to benny with love and thanks: as promised, more on pat robertson and his supposed tsunami

at first, when i heard about pat robertson's prophecy, i was angry. i was fumingly, bitterly angry.
in time, i asked myself what was behind that anger. the answer: fear.
what if he's right?
what if God is going to punish us?
what if everything that's new and refreshing about my faith is actually heresy, as i've been told?
mars hill is moving to the pier. maybe seattle wouldn't get sacked by a tsunami, but the pier? what if God is not moving here, but judging here?

irrational fears. faithless fears. i found footing in those three words tattooed on my shoulder blade: faith, hope, love. ok.

then, i read this.



benny is an amazing artist. he is someone who knows something about life and encounter. he is a philosopher and a blessing to fremont. now, this supposed progressive and hippy area has kicked him out - citing "safety" more accurately, annoyance.

faith, hope, and love.

where are these?
who are we?
is seattle really who i dream her to be?
are we burnt out sell outs who like to buy expensive organic food and pretend we care about the world and about art?

so, will a tsunami destroy us?
if it does, is it deserved?
are we a fat and happy people who have learned to treat other people not as people?

if a tsunami destroys seattle, it will not be God's punative work. that much i know.

however, if i were God and if i could put aside my rose-stained glasses through which i stand at kerry park and pristinely, though not closely, examine my city - if i could see her as she is, as this event reveals she is, i think i might just send a tsunami.

good thing neither pat robertson nor i are God.

may God give us grace for our mistreatment of God's brilliant work of art:
benny the rock guy.