“Üstün ırk yoktur.
'Tanrı'nın seçilmiş halkı' yoktur.
Bu ne ABD ne de İsrail'dir.
'Tanrı'nın seçilmiş halkı' tüm insanlıktır.”
— Kolombiya Cumhurbaşkanı Gustavo Petro
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Whether one believes in the divinity of Jesus or thinks of him as the most human of all teachers, a gentle and fierce rebel trying to preach the radical act of love, there is a part of his story from which we still have much to learn: the last question he asked aloud in his life.
Over time, scientists have studied the physiological effects of the Roman method of crucifixion. What's clear, astonishingly clear, is this: to say anything except the simplest words as he hung on the cross, Jesus had to push himself up, in great pain, to draw sufficient breath.
That means he didn't just blurt things out. He chose to suffer their saying.
"I thirst," he said, deepening the nails in his body. "Forgive them"—shifting the thorns—"for they know not what they do." There, in his pain, he gave the world six great statements.
But what's most astonishing is his other kind of utterance:
Before his end, before his final vision of reconciliation, he did something extraordinary. He went wholly into the darkness. He asked his terrible question.
"My God," he cried out, "why?" He could have suffered this crisis—this feeling of bewildered abandonment—alone, in wordless silence, but instead he made a decision: he lifted himself up, drew his breath, and called it out: "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?"
Psalm 22, which he was quoting when he asked his question, begins in despair and ends in hope. It ends in hope. But he knew he would only have breath for the beginning. And he said it. He said it anyway.
He didn't do it for an answer. He did it because saying it was a gift. For the watchers. For his slayers. For us. He chose to say it, and he chose to feel it: that darkest of all dark feelings, abandonment by God. He did it not for pity, or for theater, but for us: so that when that feeling came to us, as he knew it would, we would have a story to tell ourselves: that he had felt it, too. Even he. Even God himself. And in that despair—so simple, so impossible, so common—we wouldn't be alone.
I just want you to remember. That we live in a world where octopuses dream, otters have a favorite shell that they carry with them all their lives, cows have best friends, and bees have different "dialects" of dance depending on the region. Cats purr at a frequency that accelerates bone healing, the forest grows flowers first after a fire, and dolphins give each other names and respond to them. Penguins make proposals by giving each other the most beautiful pebble
No nation, no society, and no international order can call itself just and humane if it measures its success solely by power or prosperity while neglecting those who live at the margins. Indeed, Christ’s love for the least and the forgotten compels us to reject every form of selfishness that leaves the poor and the vulnerable invisible.
This government has participated in genocide.
Here is a simple test for any would-be successor to Keir Starmer:
Would you establish a full, independent, public inquiry into the government’s complicity in the greatest crime of our time?
Starmer's resignation is not enough. What needs booting out is the politics he represents: corporate greed, anti-migrant rhetoric and endless war.
My piece for @tribunemagazine.
https://t.co/AP7VwxXVRZ
When the US sanctioned me for exposing corporate complicity, I trusted people would act. If after nearly a year @bookingcom & @Airbnb still profit from stolen Palestinian property, it’s because too many still use them.
Stop using them now & tell them why.
https://t.co/VAgI9fYzTn
The sky was blue, so blue that day
And each daisy white, so white,
O, I knew that no more could rains fall grey
And night again be night.
I knew, I knew. Well, if night is night,
And the grey skies greyly cry,
I have in a book for the candle light,
A daisy dead and dry.
—Angelina Weld Grimké
https://t.co/zJgtvGFCoj
"I've been accused of standing on a picket and if I could do it all over again tomorrow I'll be with them, because they're the real people of Ireland."
Well said Richard O'Donoghue and extra points for referring to Timmy Dooley as "Timmy Dolittle" in the Dáil 😂
"I have those black hands, with grease, with oil, I know what is to be an agricultural contractor!"
The Irish government will remain in place after winning a vote of confidence 92-78, but nothing will ever be the same.
Something big is brewing in Ireland, this government will not last the full term.