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  1. It always has been and that is part of the change that has to happen. #MissKitty has been talking about #non-violence and #human #rights. It is the only sustainable way forward and it is the only thing that makes sense. We don't need leaders. We need #sustainable #systems and #trusted #servants.

    RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:lxfl2bizmgq42nqzhmwyo4fj/post/3mvdeo3g4h223

  2. A Different Way to “Never Forget”

    It’s hard to forget where I was the day it happened. I was walking with my family around the fun center at the Bavarian Inn in Frankenmuth, MI, when I saw the horrific news that chaos had rained down from the sky and taken so many innocent lives. People were weeping outside the wreckage as others dug through the rubble looking for bodies. My gut was wrenched. I couldn’t believe the scene I was looking at.

    May we NEVER FORGET how a United States missile killed more than 100 schoolchildren on February 28th, 2026, at a small Iranian school on the first day of war with Iran.

    Though many have already forgotten. And I assume some still don’t even know it happened. It’s clear that Iran hasn’t forgotten, as the school was recently turned into a memorial, with pictures displayed of all the innocent lives that were taken.

    “Never forget” is 9/11’s catchphrase, and it has generally bothered me over the years. I think I understand what we mean to communicate with it: “Never forget the thousands of lives lost that day and how America came together to grieve and heal in that moment.”

    But given America’s character and response, that’s never been the vibe I’ve gotten from the catchphrase. Instead, I hear it through the lens of violence, blood, and anger. I see it through our immediate militaristic response of a “War on Terror.” “Never forget” has always struck me as a mindset that allows us to villainize and attack others when we perceive them as a threat.

    But despite our commitment to never forget, I think we already have. If we remembered, then we would weep every time the United States crumbles another building to the ground. The rubble, the bodies, the weeping, the flashing lights, and the sirens would be giving us flashbacks of 9/11.

    But instead of grieving the 100+ bodies of schoolchildren, we argue about whose fault it was, as we try to justify the horrors as an unfortunate part of war. Our anger blinds us to hearing the message in the innocent blood crying out from the ground of Iran in unison with the innocent blood of the 9/11 victims crying out from the ground of America. More violence does not heal their agony. It only stirs up the cry of more innocent blood.

    If we’re truly never going to forget, then may we never forget in a way that heals the world. May our crumbled building teach us not to crumble buildings. May our lost loved ones teach us not to take the lives of others. May the violence done to us teach us to see a different way forward than more violence.

    May we never forget so that we never reenact our worst days on others.

    #911 #children #ChristianEthics #civilianCasualties #grief #Iran #nonviolence #peace #remembrance #violence #war
  3. #resist #resistauthoritarianism #nonviolence #digger

    Winstanley denounced coercive government (“government by the sword”) and private property (“mine and thine”), and through non-violent direct action sought to create egalitarian communities where everything would be held in common.

    anarchistfederation.net/gerrar

  4. The Geometry of Breaking or Healing

    peacegroover@deviantart

    Those are the two options.

    To be part of the destruction of that which is precious,
    even the life of the enemy.
    Or a conduit for the substance that binds up wounds and the broken-hearted.

    Even when flaws cause me to hurt those around me or engage in broken thoughts and so, for a time, join with the razing power,
    if I am repentant, make the necessary changes, and return to the healing stream,
    then the danger of losing my humanity is minimized.

    And, if at the end of my life when I am weighed in the balance, and my contribution to fixing outweighs the breaking, then I will be satisfied to rest easy in the knowledge that in some small way I was an addition to the healing sum.

    September 10, 2014

    #Anabaptism #Brokenness #ChristianPacifism #compassion #conscience #CycleOfViolence #DoingNoHarm #enemyLove #Ethics #Forgiveness #Healing #healingTheWorld #humanDignity #Humanity #LoveYourEnemies #mennonite #Mercy #moralResponsibility #Nonviolence #peaceTheology #Peacebuilding #Peacemaking #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Reconciliation #RedemptiveViolence #repair #Repentance #restoration #RestorativeJustice #Shalom #spiritualFormation #SpiritualReflection #TheHealingStream #Transformation #ViolenceAndPeace #woundedness #Writing
  5. Strike

    The phobia of a copperhead strike
    is made real by the lunge of a
    lawnmower into the brush to shred
    the coiling orange and brown with
    a screaming whump only to realize
    that it was an eastern box turtle
    I had set upon.

