The Top 5 Posts of 2011

WordPress sends out a report to bloggers at the end of the year, identifying their 5 most viewed posts of the year.

The top five for Practicing Resurrection were:

5.  Conquest and Christianity
My take on the Biblical conquest stories.  I expected to catch a lot of heat over this, but instead it was well-received in discussions on the net. 

4.  The Wesleyan Quadrilateral
The popularity of this post is further proof of the existence of the species neridicus theologicus. 

3.  The Burden of the Gospels
Alas, Wendell Berry wrote this, not me.  But I’m pleased to see so many folks reading it.  It is one of my favorite essays.

2.  Danita Estrella
Danita is one of our heroes.  This was also one of the most popular posts of 2010.  Lots of folks google her name and many of them end up on my blog for a while. 

And the number one most popular blog post of the year was (drum roll please)…………..

1.  Good Eggs
It is fitting that at least one of my most popular posts should be about food.  This post spread around through social media I think.  It was my most viewed post of the year and the day I posted it was my busiest day.  Because I’d linked to photos from our website, which has since gone dark, the pictures aren’t there anymore.  They are an intregal part of the post so I’ll work on re-inserting them.

Thanks for reading in 2011.

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But though I was initially disappointed at being categorized as an extremist, as I continued to think about the matter I gradually gained a measure of satisfaction from the label. Was not Jesus an extremist for love: “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” Was not Amos an extremist for justice: “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever flowing stream.” Was not Paul an extremist for the Christian gospel: “I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.” Was not Martin Luther an extremist: “Here I stand; I cannot do otherwise, so help me God.” And John Bunyan: “I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.” And Abraham Lincoln: “This nation cannot survive half slave and half free.” And Thomas Jefferson: “We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal . . .” So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of justice? In that dramatic scene on Calvary’s hill three men were crucified. We must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime–the crime of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus fell below their environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth and goodness, and thereby rose above his environment. Perhaps the South, the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

 Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Spring is coming

Spring is on the way.  I can feel it coming.  For everyone who gardens or farms this is a time of anticipation, and visions of abundant harvests.

As y’all noticed, we’ve rolled out the CSA.  We are so excited to partner with friends and neighbors this way.  The response has been great and encouraging.  We don’t have our website done yet, so for now we’re using facebook and this blog to spread the message.  Stay tuned for an announcement on our pork-share opportunity too!

So for now we’re expanding our gardens, planning our crops and dreaming big. 

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Having a catchy acroynm to summarize denominational doctrines may or may not be a good thing.  The Reformed (Calvinists) have TULIP of course.  But while the word “tulip” brings something pretty to mind, the actual words from which the acronym is taken seem dreary (total depravity, limited atonement, etc.)

I prefer the unofficial Quaker acronym.


SPICE.  Nice.

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Eating Crap

Several years ago I began editing out a lot of crap in my life.  Crap may seem a strong word, but I can’t think of another one that captures the meaning I’m seeking that isn’t even stronger.  One of the things I eliminated was television.  I regret that I can’t have back all those hours I spent in front of a TV screen watching other people play sports, but I’m glad to know that in whatever life I have left I won’t be wasting it that way.

Eliminating fast food from my diet felt harder to me than eliminating television.  Like so many Americans, I’d become accustomed to eating in my car when in a hurry, and like so many Americans I was usually in a hurry.  Although I was never as addicted to the stuff as so many of us are, I would find myself eating sausage biscuits from McDonalds or Bojangles pretty regularly.  Then one day, in disgust, I swore off fast food forever.  It’s now been 4 or 5 years since I ate any of the stuff they pass off as food and I have no intention of ever eating any of it again.

At first I felt that by giving up the stuff I was making some kind of sacrifice.  I was a protestor, shaking my fist at the corporations which are fattening and sickening us, torturing animals and polluting the planet.   I felt that I was giving up a pleasure to make a point. 

Now I can only laugh and shake my head at that notion.  Within months, if not weeks, of weaning my body from their greasy junk, I had no desire whatsover to eat it.  Now when I see lines of cars waiting at some fast food drive thru window to get meals wrapped in paper, the thought of putting that stuff into my body is repulsive.

I still love sausage biscuits.  But sausage home-made from a hog raised on pasture just isn’t comparable to the stuff served by the fast food joints, which is so greasy and nasty that the paper it’s wrapped in is often wet and slimy to the touch. 

I don’t think my experience is unusual.  I’m confident that if Americans stopped eating fast food for a couple of months and allowed their bodies to detox, most of them would never go back. 

Imagine America without fast food restaurants.  We’d not only be much healthier, but we would actually be able to experience once again the pleasure of good food.

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Haiti forgotten

As I (and many others) predicted, once the Port-au-Prince earthquake was old news, the media and the world, after an intense outpouring of concern, lost interest in Haiti and moved on.

Haitian people are still living in tents and drinking polluted water.

Hundreds of thousands of Haitian children are still enslaved as restaveks.

Haitian families are still dying while trying desperately to escape.

Haitian children are still being trafficked and sexually exploited.

Haitian children are still starving to death.

Of the hundreds of thousands of orphans and abandoned children in Haiti, fewer are being adopted into the U.S. now than before the earthquake.

A few days ago I ran across a reference in The Economist to a mass drowing of Haitian men and women on Christmas Eve, which occured when the dilapidated boat they were trying to sail to the U.S. sank of the coast of Cuba.  I searched the internet news for stories about the tragedy.  There were some out there, but they were almost all from international media.  The U.S. media didn’t consider it newsworthy.

We seem to have returned to our preferred way of responding to the horrors of Haiti.

We ignore them.

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Who Says

The lyrics to Bon Jovi’s Who Says You Can’t Go Home tell a story I can certainly appreciate.

“Who Says You Can’t Go Home”

I spent 20 years trying to get out of this place
I was looking for something I couldn’t replace
I was running away from the only thing I’ve ever known
Like a blind dog without a bone
I was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone
I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold
I been there, done that and I ain’t lookin’ back on the seeds I’ve sown,
Saving dimes, spending too much time on the telephone
Who says you can’t go home
Who says you can’t go home
There’s only one place they call me one of their own
Just a hometown boy, born a rolling stone, who says you can’t go home
Who says you can’t go back, been all around the world and as a matter of fact
There’s only one place left I want to go, who says you can’t go home
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, its alright

I went as far as I could, I tried to find a new face
There isn’t one of these lines that I would erase
I lived a million miles of memories on that road
With every step I take I know that I’m not alone
You take the home from the boy, but not the boy from his home
These are my streets, the only life I’ve ever known,
who says you can’t go home


I been there, done that and I ain’t looking that
It’s been a long long road
Feels like I never left, that’s how the story goes

It doesn’t matter where you are, it doesn’t matter where you go
If it’s a million miles aways or just a mile up the road
Take it in, take it with you when you go,
who says you can’t go home


It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, its alright
Who says you can’t go home

And it’s a good song too.
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