good, since they merely participate in goodness.
The “Fall” and original sin undermines our reason and senses, causing our perception of the beloved to be infinitely doubtable.
The lover’s desires and reason are also irrevocably flawed in this world. Hence Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1093897497922080922004-08-31T00:10:00.000Z2004-09-07T18:30:13.406ZSorry for my lack of cyber communication. I've been reveling in my present surroundings, especially the company, and living here instead of with you all who are out of reach. I've missed you.
Just a quick update:
My Location: Hillsdale, MI - bumming on couches and floors
My expected departure date for England: Oct. 3rd
Summer Highlights: falling more in love, emerging from family stuggles with Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1093896640517824252004-08-30T23:07:00.000Z2004-08-30T20:10:40.516ZLiving a Christian Life:
"A man will have to give account in the judgement for every good thing which he might have enjoyed and did not." (J.T. Kiddushin IV)
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1091642337302062632004-08-04T17:47:00.000Z2004-08-04T17:58:57.303ZI've been preaching the gospel this morning. A gospel that grounds itself in love and the fullness of humanity. It doesn't negate life, it doesn't define itself by what it doesn't do. It is a calling to discipleship and becoming the fullness of God's image, fully human.
Now... Where can I send her to find out more? Where are there other Christian college students in this city who will not choke Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1090192599982073412004-07-18T23:13:00.000Z2004-07-18T23:17:09.243Z"Wow. Your famiy must be really proud of you."
"You'd think."
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1090192264652871342004-07-18T23:08:00.000Z2004-07-18T23:13:24.786ZHe claims experiential knowlegde of God. Either God is playing a nasty game of hide and seek with me or he has confused God with his sense of right and wrong. Since he forces me into his language I'll take it: "I'm leaving August 12th, and I KNOW this is right."
Let the storm blow.
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1090192081480626782004-07-18T23:06:00.000Z2004-07-18T23:08:01.480ZFamily
"One day we need to reconnect."
"That sounds painful and dangerous."
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087697632219495342004-06-20T01:59:00.000Z2004-06-20T02:13:52.220ZBeth and I talked for ten minutes and we just knew.
We were in the club, we had like souls, we knew that we could be free without wealth and happy without riches. We raced ahead of the stifling realities of "new acquaintance" and embraced. \Humanity still surprises me every day. We have huge potential for glory and shame, fullness and baseness, authenticity and deceit.
Already the new men are Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087450927226195412004-06-17T05:22:00.000Z2004-06-17T05:42:07.226ZThese are the Slater kids I lived with in Africa.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087449618085149712004-06-17T05:20:00.000Z2004-06-17T05:20:18.086ZSpread out over the globe. Me, Micah Slater, Garrett Slater, Luke Slater Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087409654012708312004-06-16T18:08:00.000Z2004-06-16T18:23:51.433ZThere are a few things I never could believe
A flirt when he tells me he works miracles.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087110290499390392004-06-13T06:59:00.000Z2004-06-13T07:04:50.500Z"You have a weakness for the nihilists," I said.
"I suppose it's because they don't tell a lot of high-minded lies. I like the kind who accept nihilism as a condition and live in that condition. It's the intellectual nihilists I can't stand. I prefer the sort who live with their evils, frankly. The natural nihilists."
-BellowBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087109957568131192004-06-13T06:49:00.000Z2004-06-16T18:26:43.726ZShe gave me a plastic cup with water for my butts and I thought of you and that party in the Mustard House, of cha-cha-cha, and In the Mood for Love. It's all there as if we danced in the snow last night. That night I was in love. Life's photography, its great gift.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087109380255567292004-06-13T06:47:00.000Z2004-06-13T07:06:09.273ZBarbie dolls not bodies. Outfits not cloths. Stiletos not shoes. Boys with boobs, bionic ones. I really don't hate them, honest.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087109218599053782004-06-13T06:43:00.000Z2004-06-13T06:46:58.600ZI stole from Val's sense of decency and relegated myself to coffee: black, hot or iced. Espresso is for business men and their wives.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087108980092134652004-06-13T06:38:00.000Z2004-06-13T06:43:00.093ZThe question is not "Where will you spend eternity?" but, "With what will you meet the demands of your soul?"