    Once again what I am afraid of
    has led me to destroy what I love
    and I weep, wondering if I will ever
    become one whose perceived fears
    are not acted on.

    I did not look to see if the
    slowmover was dead
    but I knew. I could see the
    bloody pieces of her
    shell scattered across
    the lawn.

    September 3, 1996

    #1996 #accidentalHarm #backyardEncounter #boxTurtle #compassion #confessionalWriting #copperheadFear #CreationCare #creaturelyGrief #destroyingWhatWeLove #ecologicalGrief #Fear #fearAndViolence #fearBasedAction #griefAndRemorse #HereAreWordPressTagsForThisPieceEasternBoxTurtle #humanFear #lawnmowerTragedy #moralReflection #Nature #NatureWriting #Nonviolence #orangeAndBrown #perceivedDanger #phobia #poem #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #ProsePoem #Repentance #sacredCreatures #shell #SLOWMOVERFollowingGod3mph #Slowmover #Sorrow #SpiritualReflection #thoughts #turtle #turtleShell #unintendedViolence #Violence #vulnerableCreatures #whatIAmAfraidOf #whatILove #wildlife #Writing
  6. L’autre voie

    Il existe une tentation ancienne, presque instinctive, à penser que la force, la domination ou la victoire par la contrainte sont les instruments naturels de la survie et du progrès humains. L’histoire des conflits semble la confirmer à chaque génération. Et pourtant, une autre lignée, tout aussi ancienne, traverse les traditions spirituelles et philosophiques du monde entier pour affirmer le contraire, ce qui fait grandir l’humanité, ce n’est pas la capacité à vaincre […]

    dandanjean.com/2026/08/14/laut

  7. La voie de la non-violence

    Pour atteindre l’idéal de la non-violence, il faut en arriver à accepter, voire aimer notre ennemi. Et ce, malgré ce dont il nous afflige. L'idée n'est pas de nier la blessure, mais de refuser de la nourrir, et ne pas alimenter la violence, mais l'amour. Mais, ce que l’on ne vous dit pas d’emblée, c’est que vous devez, dans un premier temps, apprendre à vous aimer, et à cesser de vous déprécier et de vous voir comme un ennemi de votre idéal. C’est la partie la plus […]

    dandanjean.com/2026/08/06/la-v

  8. The Archer

    The Archer by kmls
    In the high sea of clouds,
    in willowing wisps of white,
    an evil lurks.

    The winds of the world bring
    the first whisper of change,
    an alien thing.

    A dragon.

    Red as blood, gleaming darkness,
    its armor, invincible?

    Heavy metal talons, drooling jaws,
    acid falling, burning earth below.

    It screams through the sky,
    wings creaking, flapping furiously,
    breathing flame.

    Men flee,
    like tiny ants scurrying
    from desecration
    into it.

    Only One holds his ground,
    a bow and one arrow
    in his hand.

    The Prince awaits,
    as if to allow the dragon to
    devour him.

    Then with a flash,
    he looses his arrow.

    It soars through the air.

    Blood gushing,
    the dart buried deep,
    the dragon crashes to the ground.

    Landing on the One.

    From amongst the dragon’s corpse,
    amidst dying coals and wisps of smoke,
    a figure crawls,
    stands.

    It is the Archer,
    the One,
    Him.

    From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

    #1983 #apocalypseImagery #battleImagery #ChristianAllegory #clouds #Courage #dragon #epicPoem #Faith #fantasyPoetry #fireAndSmoke #goodVersusEvil #Hope #kingdomImagery #MythicPoetry #Nonviolence #peace #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #propheticImagination #redDragon #Redemption #resurrection #sacrifice #spiritualAllegory #symbolicWriting #theArcher #ThePrince #triumphOverEvil #victory #visionaryPoetry #Writing
  9. It’s in the Blood

    In 1539, a fugitive former-priest-turned-Anabaptist, in his seminal work “The Foundation,” penned the following words:

    “Christ is our fortress; patience our weapon of defense; the Word of God our sword. …Iron and metal spears and swords we leave to those who, alas, regard human blood and swine’s blood of well-nigh equal value.”

    So said Menno Simons, principal leader of the Protestant sect which then became known as the Mennonites.

    More than 500 years later, his words still resound with a mighty truth.

    At the risk of sounding morbid, it has to do with blood.

    While Menno specifically refers to the difference between human blood and that of an animal, his larger point is the “value” we place on the blood of another.

    My point is quite simple.

