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Palm Sunday Prayer

Palm Sunday Prayer

3.24.24

Dear God, on this Palm Sunday, we remember Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem; we echo the crowd’s joyful shouts: “Hosanna! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!” (Mark 11:9).

Yet, even amidst the celebration, a deeper understanding stirs within us. We recognize the foreshadowing in Jesus’ arrival on a donkey, a symbol of humility and peace, not on a mighty warhorse. This humble entrance reminds us that the path to true victory lies not in earthly glory but in following your will.

As we begin this Holy Week, we acknowledge the shadow of the coming days—the weight of the cross Jesus will bear on Good Friday. As you have shown us, there is no true understanding of Easter’s joy without first experiencing the sorrow of suffering. Just as Jesus walked through the valley before reaching the mountaintop, we must also be willing to face challenges with unwavering faith.

Lord, help us see beyond the outward spectacle and recognize the true message Jesus brings. Like the branches laid at his feet, may we surrender our pride and self-importance, paving the way for your reign of love and justice in our hearts.

Grant us the courage to follow Jesus, even when the path leads not to earthly glory but service and sacrifice. May we, like the children who sang his praises, embody a spirit of joyful faith, unwavering in our belief in your love and the promise of redemption.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

 

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Tuesday of the Fourth Week in Lent

Tuesday of the Fourth Week in Lent

Day 18: Gracious God, help us identify the “tables” in our lives that need flipping, whether it be harmful habits, negative thoughts, or judgmental attitudes. Grant us the courage to overturn them in pursuit of your will, replacing them with the fruits of your Spirit – love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22-23). In Jesus’ name, Amen.

 

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Dirty Hands and Clean Heart

Dirty Hands and Clean Heart

8.25.23

This past Sunday, my sermon, Dirty Hands and Clean, was based on Matthew 15:10-28 emphasizing the Christian duty of responding to those in pain or need, meeting them where they are, and allowing them to express themselves on their terms. The example of the persistent Canaanite woman who influenced Jesus and changed his mind was used to illustrate the potential for changing one’s worldview and assumptions through such interactions.

Jesus was against oppressive systems that exclude people, and he was depicted as breaking down barriers by embracing marginalized individuals and different people. The message stressed that God’s commandments and love for others are more significant than rigid traditions and rituals.

Engaging with the world’s difficulties, even when it gets messy, reflects the compassionate nature of Christ. The core message was that God values a pure heart over outward cleanliness, and desires a welcoming community of people who prioritize love and acceptance of all.

 

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Love Your Neighbor

Love Your Neighbor

Day 16: Saturday, March 11, 2023

Love Your Neighbor

Scripture: You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against any of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord. (Leviticus 19:18 NRSV)

Devotion: We often hear Jesus saying to love God with all of our hearts, mind, soul, and strength and to love our neighbor. Jesus also said that loving God and neighbor were the greatest commandments of all. What we don’t often hear is that these words reiterated by Jesus also show up in the Old Testament, in the book of Leviticus:

“You shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.” 

Who is our neighbor? Everyone. How we show love to everyone can be challenging, particularly with those whose choices we dislike, whose lifestyles we disapprove of, or anyone that’s too different. When we encounter people whose race, culture, religion, or political view differs from ours, the challenge to love them increases. God, who created and loved all people, calls and empowers us to love one another. We are called to love God with our whole selves, and we do this by loving one another and our neighbors.

C.S. Lewis once said, “Do not waste your time bothering about whether you love your neighbor; act as if you did… When you are behaving as if you love someone, you will presently come to love him.”

In this season of Lent, may we seek God’s guidance in helping us to grow our love for our neighbor.

Prayer: Holy God, you are always merciful and loving. May you continue to help us grow in our love for you through loving our neighbors. Amen

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Exploitation In The South Pacific Island Kingdom Of Tonga

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Exploitation In The South Pacific Island Kingdom Of Tonga

On Friday, February 7, 2014, the XXII Olympic Winter Games officially opened in Sochi, Russia, and history was made. There were 88 countries represented with a total of 2,800 athletes. Seven of those countries made their Winter Olympic debut. One of those countries and one of those athletes were from a tiny group of islands named Tonga located in Oceania, also known as the South Pacific.