Where I spend eternity is of little import. I cannot do anything for the sake of fire insurance. If I had my wish purgatory would exist and I would make it to the bus stop. I'm not much interested in death's perfection. Perfection without struggle is cheap. Let me continue to grow inBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1087107760620568912004-06-13T05:48:00.000Z2004-06-13T06:38:00.563ZMore and more to do, my world spins out of control:
WORK
HEBREW
CULTURE
WORK OUT
Phones, friends, loved ones
Books, books, books
~Ravelstine, A Man in Full, Of Mice and Men, Lapid and Multmann, Dostoevsky, On Religion, Sanders, Hannah Arendt, Radical Theology, The Ways that Never Parted, Boyarin, Sethschwartz, Shaycohen~
And... I think I'm ready to commit.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1086933683419935912004-06-11T05:52:00.000Z2004-06-11T06:01:23.420ZI was confused for a "true" Christian because of my head scarf (which made me look more like a goat herder in the Alps than an Apostolic Christian). But it was easy to be a cast out heathen again when I said: 'Its only a work thing. They don't want hair in the cheese.'Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1086630180579507962004-06-07T17:39:00.000Z2004-06-07T17:43:00.580ZThankful your there, not brushing me off with a so long, fare well. We can talk at the Buzz any time.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1086405117584776422004-06-05T03:07:00.000Z2004-06-07T17:44:04.663Z"I would say such things not because I think that you are ignorant of them but because I judge that you need at a given moment to have your thoughts directed toward them."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085937695033704262004-05-30T17:16:00.000Z2004-05-31T01:16:08.463ZFor now, they are my confessors. There is peace in front of this screen. I know they are also there, reaching to find someone to absolve them. A yes yes that matches souls. But we're gluttons for more and we wouldn't ever repent of that.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085937223964494792004-05-30T17:12:00.000Z2004-05-31T01:35:01.406ZHe chuckled real big and his ears flapped slightly. Cowboys ears, though I wouldn't have thought that if he hadn't told me he use to ride the rodeo circuit. He told me about meeting Dolly Parton, hoping to surprise me by telling of her pious heart and witty self deprecations. "It costs a lot to look this cheap." He described his planed road trip this summer from AZ to CO to MT to WA, thousandsBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085816306713977992004-05-29T07:37:00.000Z2004-05-29T07:38:26.713ZThe kid looked at me for a moment and said, "If you feel like stretching your legs you can walk over there and see the grave of Freddy Krueger."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085815926244986812004-05-29T07:31:00.000Z2004-05-29T07:32:06.243ZAll this looks too pritty in Times but I can't figure out the html. Someone please help.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085815799367081552004-05-29T07:25:00.000Z2004-05-29T07:32:47.203ZThe stale smell of dragons met me at the door. My hope rose, maybe this was it. No windows, the distinct unwelcomness of a NO SOLICITORS sign, dark dingy corners where I could read by neon, and old british rock. The place was good. Then the regulars came in and ignored me and I thought "perfect".Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085815542876808632004-05-29T07:16:00.000Z2004-05-29T07:42:44.996ZSMOKESCREEN INC.
The kind of dives we only dream about.Do you prefer to celebrate life with coffee or champagne?Waits pacifier.Maybe you should quit.Hey, I ain't no fucking quitter.And the pavement had eyes tonight.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085768371482478892004-05-28T18:07:00.000Z2004-05-28T18:23:12.570ZThe sobs wracked the room and threatened the house.
I knew them/I know them.
Her's/Mine.