    Killing will not end through education, conflict resolution, or disarmament, though all of these are important and can help. Killing will end only when there is a fundamental shift in the mind and heart of those who kill.

    For how can you kill someone if you believe that their blood is just as valuable as your own?

    Let’s call it – for lack of a better term – bloodism.

    The other – their humanity, life, blood – is somehow less than I, and therefore, their humanity, life, blood, is not as valuable as my own. It becomes quite easy then to justify killing the other, ie. spilling his/her blood.

    The directors of death throughout history from every nation, tribe and religion have understood and disseminated this concept quite well. A person (and those like him/her) is described as having the wrong beliefs, the wrong skin color, the wrong gender, the wrong age, the wrong station in life, the wrong land, the wrong possessions, the wrong clothing, the wrong language —- the wrong blood. These others are not as valued as you are, the leaders of the macabre scream, though they couch their speech in terms such as vigilance, freedom, history, security, and truth.

    Then the killing begins.

    The Nazis did it to the Jews. Israelis do it to the Palestinians. Hutus did it to the Tutsis. Shiite do it to the Sunni. Palestinians do it to the Israelis. Sunni do it to the Shiite. Muslims do it to the Christians. Christians do it to the Muslims. This country does it to that country. That neighborhood does it to this neighborhood. This race does it to that race. That religion does it to this religion.

    And any one of a million other combinations.

    STOP!

    Do not allow your mind and heart to be filled with bloodism.

    We are made in the image of God.

    ALL of us.

    And that divine DNA resides in the very marrow of our bones and flows through our veins.

    It’s in the blood.

    July 28, 2014

    #anabaptist #AnabaptistTheology #Antiwar #Blood #Bloodism #ChristOurFortress #ChristianEthics #ChristianPacifism #ChristianReflection #Discipleship #DivineDNA #enemy #enemyLove #faithAndViolence #HereAreSomeWordPressTagsThatFitThePostMennoSimons #HumanBlood #humanDignity #imageOfGod #imagoDei #ItSInTheBlood #JesusAndNonviolence #killing #kingdomOfGod #LoveYourEnemy #MennoSimons #mennonite #MennonitePeaceWitness #Nonviolence #Patience #peace #peaceTheology #Peacebuilding #Peacemaking #reflection #religion #SacredLife #SermonReflection #TheFoundation #theologyOfPeace #thoughts #Violence #war #WarAndPeace #WordOfGod #Writing
  10. KARMA-FREE TRUMP 💎

    Donald Trump does not need to be hated in order to be seen clearly.

    There is no need to imagine that #karma will #punish him.

    No need to turn him into the #supernatural embodiment of #evil
    No need to diagnose his soul.

    His vanity, grievance, cruelty, #fear ,appetite, and enormous need for #attention are serious enough.

    #Hatred does not improve our #perception.

    It distorts it.

    It makes the hated person larger, darker, and more #powerful in the #mind than they already are.

    It also gives them permanent residence in the #nervous #system.

    Trump should be opposed when he lies, harms, corrupts, intimidates, degrades institutions, or participates in or encourages cruelty.

    That opposition can be #firm.

    It should be relentless.

    It can name exactly what is happening.

    But hatred is not required.

    Nor is #spiritual #fantasy.

    No one knows what happens to Donald Trump after #death.

    No one knows whether the #universe keeps a #punishment #ledger.

    What is known, though, is that actions have consequences here.

    People are harmed.

    Truth is weakened.

    Fear spreads.

    #Cowardice becomes #contagious.

    But cruelty does not have to set the terms.

    #Kindness as strength can be encouraged in the face of cruelty.

    #Courage in the face of intimidation.

    #Truth in the face of deception.

    #Decency in the face of degradation.

    Restraint in the face of vengeance.

    #Clarity in the face of confusion.

    The task is not to hate the man.

    The task is to see clearly, speak plainly, protect those being harmed, and refuse to let cruelty decide who we become.

    #DonaldTrump #Trump #USPolitics #PoliticalClarity #Cruelty #Kindness #Courage #Truth #Decency #Restraint #Clarity #Nonviolence #NoHatred #MoralClarity #Humanity

  11. A Day for the World to Say Sorry

    From Australia’s National Sorry Day Toward an International Day of Truth, Repentance, and Repair

    A PeaceGrooves Reflection

    There are words so overused that they risk becoming weightless. Sorry is one of them. We say it when we bump into someone in a hallway, when we answer an email too late, when we make an insignificant mistake. Yet there are times when sorry is not small at all. There are wounds so deep, so deliberately inflicted, and so long denied that the speaking of sorrow becomes an act of public truth.