In the South Pacific climate, there is no winter (at least not in the sense of “Winter Olympics”). The weather is tropical with the average temperature in Tonga at 73° F (23° C).

In Olympic President Thomas Bach’s speech at the Opening Ceremony, he asserted that the “Olympic Games are a sports festival in praising human diversity in great unity” and all people are welcome regardless of their national origin. In reality, he failed to acknowledge the role of power and money. The Olympic Games are anything but a place where human diversity is truly represented, and certainly not an actual goal.

To be part of the festival of “human diversity in great unity” one must have access to an adequate amount of money and power, either from family wealth and/or sponsorship. If diversity and unity were the Olympic Games’ goal, then it failed to recognize countries and persons unable to participate due to lack of resources or funding.

It seems that countries around the world are not represented by their human capacity at the Olympic Games, but by countries that flaunt their power and money in the elite development of their athletes, or better yet, by a display of selected human athletes from particular countries who are blessed with winter seasons and mountainous terrains.

Thus, it seems rather odd that a country from the South Pacific would even consider or blink an eye at a chance to participate and be represented at the Winter Olympic Games. But Tonga, that tiny group of islands barely visible on the world map, taking part in the Winter Olympics in Sochi was exactly what happened. It was a dream come true for the tiny island kingdom and its solo athlete in luge, a sport unheard of in the South Pacific, nonetheless Tonga.

If imperialism and colonialism are defined by acts in which a dominant culture marginalizes subgroups and exploits a minority group, then this is precisely what happened. Subjugation of the island kingdom by misuse and abuse of power and money by the hegemonic culture is what took place, an unjust practice all-too-often familiar to people of color.

While the physical presence of Tonga was clearly represented at the Olympic Winter Games, the name Bruno Banani is anything but representative of the island kingdom and its rich culture and traditions, where naming is one of its core values and beliefs. While a small percentage of Tongans hold German surnames due to their ancestral heritage, Bruno Banani is not one of them. Rather, Bruno Banani is a German men’s underwear company that made a shrill business dealing with Makai Inc., a Euro-American marketing company, in the name of global capitalism and in overt exploitation of a marginalized group’s inspiration.

Clearly, corporate responsibility and human dignity were not the goal, especially not for a young company like Makai that is zealous to make a name for itself with experiential strategies.

“The domestication of the corporation into local society serves only to further mystify the location of power, which rest not in the locality but in the global headquarters of the company which coordinates its activities. Global capitalism is not a site for liberation but manipulation. It is the site the inhabitants of which must be liberated from themselves (stripped of their identities) to be homogenized into the global culture of capital” (Arif Dirlik, “The Global in the Local”).

As the tale has been told, Makai Inc came across this mischievous golden opportunity as an experimental marketing tactic in 2008. The company had a connection with Tonga’s Princess Salote Mafile’o Pilolevu Tuita, who desired for her country to be represented at the Winter Olympics.

A search for a luger was conducted in the island kingdom. There were at least 20-30 other athletes that showed up and tried out, even when they did not understand the sport of luge. Who wouldn’t if one might be given the lifetime opportunity to represent their beloved country in the Winter Olympic Games.

The selected luger was Fuahea Semi, a 26-year-old computer science student, who played rugby as a hobby with his friends. He was chosen not only for his athletic abilities but also for his humility. Who knew that humbleness was to be part of a sport’s qualification! Perhaps it is a necessary criterion for a Western marketing firm with its white executives’ coercion and exploitation of a brown body, with less chance of any protest from the brown-skin Polynesian man.

Makai Inc explained to Fuahea Semi that luge was an expensive sport and that he would need a sponsor to cover the expenses. To attract the right sponsor, Fuahea Semi, would need to change his name. This is when Makai approached Bruno Banani, the German underwear company with their scheming creative marketing ideas.

The Tongan athlete, Fuahea Semi, who had never experienced temperature below 60° F and snow, moved to Germany in 2009 to train. Many questions were raised about this dark-skinned man’s name being Bruno Banani, and they were all given the response that it was his name, and his passport was proof.