Hating the pride, the power, the force, the anger, the indecency of it. The yelling turns him to defiance, and others to dispare. The cycle remains even though we have already lost one.
The method proven faulty.
The sobs remain. And she hates what she is here.
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085466413395673772004-05-25T06:26:00.000Z2004-05-25T06:26:53.396ZVanity... pure vanity. Googling your own name.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085466173639943232004-05-25T06:21:00.000Z2004-05-29T07:43:31.703ZShe has my name...
How can my name go with that face?Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085458393203127612004-05-25T04:12:00.000Z2004-05-25T04:13:13.203ZJesus doesn't have the conversion paradigm.
He sure doesn't live up to being a good evangelical.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085458324525466372004-05-25T04:09:00.000Z2004-05-25T04:12:04.526Z"I would rather live one story than write a thousand."
Who do you remember more, the author or the character?Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085458152306011242004-05-25T03:43:00.000Z2004-05-25T04:09:12.306ZBecause a bird pooped through the open window and I wear grease under my nails as a badge of honor.
I snubbed all those perfect bodies on parade at Starbucks and paid tribute to the grunting, slopping, dirtiness of life.
Relieved that the seduction of car washing was perfected for Luke and cliched by Playboy so I can think of it as dirty hard work.
Wax on... Wax off...
I never saw the movie, Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085456455077354042004-05-25T03:26:00.000Z2004-05-25T18:50:43.356Z"...my favorite line from St. Augustine, love and do what you will, dilige et quod vis fac, a line which is so powerful that we can readily forgive Augustine for having invented original sin, which is an other we did not need invented.
Go and invent sin no more; invent no more sin; come and invent something other than sin."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085455544831244172004-05-25T03:19:00.000Z2004-05-25T06:37:57.363ZLaughter and Children
Geez, Jamie it's freezing in here.
"It's warm over here... or maybe that's just pee."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1085456578527895732004-05-18T03:41:00.000Z2004-05-25T06:29:20.756Z"The ash tray said we'd been up all night."
We agreed it had to have been nine days.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1084566447306011172004-05-14T20:26:00.000Z2004-05-14T20:27:27.306Z"Salsa dancing with my confusion."Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1084388602913201752004-05-12T19:01:00.000Z2004-05-12T19:03:22.913ZI had an affair with modernism these last few months. I am not a happy post modern. I want to be able to say, "but nothing is so much cooler!" Instead I still lament the passage of coherence.
I don't like my schizophrenia. I would prefer a self-integration. I am afraid of regret. Afraid that one schizo self will make a choice the others won't want to live with, but then I'll be stuck.
IBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1084211188105542102004-05-10T17:44:00.001Z2004-05-10T18:02:58.346ZHere in America When I close me eyes I can see the streets of Kampala imaged over the ones of this quaint and swanky Philadelphian suburb. It’s like laying a transparency over the top of what I am seeing now or like the little white spots you see when you blink. When I blink I see Uganda on these streets.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1084211794828250952004-05-10T17:44:00.000Z2004-05-10T18:02:39.736ZAfrican Talk
Every time I try to say it I fail and come closer at the same time. But I'm sick of talking about it now, and so on Saturday night I sat and watched the party move around me.
A One Exit Town
Anne Davies dropped me off in White Haven Penn., a one exit town without a motel or a McDonald. The gas station was what I had imagined Daniel worked in, old, the kind that serviced Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1084211044081111912004-05-10T17:41:00.000Z2004-05-10T18:03:17.646ZCollege Affiliation
I am now an official Oxford student with membership at Christ Church College. I feel instantly too snobby.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1083704704457219602004-05-04T21:05:00.000Z2004-05-10T18:01:38.243ZResponse to Getting Snail Mail in Africa
You have done more than anything else to help me be excited about coming
state side. I got your letters today and it was perfect timing. If I had
read them somewhere in the middle of my stay here I would have been
hopelessly homesick, but now they help me tear myself from this world and
prepare for that one.
