A Modest Proposal for More Back-Stabbing in Pre-School, Carina Chocano for The New York Times:
“[I]n my attempt to raise a conscious, creative and socially and environmentally responsible child while lacking the means to also finance her conscious, creative and environmentally and socially responsible lifestyle forever, I’d accidentally gone and raised a hothouse serf. Oops. . . . And so I began to wonder: Are we feeding our children a bunch of dangerous illusions about fairness and hard work and level playing fields? Are ideals a luxury only the rich can afford? (Tuition certainly is.) As seduced as I was by the good intentions on display, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something not quite fair about all this — not fair to my daughter, I mean. What if the kid got it in her head that it was a good idea to go into public service, the helping professions, craftsmanship, scholarship or — God help her — the arts? Wouldn’t a greedier, more back-stabby style of early education be more valuable to the children of the shrinking middle class — one suited to the world they are actually living in? Because every time my daughter says, “I want to be a writer like Mommy,” I have to resist the urge to wash her mouth out with soap.”
Sarita Agerman’s blog post on her first time to Mosque and how worried she was to do something wrong — what an interesting read, full of personal happiness and religious quirks:
“Nameera informed me with a Cheshire cat grin on her face that the carpets smelled amazing. I looked at her rather quizzically to which she responded, ‘it’s not always the case. This mosque might give you a ridiculously high expectation of all carpets.’ Indeed, I’d heard horror stories of people coming up from bowing only to find things stuck to their forehead ranging from leaves to other items which I’d rather not care to mention.”
Rachel Held Evans’ Holy Week for Doubters:
But you won’t know how to explain that there is nothing nominal or lukewarm or indifferent about standing in this hurricane of questions every day and staring each one down until you’ve mustered all the bravery and fortitude and trust it takes to whisper just one of them out loud on the car ride home:
“What if we made this up because we’re afraid of death?”
A Washington Post opinion piece on the long-reaching ramifications of rape. This is a sad but beautiful story:
Cara’s rapist struck every person who ever loved her. Then he hurt every person who ever loved me. It is stunning how far the grief of rape travels — across generations. Violent acts done to us affect our children not yet born.
And finally, Sarah Moon wrote a different kind of crucifixion post that stayed with me after I read it — that gave a different kind of feeling to the story of the death of Jesus. I honestly loved the piece.
“Jesus stood with the oppressed. He healed on the Sabbath. He advocated for the poor. He spoke out against the abuse of women.
And those in power killed him for it. They silenced his message (but it couldn’t quite stay dead, could it?).
Maybe this is the real message of the cross. That the God of all creation loved the oppressed enough to become one with them, even in death–the ultimate tool of oppressive forces.”
Okay, that’s all for today! A list of my newly loved blogs is coming later this week, so stay tuned. oh, and Happy Easter!