The Taser's Edge


Vals Im Bashir

I was talking to a friend yesterday about the fact that Waltz with Bashir just opened at Durham’s Carolina Theatre, and how I’ve been looking forward to seeing it for months.  He hadn’t heard about it, so I thought others might need to know about it, too.

Waltz with Bashir is an animated memoir of a young Israeli soldier’s experience in the 1982 Israeli-Lebanon War (check out Wikipedia’s take on the war here, but realize that there’s no never such a thing as an uncontested version of these things).  If you’ve been paying attention to recent events in Gaza, you should be interested in this.  Or if, like me, your mom was living and working on an Israeli kibbutz near the Lebanon border when this war started heating up, you might also be interested.



A Big Step (or at least Pre-step)
January 6, 2009, 7:45 pm
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Merry Epiphany!  And I’m Anglican now, so that counts and whatever.

Today was my first interview for a real job–a CPE residency at UNC Hospitals.  It went well–they said so–but I’ve felt a bit rough since.  It’s just so big.  I’m a pioneer camping in Independence, Mo.,  and tomorrow’s the big day.  There’s a vast wild country in front of me.  It’s already fully inhabited, but I don’t know that yet.  I’m thinking I’m the first.  And that God is with me.  On that point I’m right.

I haven’t yet begun to see the blessings God has in store for us.  Of course I must have had my eyes closed.  What is Duke?  What is Durham?  What is All Saints?  What are all these friends after all?  I am blessed.  I am privileged.  99.998 percent of the world’s population, past and present, wouldn’t have been taken seriously in that interview today, and yet for some reason I was.

I can’t claim that as my just deserts.  God gave me brains, good parents who pointed me college-ward, birth in a place and time where this could happen.  I could call that fortune or good luck.  I have called it bumbling.  But I’m wrong.

And what does what I’m saying say about the families huddled with their children in Gaza tonight, waiting, waiting?  I can’t say God caused those particularities, of course.  But at the same time I can’t not say that God gifted me with mine, and that God is good.

Lord God, Father of all peoples, we pray for peace in Gaza, for peace on earth under your Holy Spirit’s hovering wings, in the name of the Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ.  Amen and Amen.