After a year of training, Bruno Banani came within one point of qualifying for the Vancouver Olympics in 2010, but he crashed in his last attempt and ended up in the hospital.

In December 2013, Bruno Banani qualified for the Sochi Winter Olympics placing 28th out of 42 lugers, even after newspapers and websites from around the world suggested that Bruno Banani should not be allowed to compete for a spot in Sochi. Bruno Banani finished 32nd in the luge final in Sochi.

This story has made world headlines. Even Thomas Bach, the president of the International Olympics Committee, called it “a perverse marketing idea….done in bad taste to change your name to that of a sponsor. This has nothing to do with proper marketing.” Yet, since Bruno Banani qualified for the Sochi games, the Olympics Committee could not prevent him from competing. After all, his name was legally changed on his passport.

Even though Bruno Banani was the name that made history for the individual and the island kingdom’s debut in the Winter Olympics Games, the whole thing was ludicrous and disconcerting. As Frantz Fanon wrote in Wretched of the Earth, “The colonist also makes history and knows it. The history he writes is therefore not the history of the country he is despoiling, but the history of his own nations’ [exploitations, racism, and injustice].”

Tu’a ‘Ofa Atu, Sela E. Finau. s.finau@yahoo.com. Follow her blog @ https://finaus.wordpress.com/.

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Postcolonial Book Review

This is an invitation and reminder that if any of you is interested in doing a book review for Postcolonial Networks, please let me know. If you already have a book that you’re interested in reviewing, great; otherwise, if you need suggestions, I have a growing list.

And, by the way, if you currently have a book out and you’ve had it for over 8 weeks, please message me of when to expect that review. If you’ve already reviewed a book, and interested in reviewing another, please message me as well, and tell me what book you’re interested in reviewing. I have some time this week to order book(s).

Thank you for your contribution to the conversation on postcolonialism, where the subaltern is re-presented, de-othered and re-othered, de-colonized, yet postcolonized, de-claimed and re-claimed, spoken for, and yet not spoken with, differentiated, yet no different, subjected and indigenized, liberated, yet dominated, exotified, yet commodified. historified, yet un-identified, individualized, yet institutionalized.  I could, perhaps, go on?! :)))

“Words empty out with age. Die and rise again, accordingly invested with new meanings, and always equipped with a secondhand memory.” Trinh T. Minh-ha

“The place of the subaltern, as complicated by imperialist project, is confronted by the ‘Subaltern Studies’ group. They must ask: Can the subaltern speak?” Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak

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Posted by on March 14, 2011 in Postcolonial

 

Second day of Postcolonial academic engagement at Brite Divinity School

“I hear you’re roaming the halls. What’s going on?”

That was how one of my conversations went with one of my friends, Chrystal. She was kidding of course with the “roaming the halls” part, nevertheless, I am sure that was what some of them wondered. Why was I there? From curious faces to puzzlement, to surprises, to happy, to cheerful, to maybe, even, suspicious, of my presence. That is of course, until I told them that I was there because of Dr. Kwok Pui Lan. I mainly saw PhD students the day before.

In Chapel, Dr. Kwok Pui Lan preached a sermon titled “The Samaritan Woman at the Well.” This sermon was appropriately chosen in celebration of International Women’s Day. Now, you may be thinking, there’s nothing original in that sermon as it had been preached many times before and continues to be preached today. Certainly that’s what I was thinking. To my pleasant surprise, however, that was not the case. What was different here is that instead of the focus being on Jesus, the focus was on the Samaritan Woman. Dr. Kwok invited us to re-read the story through the Samaritan woman’s lens.

Some of her questions or points that I recall are: why is it that we continue to focus on her five husbands? What is the significance about the five husbands? Why is it that we focus on our interpretation of morality? Why is it that we let her sexual conducts define her totality?  Dr. Kwok would go on to underscore the fact that the Samaritan woman chose to become a bearer of Salvation. She reminded us that the Samaritan woman was a “stranger.” That is, someone who is different from the normative of society or does not conform to society’s expectations. If we pay attention to the “stranger,” it just may bring new possibilities and new horizons. Of course there was more to the sermon, but that’s all I can remember.