I expect I will still need your help. I Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1082920233559519092004-04-25T19:10:00.000Z2004-04-25T19:13:35.920ZCame back today from North Eastern Uganda, Kidepo. Way too tired to talk
about it but it was beautiful. I learned a ton about animals. I spent
time with the technical advisor to the Ugandan Wildlife Authority (Richard),
the Curator of a Zoo in Holland (Marijo), a wild life senses guy and
director of some conservation thing the Holland guys are looking at, and the
Manager of the Holland Zoo. IBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1082706657761063242004-04-23T07:50:00.000Z2004-04-23T08:07:40.233ZWhat could it have been?
(from a letter to Stephen)
I got to talk about us today. I hung with a few teachers and Word of Life
staff after school. They taught me to make chapati. The story felt rusty.
I wished that you were their to tell it. It feel like I was missing the
details. They are there for me but I don't have the words to describe them
all. It was great just having someone who Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1082706541117929972004-04-23T07:49:00.000Z2004-04-23T07:52:00.466ZAfrica with friends could easily become home.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1082706482861057102004-04-23T07:48:00.000Z2004-04-23T07:51:02.233ZHomeward Bound - where ever that is.
I am still in the post college uprooted position and it appears I will be for at least another year. While my permanent address is still Scottsdale AZ, it's only home because my folks are there. Besides them there is no one left in the Phoenix area that I relate to. But despite my lack of attachment to the city, I will be there this summer because of my Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1082706449859876592004-04-23T07:47:00.000Z2004-04-23T07:50:29.233ZThird Worlds - The Absurd
Man... I am going to miss Africa! I just started feeling like I had figured things out. I recognize where I am in Kampala, at least three fourths of the time. I know what's acceptable socially in basic situations. Most of what I see just seems normal now.
I am trying to take pictures but they will never capture the sweet garbage stench, the noisy press of taxis, the Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081882136676343602004-04-13T18:48:00.002Z2004-04-13T18:51:46.420ZA Fools Home
Friends meeting in Hillsdale on April Fools. My heart aches to be there among people I love and who love me. No uncertainty. Just chilling, making fools of ourselves. It is sad not to have a home.
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081882111085800912004-04-13T18:48:00.001Z2004-04-13T18:51:20.826ZMartyrs of Uganda?
A husband and wife, AIM missionaries, killed two weeks ago. A small group attacked and killed them in their agricultural school. Shot to death, I think. All the buildings burnt down.
On Tuesday, March 30, an Italian Priest was stabbed to death in his mission station.
For what reason?
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081882085144440342004-04-13T18:48:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:50:54.903ZDeath Part III
Intimidated by a cow and its cohorts while in search of groceries.
Death by goring… humm.
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081882066132967832004-04-13T18:47:00.001Z2004-04-13T18:50:35.890ZBooks
On those chilly evenings my legs would be tucked into my over sized tee shirts. I would snuggle closer to Papa while my feet searched out a crevice of warmth near his leg. I could stare into the wood stove and let my life go. The daily world faded and Papa's voice was my magic carpet to worlds of passion, hardship, and strength. He would read on and on. I loved it.
Eighteen eyes and Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081882040303429572004-04-13T18:47:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:50:10.060ZNot in Kampala
I went through the wardrobe tonight. A red rock slab, cascading fountains, over arching branches, incense warding off mosquitoes, Italian arias, a ghostly moon, and real cappuccino. I was transported. The exotic blossoms, fuchsia and white with leaves which stretched out to shake my hand. I found inspiration, I saw it turn and look at me, wondering where I had been. I wondered toBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081882008376377712004-04-13T18:46:00.001Z2004-04-13T18:49:38.200ZAs soon as I sit to write, the words won't come. Nothing. It's as if the dust and smog have clogged the neurons in my brain. No thought. I read what my friends express and I greave that my daily life has lost them. They have been my inspiration. When the mundane threatened, we could fend it off together. Now I spend my days with `nice' people. But where is the depth where is the beauty? Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881969818098962004-04-13T18:46:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:48:59.590ZTidbits
"A purely pure prayer would not be a prayer but union and it would have
nothing to supplicate, no promise of presence to fulfill... it would replace
prayer with presence, for after the prayer for presence is answered, as St.