    Australia’s National Sorry Day, observed each year on May 26, is such a day. It remembers the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children forcibly removed from their families, communities, languages, and cultures under government policies now associated with the Stolen Generations. The date marks the anniversary of the 1997 tabling of the Bringing Them Home report, the landmark national inquiry that gathered testimony from survivors and documented the devastation caused by these removals. The report called not only for recognition of what had happened, but for apology, healing, reparations, family reunion, access to records, and measures ensuring such violations would never recur.

    National Sorry Day did not begin as a sentimental holiday….

    Read the full essay at PeaceGrooves.

    #AboriginalAndTorresStraitIslanderPeoples #AnabaptistPeaceWitness #Australia #buildingAJustFuture #colonialism #globalPeace #Healing #historicalMemory #IndigenousJustice #InternationalSorryDay #NationalSorryDay #Nonviolence #Peacebuilding #PeaceGrooves #publicApology #Reconciliation #rememberingThePast #reparations #Repentance #RestorativeJustice #SocialJustice #StolenGenerations #truthAndReconciliation
  12. The Maranatha Empire

    There is a prayer so holy that it should burn the tongue of every empire that tries to speak it.

    Maranatha.

    Come, Lord.

    It is the cry of the small church under pressure. The cry of the persecuted and the patient. The cry of those who have no armies to summon, no throne to defend, no voting bloc sufficient to save them, no market share large enough to secure their future. It is the cry of those who wait because they know they are not God.

    But in every age, there are those who take this prayer of waiting and turn it into a banner of possession.

    They say, “Come, Lord,” but what they mean is, “Give us control.”

    They say, “Thy kingdom come,” but what they mean is, “Let our faction rule.”

    They say, “Prepare the way of the Lord,” but what they build are prisons, borders, propaganda machines, religious celebrity platforms, and monuments to their own fear.

    This is the Maranatha Empire.

    It is not one nation only, though nations may become its servants. It is not one denomination only, though denominations may become its chapels. It is not merely Rome, nor Geneva, nor Washington, nor Moscow, nor any other city that has mistaken power for providence. The Maranatha Empire is the recurring temptation of the religious heart: to stop waiting for Christ and begin replacing him.

    It begins quietly.

    It begins with concern.

    The world is dangerous. The children are vulnerable. The church is shrinking. The enemies are multiplying. The culture is changing. The old certainties are crumbling. The people are afraid.

    Fear, when baptized, often calls itself faithfulness.

    So the frightened church begins to reach for tools Jesus refused.

    A throne.

    A sword.

    A spectacle.

    A scapegoat.

    A strongman.

    A law that can accomplish what love has not yet persuaded.

    A state that can enforce what the Spirit has not yet formed.

    A leader who promises to defend Christ, as though Christ ever asked Peter to keep swinging after Gethsemane.

    This is how the prayer becomes an empire.

    The early church cried, “Come, Lord Jesus,” because it knew that Caesar was not Lord. The Maranatha Empire cries, “Come, Lord Jesus,” because it wants Caesar to become useful.

    The early church broke bread in homes. The Maranatha Empire builds platforms and calls them altars.

    The early church welcomed the stranger. The Maranatha Empire sees the stranger as a threat.

    The early church died rather than kill. The Maranatha Empire kills and calls the dead collateral damage in the defense of righteousness.

    The early church believed the Lamb had conquered. The Maranatha Empire keeps looking for a beast strong enough to protect the Lamb.

    And there is the blasphemy.

    Not that empire rejects Christ outright. That would be too honest. The Maranatha Empire does something more dangerous. It uses Christ as decoration for a power that is fundamentally afraid of the cross.

    It sings of the Lamb while trusting the dragon.

    It preaches resurrection while organizing itself around survival.

    It displays the cross while despising weakness.

    It quotes Jesus while ignoring the people Jesus told us to notice: the poor, the imprisoned, the hungry, the foreigner, the enemy, the child, the wounded man beside the road.

    The Maranatha Empire is not built by atheists. It is built by believers who have lost patience with the way of Jesus.

    For the way of Jesus is slow.

    It is seed, yeast, salt, light.

    It is foot-washing.

    It is forgiveness seventy times seven.

    It is refusing the shortcut of domination even when domination appears efficient.

