"Jesus, Jew, Mohammed—all true" ?

Over the past decades and especially the past few years, Bono has become an image of peace and a very influential person in the world. Nominated recently for president of the World Bank and this year for the Nobel Peace Prize. You can also see his mug on Time Magazine with the Gateses as the Person of the Year.

Many people are fast to point out Bono's Christian background. He no doubt stands for good and I praise him as a celebrity who actually puts his words to action. However, I have always been a little skeptical as far as his Christian faith is concerned. I'm not denying that he is a Christian, but I'm not calling him a legit icon of Christianity either.


Recently, this article was published by Relevant Magazine describing one of his new campaigns on this concert tour. Apparently, Bono is wearing a headband that says 'Coexist' and urging different religions to get along peacefully in the world. Not a bad idea. However, he is also leading the audience in a chant of "Jesus, Jew, Mohammed - —all true." This is completely contrary to Christianity and instead supports a Universalist ideal.

Is Bono getting his religion confused? Is he turning from Christian to Universalist? I urge you to take his image as a Christian leader cautiously and not believe everything he says. Bono is a great man and does much good for the world, but we should not idolize him.

*note: If you listen to the Relevant podcast, many listeners say that the chant is "Jesus. Jew. Mohammed. All sons of Abraham--it's true." This is indeed true and means the writer chopped off a crucial part and Bono is not turning into a Universalist nutjob.

Explosions in the Sky

Explosions in the Sky is a band from Austin whom I recently saw play at the Bowery Ballroom, which they sold out three nights in a row. I guess you could say they are somewhat similar to Sigur Ros, except no vocals. They have three guitars and drums and experiment with some electronics. Regardless, I had never heard them until the gig and it was very entertaining. You can view their myspace site and download a few songs. They have some Texas gigs around the corner.

TRAITOR!

As if I didn't expect it to happen, my jaw dropped to the table when I saw the news flash on ESPN last night. "Damon signs with Yankees."

Johnny Damon was one of the most beloved members of the '04 Champion Red Sox team. Next year however, he will be dressing in pinstripes and playing for the other team. He isn't the first former Sox to switch sides on us. Clemens, Boggs, Gordon, and many more have spat on the Red Sox nation to make more money in New York. I hope he receives the same greeting at Fenway as all of these other selfish bastards have.

One sweet nugget of redemption coming our way lies in the hands of The Boss. He runs a tight ship in the Bronx and if history repeats itself, Damon will have to visit the barber before next April. Hopefully the curse of Samson will fall on you.

Strike!

The MTA finally decided last night at 3am to go on strike. Now Manhattan is in utter pandelerium as 7 million people are walking to work today. Fortunately, I am flying home for the holidays this afternoon so I made the game-time decisions to not go in for work today. It was a tough decision because I really wanted to walk six miles to work. Hopefully this mayhem will end by the time I get back. Gothamist has good coverage and pictures of the chaos.

Lost?

I saw a blind person in the bookstore today and I'm pretty sure there isn't a Braille section. How peculiar.

Equine Effluvium

Last night at 11:30 I stepped on to a subway car that smelled very much like a barn full of farm animals. Everyone had a sour look on their face except for a person asleep in the middle of the car, whom I suspected was the culprit. I was seriously watching for a pile of crap on the floor so I wouldn't step in it. As we started moving, one girl doubled over and started into a gag reflex. It was that bad. I asked myself audibly, "Is there a horse in here?" The gagger looked up at me and repeated the question "a horse in here?" and then erupted into histeria.

At the next stop, about ten of us ran into the next car on the train and took a deep breath of fresh subway air. The girl follwed in right behind me, still laughing like a loon and drawing looks from everyone in our new car. Imagine ten people running in and breathing deeply with green faces and smug grins on our faces.

About two stops later a couple more people came on with the same queer look. I held my nose as to say "I know. It stinks." That girl began to laugh and then the other started back up into her wailing laughter. We discussed the odor for a few minutes and agreed it indeed smelled like a horse.

Call Me 'Ice Man'

Indeed, it is cold outside. Twenty-one degrees to be exact. Collin's room is so cold that he is sleeping on the couch in the living room. However, my room is warm and my bed, toasty, which is my excuse for oversleeping this morning. Upon getting up, I had roughly forty minutes to shower, dress, and make my forty-five minute commute. Not happending. I made it to the bus stop where everyone looked like penguins dancing around with their hands in their pockets and heads hunched low into their scarves to stay warm. I am not as bothered by the weather, I enjoy it actually, so a jacket was enough warmth for me. This was not the case for my head. I was standing there pondering and experiencing negative windchill and wondered how the moisture in my hair was doing since I just got out of the shower. Sure enough, my hair was frozen solid. I thought about moving it around to break up the ice but was afraid that the curls would snap in half. I'm pretty sure I got some weird looks from people behind me, but at least I didn't look like a penguin.

Ganges River

The New York Times has an interesting photo essay on the Ganges River. The river, located in northern India, is the holiest river in the Hindu religion. The Hindi people believe that bathing in the river will cleanse the soul and having your ashes burned in the city of Varanasi and then dumped in the river will better your afterlife.

Unfortunately, the Ganges region is one of the most heavily populated in all of India and sewage flows directly into the river making it one of the most polluted rivers in the world. People bathe in the water daily and contract all sorts of diseases. The public health in these towns is attrocious with disease, infestation and no potable water.

25 Years Today - 'John Lennon of the Beatles is Killed'

As you may have heard or remembered, today is the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's death. He was shot on the steps of the Dakota in New York on December 8th, 1980.

His death was an ironic one because he and his wife were an international symbol of peace. After his departure from the Beatles (via Yoko) Lennon wrote the song 'Imagine'. I never took to heart the lyrics, but today with our country and many other parts of the world at war, and even the world around me displaying hatred, I now respect the song and also dream of the day when there will be peace.

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

Reserved - Rosa

Today I got on the bus to go to work and as usual it was packed. Mysteriously though, there was one open seat directly behind the driver. The seat was covered with a sign which I didn't read but assumed it was an advertisement that hadn't been put up yet. I tried to move the sign but then the driver warned me that the seat was reserved. Reserved? I'm the last stop and no one is there yet, plus who says you can reserve seats on a public bus. Being the pacificst I am, I just walked back and stood like I always do. When I got to work, I realized that today is the 50th anniversary of Rosa Parks famous protest and that one seat on every bus is reserved for her. I'm sure I would have realized that if I had read the sign. Sorry I tried to sit in your seat, Rosa.

Part II

Tonight on my way home I made a point to look for a sign and sure enough, the sign I tried to sit on this morning was in rememberance of Rosa Parks historical protest against segregation. I decided to sit next to this seat and tried to snap a picture with my camera phone. As I sat there I reflected for the first time in my life on what Parks really did that day. While I was lost in thought, someone sat in the vacant seat next to me. Being in a sentimental mood, I stood up to leave a seat vacant for Rosa. I think the lady was a little confused by me because she then moved to the seat on the opposite side. I said I was sorry and had to explain my actions in Spanish to her. We ended up having a very meaningful conversation. The woman noted that Parks not only made great steps for Blacks that day but for Latinos like her and all other minorities' equal rights. I commented that it meant something to me to because even as a white person; I want to treated equally as others and not receive greater or worse treatment based on my race.

I have known about Rosa Parks since grade school and her recent death had little meaning to me, but today I truly began to realize the brave decision she made that day and for that I am thankful.