Thomas saw, there would be nothing left but to die."
Nahmanides says somewhere that one "repents of the sins of which he is aware
and atones for the sins of which Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881919618987362004-04-13T18:45:00.001Z2004-04-13T18:48:09.403Z“meat, meat for sale!”
I haven't been to the butcher that Inell buys from so I don't know about our meat but the stuff on the street?! Not refrigerated, covered in flies, rotting on the hooks, I don't think you could cook that stuff long enough to be safe. I still stand by my enjoyment of rare beaf but I am willing to give up some of my finer tastes in cuisine if duty requires it.
I can't Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881902109236322004-04-13T18:45:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:47:51.903ZThe Old Paths
The reading appointed for today: Jer. 6: 9-21
“To whom shall I speak and give warning, That they may hear? Indeed their ear is uncircumcised, And they cannot give heed. Behold, the word of the Lord is a reproach to them…. Thus says the Lord: Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls.”
Lord Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881815693332642004-04-13T18:43:00.001Z2004-04-13T18:46:25.543ZBug Stories
I am learning to get good at smacking ants out of the way. They are pretty amazing buggers - you can fling them against a wall and a few minutes later they are back annoying you. I still haven't managed to start squishing things with my bare hands or feet. I could never compete with the abilities of the village women. I am sure the art of killing bugs without the use of toilet Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881783608955872004-04-13T18:43:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:45:53.420ZThe atheist and the theist have much in common. Both look to God's
presence. What divides them is their faith. One has the faith that God is
there, the other the faith that He is not. What becomes of the ones who
because of honesty, never abandon either possibility?Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881751308249102004-04-13T18:42:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:45:21.140ZDeath Part I
The stench of death
sweet like dung
the ridged and bloated belly
open to the sun.
The dog's eyes mercifully sheltered from the sight of its own destruction
by the burlap bag. The flies leave their offspring to consume his belly.
Life... Destruction... Life...
What will live in me when I have lost myself, when I have no more
use for me, when I am gone?
Death Part IIBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881691881938642004-04-13T18:41:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:44:21.716ZExcluded Again
The Rabbis suck on women's issues just as badly as the church fathers. But since I am not Roman Catholic the only one's who are really authoritative are the Apostles, so I have a lot fewer
misogynists to deal with.
Why have women been excluded from performing the duties of worship? This exclusion is less within the church then in Judaism, thanks to Paul. “…there is no male or Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1081881618878939992004-04-13T18:40:00.000Z2004-04-13T18:43:37.623ZI think reading Kaddish is the closest I have ever come to studying Talmud on
the Sabbath. "Holy, holy, holy..." "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord." This
worship floats by my veranda. The Pentecostals are calling from the dusty streets below seeking, seeking what?
... a presence, a feeling, a response, a listener.
Penitence and Love
"The pietists of Ashkenaz had a mania for penitence."
"Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1080213760118701782004-03-25T11:22:00.000Z2004-03-25T11:29:36.733ZL'Chaim b'Oxford!
Dear Miss Boyd,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a student for the 2004-2005 MSt in Jewish Studies course and that the Centre has awarded you a full scholarship. A letter will be sent to you at your Kampala address.
With best wishes and we look forward to welcoming you to Oxford in October.
