Friday Fuel: The Real Meaning of Faith, Childhood Races and Neighborhood Justice

August 29, 2014

Happy (almost) Labor Day, my friends.

Right now, I’m sneezing up a storm as fall allergies have officially kicked in, but I’m looking forward to a wandering drive across the Kansas countryside on Monday. We will stop at unknown points of interest to take pictures, visit hidden gems and memorable places. One last taste of summer, even as we have been in school for a couple of weeks now.

In between my sneezes, I’ve managed to find quite a few hidden gems in blog land this week. These are the posts that fueled me over the last few days.

In My Blog Reader

When Childhood has Become a RaceJen Pollack Michel discusses the increasing pressure and decreasing sense of purpose our children have in life, and I know she is absolutely right. I don’t even have to have kids, the pressure for our kids to perform is that palpable. Parents, we can change this, because we are the engineers of what is happening to our kids.

What Does It Really Mean to Have Faith? Zack Hunt takes on a question that is so basic, I wonder if we forget to even talk about it. I have been thinking a lot about doubt lately. Maybe we cannot really answer questions about doubt until we define faith.

The Truth About Social Media. And How It’s Wrecking Us. Emily Wierenga nails this one. Being around high school students, I can tell you, everything she writes is true. Every now and then, I’ll find myself in some previously unknown corner of the internet and I just cannot believe the shallowness of what is being made, and the sincerity and fervor with which that shallowness is pursued.

Finally, two posts about the continuing conversation about justice. I think justice is a good catch-all, broader than just Ferguson or racism or any other single cause. White People, White Power, White Platform is another great commentary from Caris Adel, and finally Eugene Cho challenges us with If We Want to Seek the Peace of the City, We Have to Engage the Conflicts and Injustices of Our City.

That’s what fueled me, friends. I will see you back here next Wednesday.

What fueled you this week?