Preaching Peace in a Timid Church

When did peace become a peripheral issue? How can ministers read the Gospels and think peace is an optional topic? When Jesus preached, “Blessed are the peacemakers,” he included preachers... When ministers are afraid to speak prophetically about peace they fail to be a voice for the Prince of Peace.

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BPFNASermons, Peace, Theology
Food Security: A Casualty of War

We can end hunger. What we lack is the political will. Children and adults go hungry in the world, not because we don’t have enough food, but because alleviating world hunger has not ranked high among the list of priorities of the rich nations of the world. This is not a human problem that we can’t figure out; it is not a disease that would require a revolution in agriculture or science. Those revolutions have already occurred. What is needed, as Martin Luther King, Jr. so accurately expressed 50 years ago, is a “revolution of values.”

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BPFNAFood security, Partners, Members, Hunger, War
Noli Temere (Don't Be Afraid)

I’m feeling confused in general these days, especially about the threatened attack on Syria. We have a President who was elected in part because of his criticism of the war in Iraq, and a Secretary of State who had a hard time, originally, getting elected to the US Senate because earlier in his life he was an outspoken critic of the war in Vietnam. These two public figures are dual drum majors in the march to war with Syria, while many Republican war hawks are saying “hold on, not so fast.”

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The Pigment of Our Imagination

As “white” parents of “black” children through transracial adoption, we have become quite aware of our skin privilege. We US Americans live in a country where browner bodies have less value than paler bodies, where a dark-skinned Marissa Alexander can be sentenced in Florida to 20 years in prison for firing a warning shot in front of her abusive ex-husband; while a lighter-skinned George Zimmerman can pursue an unarmed dark-skinned teenager, provoke a confrontation, and shoot him to death and be found “not guilty”. This is the world into which we send our boys.

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....Saved by Friendship..Salvación a través de la amistad....

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What does it mean to be “friends” with someone? How many friends do we have? Who are these people that we consider our friends and why do we consider them “friends” and not just “people we know” or “acquaintances”? In today’s world, with Facebook and other social media, people seem to have thousands of friends but really very few connections.

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¿Qué significa ser “amigo o amiga” de alguien? ¿Cuántos amigos o amigas tú tienes? ¿Quiénes son estas personas que consideramos amistades, pero amistades de verdad, de las buenas? No hablo de personas que conocemos o de compañeros y compañeras de trabajo; sino de AMISTADES; personas en las que podemos confiar y que confían en ti. Hoy día, con facebook y todas esas plataformas de conexión virtual, parece que las personas tenemos miles de “amigos”, pero en realidad hay muy poca conexión personal.

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Radical Hospitality in the Real World

Perhaps this is the radical hospitality I have to learn to practice – to welcome both the wheat and the tares into my heart -- to embrace and tell the lovely stories of grace along with the wrenching stories of unredeemed grief and the stories that I don’t yet know how to define or understand. I think this is also a practice of peace-making – both because I have to – we have to – make peace with the fact that this is the world in which we live – and because, if we are to act, it can only be by keeping our hearts open to both the deep, deep pain of this world and its deep, deep joy and beauty.

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Transform Me, Transform You, Transform the World!

From May 13-24, 2013 Lee McKenna and Evelyn Hanneman led a two-week Conflict Transformation Training of Trainers near Asheville, North Carolina. Over the course of this training, 13 people from Canada, the United States and Mexico shared a unique experience of training, learning, Bible Study and prayer that for many was indeed a transformative experience.

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South Sudan: Changes

What has changed in a year? As I move about in the Tong Ping neighbourhoods of this town, the capital of this toddler country, three things stand out. The potholes are deeper. The gated, concertina wire-topped walls of the politicos’ compounds are higher and far more numerous. The smouldering heaps of street garbage more pervasive. And they impart a common message.

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Teaching Biblical Peace in the Land of the Lekil Kuxlejal

I was elated when I received the invitation from the academic coordinator of SIM, The Rev. Dr. Doris García, to teach a course about biblical peace as found in Pauline literature. The course was going to be taught in a land I’ve only read about – a land I knew at a distance. These teaching ministry partnerships were essential for this experience that, in the end, ended up teaching me more than what I expect was learned in the classroom.

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BPFNAChiapas, Mexico, SIM, Board
From the Philippines: Violences and Counter-violences

Tens of thousands of people have been killed in the Philippines’ civil war.  In tonight’s dinner conversation with a former leader of the New People’s Army, I hear some things I did not know before.  I think I’m from a part of the world that, when People Power got rid of Marcos and his well-shod wife and the much-loved, sainted Cory took over, all was well.  And we quit paying attention for awhile.  My dinner companions cite one statistic after another to make their point:  Cory was in many ways as obedient a puppet of U.S. interests as her predecessor ever was. 

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From the Philippines: The Games of Life

I awaken to the early morning sounds of garbage removal workers outside my window. From the sitting room of the CPU hostel, I look out the window to see men in overalls tipping the week’s rubbish into large open containers on wheels, expecting to see amongst the driveway détritus the emaciated and bloodied corpse of one of the gang of felines engaged in the caterwauling Malthusian struggle of the early evening hours.

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From the Philippines: Ankle Walks and Village Games

The site of the training is a short tuk-tuk ride from the pension house. It becomes clear as we begin that there is a diversity of languages in the room.  We spend some time trying to figure out which – Tagalog, Ilonggo, Cebuano or Subanon – is common to all. Even the young Subanon women can get by with Cebuano, so that’s what we go with. Faustino, a veteran of our 2009 training and a Subanon pastor, is pressed into translating.

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From the Philippines: Return to Mindanao

The rain is pouring down, obscuring the passing landscape. Our minibus roars its way first along the coastal road, where sunshine earlier displayed the waters of the Sulu Sea and the modest Nipa leaf-thatch-and-bamboo-slat huts of fisher families. I think of their Sri Lankan neighbours whose homes, of undoubtedly similar construction, and livelihoods and, for tens of thousands, their lives, were washed away with the tsunami of Christmas 2004.

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