Martine Smith-Huvers
--
Martine H P Smith-Huvers
Student Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1079642551245558872004-03-18T20:42:00.000Z2004-03-18T20:44:55.296ZOwino Market
I went to Owino Market yesterday with Jenny. Amazing place. Reminiscent of
the open air markets in Taiwan, but much less smelly. There are stalls on
all sides, winding dirt and puddle strewn alley ways in places crowded with
people. Piles of cloths laid out on mats, yards of tapestry fabric, row
upon row of shoes - men's dress shoes by the hundreds and women's sandals,
all secondBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1078339147167981152004-03-03T18:39:00.000Z2004-03-03T18:41:16.013ZWhen I haven't chosen to live in days, when I can't find the person I chose to be, when everything flops including the cake, I am set free by a few moments on my knees and the cry of a desperate heart, "teach me to live well, Oh God!"
Praise the LORD oh my soul! PS. 113
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1078338844778624212004-03-03T18:34:00.000Z2004-03-03T18:36:13.700ZAbout the Crap Part I
I'm ballancing on the toilet bowl rim, my intestins leading a civil war on the rest of me, in true African fashion. I wonder if the seat is missing because someone got tired of cleaning it or if a houe wife thought it might be useful. At least the place doesn't smell and I have no need to be slipping around on those paper seat covers.
Oh crap! Only three squares left!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077887341890278532004-02-27T13:09:00.000Z2004-02-27T13:11:47.530ZAbout the poor.
I read 1 John 3 tonight (Jan 15, in England) at the house group meeting I went to with Mr. Bob Delehaye. (I decided to say something because I realized that I needed the practice talking in front of adults. If I can’t share in a house meeting how can I lead a Bible study? So I talked.) The “leader” spoke about Mark 12:29 “The first of all commandments is: Hear O Israel, the LORD Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077887284375021122004-02-27T13:08:00.000Z2004-02-27T13:10:08.420Zfrom an email back on Jan 15:
We had a time of singing at the house tonight, a few Christians and a guitar. I really enjoyed it, even the old (some times lame) songs. We were singing “Lord you are more precious then silver… more costly then gold.. more beautiful then diamonds, and nothing I desire compares with you.” As I was singing, I had gotten on my knees, the parable about the pearl of greatBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077887252354370252004-02-27T13:07:00.000Z2004-02-27T13:09:36.403ZOn Barth
Last night, I reworked some of this stuff for the blog. I covered the first and second chapters. The Task and Faith as Trust.
I liked what he had to stay about the Task of Dogmatics. Dogmatics is particularly concerned with the proclamation of the Gospel, which is the central task of the Church. It is done in time, ("it is an articulation in accordance with the state of knowledge at Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077485824802462612004-02-21T21:37:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:41:17.140ZA current perspective on Covenant and Law (Feb. 21, 2004)
The Covenant God made with Abraham looks like the covenants made between Kings and subjects at this historical time. These types of covenants are called Suzerain covenants. They follow a certain form. There is always in a covenant of this type a part that establishes the identity of the two parties, the responsibility of the two, andBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077485693961571272004-02-21T21:34:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:44:53.746ZFrom Bonhoeffer's Cost of Discipleship: Cheap Grace
“Cheap grace is the grace we bestow on ourselves… the preaching of forgiveness without repentance, baptism without church discipline, communion without confession. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship…
Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077485374652234302004-02-20T21:29:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:33:28.483ZWhy am I so tired? Why do I only feel awake after talking to you? In the days I move with determination, not to appear half removed, like a sleep walker. My limbs feel heavy and my mind like a clod. I think sometimes I must be sick, this kind of exhaustion that lives in my joints and weighs down my breath can't be normal.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077485073331747942004-02-17T21:24:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:33:03.733ZWhen did I forget expectancy? When did the passion and cry "Even so, Come quickly Lord Jesus" become so unfamiliar? When did the passion for the impossible pale with the waning of expectancy? Maybe what I really want is not to see as the mystic but rather to see as the prophet. To live a"...religion that is more prophetic than apophatic, more in touch with Jewish prophets than with Christian Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077484943345724652004-02-17T21:22:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:24:50.246ZAn Early Morning with Rain and Mud
This morning I awoke to another rain storm. I managed to lay in bed for a few minutes just enjoying the lighting, intense thunder, and the beautifully noisy rain. What a day to lie in bed safe and un-drenched. But such luxury was not for me.