    It is telling Peter to put away the sword when everything in Peter’s body screams that this is the moment for holy violence.

    It is standing before Pilate and saying, “My kingdom is not from this world,” not because the kingdom has nothing to do with the world, but because it does not come by the world’s methods.

    The Maranatha Empire cannot tolerate this.

    It cannot tolerate a Messiah who will not seize power.

    It cannot tolerate a church that would rather be faithful than influential.

    It cannot tolerate a people whose politics begin at the basin and towel.

    It cannot tolerate enemy-love, because enemy-love ruins the machinery. Empire requires enemies. It needs them. It feeds on them. Without enemies, the crowd might look too closely at the throne.

    So, the Maranatha Empire manufactures urgency.

    There is no time to love.

    No time to listen.

    No time to discern.

    No time for reconciliation.

    No time for peacemaking.

    No time to ask whether the means resemble the Christ we claim to serve.

    The hour is late, they say. The danger is great. The stakes are too high. We must act now. We must take control now. We must win now.

    And somewhere beneath all that urgency is a terrible confession:

    They do not actually believe the Lord is coming.

    Or, if he is coming, they do not trust him to arrive in the right way.

    So they build him an empire to inherit.

    But Christ does not inherit empires.

    He judges them.

    He walks in alleyways, not palaces. He asks whether the churches have kept their first love. He warns those who are rich and comfortable and self-satisfied that they may be poor, blind, and naked. He stands at the door and knocks, not because he has been defeated by secularism, but because religious people have locked him outside while holding meetings in his name.

    The Maranatha Empire is always shocked when Jesus is found outside the gate.

    Outside the camp.

    Outside respectability.

    Outside the approved narrative.

    Outside the walls with the crucified, the excluded, the unclean, the inconvenient, and the condemned.

    The empire expected him in the capital.

    But he is with the refugees.

    The empire expected him in the cathedral of victory.

    But he is with the mother of the disappeared.

    The empire expected him on the reviewing stand.

    But he is washing feet in the basement.

    The empire expected him to bless the troops.

    But he is asking why his followers are still carrying swords.

    This is why Maranatha must remain a dangerous prayer.

    It must never be allowed to become a slogan for conquest. It must never be printed on the banners of those who are unwilling to be converted by the One they summon. To pray “Come, Lord” is not to invite divine endorsement of our projects. It is to invite judgment upon them.

    Come, Lord, and judge our churches.

    Come, Lord, and judge our flags.

    Come, Lord, and judge our markets.

    Come, Lord, and judge our weapons.

    Come, Lord, and judge our sermons.

    Come, Lord, and judge our secret hatreds.

    Come, Lord, and judge the ways we have used your name to avoid your way.

    This is the prayer empire cannot honestly pray.

    Because if the Lord comes, the first thing to fall may not be our enemies.

    It may be our idols.

    The algorithm.

    The nation.

    The party.

    The brand.

    The gun.

    The strongman.

    The myth of innocence.

    The lie that we can harm others for a righteous cause and remain untouched by the harm.

    The Maranatha Empire teaches us to fear the collapse of Christian influence.

    Jesus teaches us to fear gaining the world and losing our soul.

    The Maranatha Empire asks, “How do we take back the culture?”

    Jesus asks, “Can you drink the cup that I drink?”

    The Maranatha Empire says, “Blessed are the winners.”

    Jesus says, “Blessed are the meek.”

    The Maranatha Empire says, “Blessed are the forceful, for they shall secure the future.”

    Jesus says, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.”

    And perhaps this is the word for us now:

    The church does not need to become more powerful.

    The church needs to become more faithful.

    Not passive. Not silent. Not withdrawn into pious irrelevance. But faithful in the particular, cruciform, stubborn way of Jesus. Faithful enough to resist evil without becoming its mirror. Faithful enough to tell the truth without hatred. Faithful enough to protect the vulnerable without worshiping violence. Faithful enough to build communities of economic sharing, hospitality, forgiveness, courage, and joy. Faithful enough to be a people who can live without controlling the outcome.

    That is the hard part.

    Empire is attractive because it promises control.

    Jesus offers communion.

    Empire promises security.

    Jesus offers peace.

    Empire promises victory over enemies.

    Jesus offers reconciliation that may begin with our repentance.

    Empire promises to make us great.

    Jesus invites us to become small enough to enter the kingdom.

    So, let the Maranatha Empire fall.

    Let it fall first in us.

