Your cry of Love Rings out across the Lands.

I'm experiencing a lot of camp feelings right now.
I need to figure out a way to get a high quality version of the camp singing You're the word of God the Father this summer.
Fun Fact:  That song is also know as, Across the Lands.
I'm having milk from the milk machine at supper.

ps. I used the wrong your....how on earth did I get into university?

My Child, the Holocaust Denier

  I still can't, I never will be able to rationalize how the Holocaust happened. Or how in '94 we let it happen again, and how we let it happen in Bosnia, and darfur, and that I want so desperatley for the human race to say no, no to genocide, no to killing,  to hatred. To say yes to love, to say yes to compassion, yes to stopping the killing, yes to doing whatever it takes to end genocide. But we won't, we can't.  I am extremely pessimistic, but my compassion over rides that.  I often say, I hate everyone, but I don't I don't hate every one.  I just want to spread this compassion across the entire universe, to let people know that they are loved, that every human living on this planet deserves to be here, deserves to be alive and to be happy.  That there is no logical reason that you are inferior because you're of a different faith, or ethnicity, or because you live somewhere you are less of a person, that you don't deserve to live.
I live in a world where people are still killed because of who they are, where children don't get to to go to school, where women have to walk miles to get dirty water, where women die in child birth, where people don't have health care, where churches have to hide.  Where the biggest super power anyone has ever seen is slowly collapsing and the rich rule this world with money they made off the backs of the poor. I live in this world, this world we created out of war, and messed up history and nuclear weapons, and money.
So all I want is for people to feel the compassion I feel, the compassion that wracks your body, with the guilt of all the mistakes the people before you have made.  The compassion that makes you cry at the mere mention of the holocaust or Rwanda.  Where you still cry thinking about Vietnam, a war your country didn't fight in, and that ended 20 years before you were born.  The pure and utter compassion that makes you want to adopt all of the hurting children across this world and tell them that their life is worth it and that you love them.  Just to feel the smallest inkling deep inside them, the smallest bit.  Just to understand love.
I want my children to be like this.  I want them to not be able to fathom that one man would take his hatred to such an extreme, to kill 11 million people because of who they were.   That another man at the same time would kill 18 million of his own countrymen because he was paranoid.  That in the 90's only a year after I was born people would kill their neighbours because white men told them a horrible lie.  Where they believe it was never.  Where they live in a world where sick people don't draw Swastikas on table and books.  Where people don't us the n word.  A world full of love, where genocide is such a distant memory.  But I don't want the memory of these genocides to fade away, I want them to always be here to remind us where we came from, to remind us to never let it happen again.

Sorry I haven't blogged in forever.  I have an exam in an hour, and then I'm officially done all my exams next Wednesday.
Anyway I found this spoof suspension video, it's put together incredibly well.  Almost spot on.