As the muddy rivulets tumbled lower, gravity and the lack of traction threatened numerous times to make me join them. Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1077484898554817182004-02-17T21:19:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:44:11.936ZInell and the kids went out this evening so I have the place to myself but I haven't managed to do anything except make up handouts for my kids to fill out in Geography class. SO BORING!! Can I tell you again, I really don't want to teach kids. Maybe highschool would be better. Though I had a scary passing thought today that all teaching might be this bad. That means my last hope for a job Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-107693984250908272004-02-16T13:57:00.000Z2004-02-22T21:16:23.920ZFirst Rain, Mission Politics
(from a letter to Stephen)
Again, the days seem to slip by. Part of the problem is that I always have people around to talk to, especially Inell. I don't like sitting in my room to read, the light bulb in there is terrible. So I come up stairs but then there are people around. This last weekend there was the field meeting. So there were people around Thursday andBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1076864246065105872004-02-15T16:57:00.000Z2004-02-15T16:59:18.436ZBrent and Bethany on James
(from a letter to Stephen)
Hey. I am going to send you the notes from your Uncle's sermon last Sunday. You said that you wanted to hear him preach and I think that he does a great job. Since there aren't any tapes available I will send you the notes.
We had another good Bible Study tonight. We are starting James, your Uncle's pick, and I was excited about it. Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1076684254417357562004-02-13T14:57:00.000Z2004-02-13T15:03:24.093ZFor those who may have been wondering why Bethany hasn't been posting: well, she's out of range of internet (and thus also her email account at hotmail). In her own words:
"I am going to use Brent and Inell's email so that I can at least do that from home. Their internet connection isn't good enough to let me get online but I can get on just long enough to send email out of outlook."
She canBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1076677921391691232004-02-13T13:12:00.000Z2004-02-13T15:06:57.153Zwith St. John's in Detroit standing behind
This is the message I just got from Father Kelley. I am so excited.
----- Original Message -----
From: Fr. Steven J. Kelly, SSC
To: Brent & INELL
Sent: Tuesday, February 10, 2004 1:31 AM
Subject: RE: from Bethany Boyd
> Thanks be to God for your safe arrival!
> I sent a check to your parents...more to come in the future, Deo volente!
> SJK+
>
Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1076622146395335722004-02-12T21:42:00.000Z2004-02-13T13:11:13.123ZOn Mission Life
I still have that nasty cold. I can't seem to get rid of it. So abandoned wads of tissue are left in my wake. I have had the whole morning off. It was great to sleep in to 9.30. I am teaching this afternoon and then we have to go to Luke and Gerrett's horse riding lessons so I will bring some reading and sit with Inell at the resort. Its this place that some Asian guy spent a ton Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1076594890244400532004-02-12T14:08:00.000Z2004-02-12T14:09:59.310ZHey you all!
I have three minutes to write something. The internet here is SO freeking slow.
I am relying on Stephen to post things that I send to him. It looks like he is a bit behind. New stuff coming as soon as I give him a hard time.
I really miss our gatherings around a bottel of wine. Ugandan tea just doesn't cut it.
What I wouldn't give for a nice bottle of red. Aahhh!
catch you allBethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822005.post-1076677687356632852004-02-10T13:08:00.000Z2004-02-13T13:10:39.610Z“Hey Mzungu! Madam!”
I left the school today at the height of the heat, one in the afternoon. I keep my head covered now when I go out, just with a red scarf so that my hair doesn’t collect so much of the dirt. I have begun to look like a cancer patient, no curls peak out from my head covering, and my pale skin glows a sickly green color in the bright sun. All mzungus are beginning to appear Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13810846161025255328noreply@blogger.com0