One of the secondary students I taught yesterday had a look at my studio and asked- "are you religious? " and then last night I had a dream.
I am looking at an old church, I am outside and opposite is a door I am looking at. I can see some type of electronic eye between the door and the door frame. Someone tells me that if I go in, I will set off an explosive device and I might be killed or wounded. .
I am not sure what to do, I am happy to observe from the outside and I don't put pressure on myself to go in .. in a moment of clarity I feel I know what is inside the church - there are suicide notes in there
Today reflecting on the dream I realise the New Testament is one long suicide note. I have many friends who are gay and committed Catholics and its difficult to admit I am not one of them
I am looking at an old church, I am outside and opposite is a door I am looking at. I can see some type of electronic eye between the door and the door frame. Someone tells me that if I go in, I will set off an explosive device and I might be killed or wounded. .
I am not sure what to do, I am happy to observe from the outside and I don't put pressure on myself to go in .. in a moment of clarity I feel I know what is inside the church - there are suicide notes in there
Today reflecting on the dream I realise the New Testament is one long suicide note. I have many friends who are gay and committed Catholics and its difficult to admit I am not one of them
It is a gruesome story about a father who conceives a son only to have him killed in the prime of his life . It is a horror story where everyone the Son loves and he himself is complicit in a bizarre plot to have him killed.
There is a deep belief in out society that young men should be sacrificed for the good of the tribe, race, religion or nation
Three years ago I travelled through Morocco with a lovely couple -she was Irish he was Australian . Their only son had been killed serving in the Australian Army in Afghanistan - overcome by the sheer depth of their grief I could not offer any words of consolation.
I see how readily politicians offer up our sons -and now our daughters- to fight in overseas wars thousands of miles from our borders . Why do we allow them to do it ? Patriarchal myths from Christianity to ANZAC make us think its right and proper. As a father of two sons I know its obscene. Religions and artists who work for them glorify the shameful willingness of the patriarchy to sacrifice its own sons
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