    Let it fall in every place where we have confused anxiety with zeal. Let it fall where we have preferred dominance to witness. Let it fall where we have wanted laws to do what discipleship would not. Let it fall where we have used the suffering of others as fuel for our own righteousness. Let it fall where we have asked Jesus to come only after we have arranged the throne to our liking.

    And when it falls, may something older and more beautiful remain.

    A table.

    A basin.

    A towel.

    A loaf.

    A cup.

    A people gathered without illusion, without empire, without the need to be impressive, whispering the ancient prayer not as conquerors but as witnesses:

    Maranatha.

    Come, Lord Jesus.

    Come not to crown our domination, but to free us from it.

    Come not to baptize our fear, but to cast it out.

    Come not to make our empire holy, but to teach us again that your kingdom comes like a seed, like yeast, like mercy, like a Lamb who was slain and yet lives.

    And until you come, make us faithful.

    Not imperial.

    Not triumphant.

    Not afraid.

    Faithful.

    #anabaptist #antiImperialTheology #breadAndCup #ChristianEthics #ChristianNationalism #ChristianWitness #Church #churchAndEmpire #comeLordJesus #cruciformFaith #Discipleship #domination #Empire #empireCritique #Faithfulness #FootWashing #Humility #Jesus #kingdomOfGod #LambOfGod #Maranatha #MaranathaEmpire #Nonviolence #peaceTheology #Peacemaking #Power #propheticChristianity #PropheticEssay #religiousPower #Revelation #SpiritualReflection #Theology
  13. 🕊️✨ Today we celebrate Gandhi Jayanti — also the International Day of Non-Violence.
    May Mahatma Gandhi’s legacy of peace, truth & courage be carried with us, like the lotus on water. 🌸☀️

    #GandhiJayanti #InternationalDayOfNonViolence #MahatmaGandhi #Peace #NonViolence #ArtForChange #Illustration

  14. "Violence Has No Place In Politics"
    OH REALLY?

    youtube.com/watch?v=e3nSRcTkQs

    “Violence has no place in politics.” Politicians say this any time political violence is used by or on behalf of the victims of this violent system

    #Nonviolence #Oppressors #Call #AcceptableBehavior #LegalizedMurder #Resistance #Judgement #OneSidedWar #ClassWar #Gun #Cage #Policy #Death #Hypocrisy #MassMurder #Democide #Sanitized

  15. G’day. 👋 A Mastodon #introduction : I’m Jarrod, living on Wadjuk Noongar land 🖤💛❤️ (on most maps as Perth, Australia). A decade ago, in the context of interviewing #BillMcKibben about our #climateemergency, he something to me that haunts me still. Bill said we have a responsibility to enjoy what future generations won’t experience in the same way.

    *let that sink in*

    So I’ll start with practices for me shaped by this conversation and Dostoyevsky’s words, “Love all God’s creation, both the whole and every grain of sand.” I love talking to the #birds 🦜 and teaching my boys their Noongar names (like Uncle [ ] Garlett taught me). I love #surfing 🏄🏼‍♂️ #hiking#snorking 🪸 #spearfishing 🐠🐬🐟#surfskating (I ride a Holy Toledo #Smoothstar 🛹🏄🏼‍♂️). Kathleen is my beloved. 🥰 The outdoors is literally a religious experience for me. Oh, talking God-bothering, that’s kinda my neurodiverse hyper-fixation: the transfiguring-nonviolent-liberating-love revealed in Jesus.

    That’s lead to some award winning nonviolent trouble-making, a popular podcast with Dr Drew Hart (patreon.com/InVerse), and other stuff you can checkout here: jarrodmckenna.com

    #theology: A very Jesus-y #ecojustice cocktail of #Hesychasm #Anabaptism #CatholicWorker #IndigenousTheology non-Marxist #ChristianSocialism #Quakerism #BlackChurch and charismania expressed in #Contemplative prayer, creative
    #nonviolence and #solidarity.

    So let’s collaborate in what John Lewis called, “good trouble”. 😊

  16. 📘 Neuerwerbung der Gustav-Landauer-Bibliothek Witten:

    Peyman Vahabzadeh:
    Violence and Nonviolence
    Conceptual Excursions into Phantom Opposites

    📚🔫👊🏽✌🏽🕊️☮️ #GLBW #GLBibW #Witten #Violence #Nonviolence #Gewalt #Gewaltlosigkeit

    openlibrary.org/books/OL275886

    inventaire.io/entity/isbn:9781