Deum Quaerere

Senior night of #Wednesdaynightworship #wnw #Godisfrickingawesome

… You can rebel against God and be alienated from him either by breaking the rules or by keeping all of them diligently
Tim Keller - The Prodigal God
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their high school principal
told me I couldn’t teach
poetry with profanity
so I asked my students,
“Raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Holocaust.”
in unison, their arms rose up like poisonous gas
then straightened out like an SS infantry
“Okay. Please put your hands down.
Now raise your hand if you’ve heard of the Rwandan genocide.”
blank stares mixed with curious ignorance
a quivering hand out of the crowd
half-way raised, like a lone survivor
struggling to stand up in Kigali
“Luz, are you sure about that?”
“That’s what I thought.”

“Carlos—what’s genocide?”

they won’t let you hear the truth at school
if that person says “fuck”
can’t even talk about “fuck”
even though a third of your senior class
is pregnant.

I can’t teach an 18-year-old girl in a public school
how to use a condom that will save her life
and that of the orphan she will be forced
to give to the foster care system—
“Carlos, how many 13-year-olds do you know that are HIV-positive?”

“Honestly, none. But I do visit a shelter every Monday and talk with
six 12-year-old girls with diagnosed AIDS.”
while 4th graders three blocks away give little boys blowjobs during recess
I met an 11-year-old gang member in the Bronx who carries
a semi-automatic weapon to study hall so he can make it home
and you want me to censor my language

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

your books leave out Emmett Till and Medgar Evers
call themselves “World History” and don’t mention
King Leopold or diamond mines
call themselves “Politics in the Modern World”
and don’t mention Apartheid

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

you wonder why children hide in adult bodies
lie under light-color-eyed contact lenses
learn to fetishize the size of their asses
and simultaneously hate their lips
my students thought Che Guevara was a rapper
from East Harlem
still think my Mumia t-shirt is of Bob Marley
how can literacy not include Phyllis Wheatley?
schools were built in the shadows of ghosts
filtered through incest and grinding teeth
molded under veils of extravagant ritual

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Roselyn, how old was she? Cuántos años tuvo tu madre cuando se murió?”

“My mother had 32 years when she died. Ella era bellísima.”

…what’s genocide?

they’ve moved from sterilizing “Boriqua” women
injecting indigenous sisters with Hepatitis B,
now they just kill mothers with silent poison
stain their loyalty and love into veins and suffocate them

…what’s genocide?

Ridwan’s father hung himself
in the box because he thought his son
was ashamed of him

…what’s genocide?

Maureen’s mother gave her
skin lightening cream
the day before she started the 6th grade

…what’s genocide?

she carves straight lines into her
beautiful brown thighs so she can remember
what it feels like to heal

…what’s genocide?
…what’s genocide?

“Carlos, what’s genocide?”

“Luz, this…
this right here…
is genocide.”

Carlos Andres Gomez, What’s Genocide?  (via rampias)

oh my god…

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When you lose something, don’t think of it as a loss; accept it as the gift that gets you on the path you were meant to travel on.
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Tsutsuji Matsuri, Nagakushiyama Park | Taro Matsumura

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Joy that brings me joy

There is such a joyful happiness for me that exists because of the experiences in another’s lives.
My friend just proposed last night! And she said yes! And I’m just oh-so-happy for them! It has been a blessing getting to know them both this past year!

Yesterday I broke down in my car and wept.

But within 10 minutes God quickly showed me that what ever I go through, I always have the people around me to care for me. Just being with all those people and knowing that they were in my life for a purpose was so encouraging. And then coming home to a care package for me. That was the cherry that topped the cake. Most churches will send their college students care packages, but since I didn’t go far away, I never got one. But one of my good friends sent me one. In less than a full day God has shown me so much good in my life that I forget the true value of. I’ve been selfish, but God has shown me that through this current rough time, I don’t stand alone. May the glory always go to the Lord!

We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there, too.
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