After Chapel, Dr. Kwok gave a lecture on the Tiger Mom Syndrome in Weatherly Hall. A very interesting topic that have created a lot of buzz in the U.S. lately.That concluded her visit with Brite Divinity School. It certainly was an honor and privilege to have been in her presence. Here is a link to her CV if you’re not familiar with her scholarship, http://www.eds.edu/sec.asp?pageID=82.

Next up, I sat in with Dr. Namsoon Kang and her Postcolonial class. I absolutely love her classes and her teaching pedagogy. I love the way that she challenges and motivates us students simultaneously. That concluded my visit with Brite for the past two days. I then drove back to Dallas to sit in or participate in a Sample Theology Class taught by a faculty candidate for an open position in Christian Theology at Perkins.

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I will also add that it was also good to see Carl Stoneham there for the last two days. Carl is a PhD student at SMU in Religion and Culture. He is also a Brite graduate.

It was good to catch up with so many friends and colleagues: Adam DJ Brett, Alfie Wines, Crystal Fisher, Christopher Thomas, Michael Riggs and others. Same goes to the professors, as it was great to see them as well, particularly those that I didn’t see yesterday, Toni Craven, Keri Day, David Gouwens, Brian Feille, Nancy Gorsuch.

 
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Posted by on March 8, 2011 in Postcolonial, Student life

 

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A day with Dr. Kwok Pui Lan, A Postcolonial and Feminist Scholar

Today was a very good day, but also very tiring.

Student colloquy at Brite Divinity School with Dr. Kwok Pui Lan went well this morning. That is besides the fact that I arrived late (must be a colored people thing), but only to walk in and see friendly and welcoming faces. As I walked in, Dr. Timothy Lee immediately pointed me to my seat, which as a respondent, I was seated between Dr. Namsoon Kang and Dr. Kwok Pui Lan. That was a great honor!

Topic of discussion: Dr. Kwok Pui Lan’s chapter in Off The Menu: Asian and Asian North American Women’s Religion and Theology. Edited by Dr. Kwok Pui Lan, Dr. Rita Nakashima Brock and others.

Adam DJ Brett was the other respondent. I thought he responded exceedingly well, as always. I was told I did well too! 🙂 I will try to upload a podcast when I have it figured out. It could be sooner if someone can provide me with simple to follow directions. Sorry I did not get everyone’s photo that participated at the student colloquy this morning. (I was a little occupied catching up with people.)

It was so good to see colleagues and friends. It was also so good to see some of my old professors, even if only for a brief moment, Dr. Warren Carter, Dr. James Duke, Dr. Joretta Marshall, and Dr. Leo Perdue.  And of course, Dr. Namsoon Kang and Dr. Timothy Lee. I hope to see the rest tomorrow.

We had lunch with the TCU Religion Department’s faculty and students at the Wesley Foundation.

And to end the day, we also had dinner at a Korean restaurant in Fort Worth with BASA (Brite Asian Student Association).

About this morning: I roamed around Brite/TCU looking for a parking and unfortunately could not find one. I was not expecting the parking fiasco there. But I was glad to see their new building under construction. I ended up parking illegally, and received a nice parking ticket from TCU.

Summing up my thoughts for today is that song from Cheers:

Making your way in the world today

Takes everything you’ve got.

Taking a break from all your worries

Sure would help a lot.

Wouldn’t you like to get away?

 

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name

and they’re always glad you came.

You wanna be where you can see

our troubles are all the same

You wanna be where

Everybody knows

Your name.

 

You wanna go where people know

People are all the same

You wanna go where

Everybody knows your name.

 
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Posted by on March 7, 2011 in Postcolonial, Student life

 

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peoples, cultures, rituals, and beliefs

A couple of excellent TED Talks on peoples, cultures, rituals, and beliefs, by Anthropologist Wade Davis. I am not always in favor of a non-indigenous person telling indigenous peoples’ stories, but in this case, I support Wade Davis and his important work.

If you are someone who is interested in culture, and I can’t imagine who wouldn’t be, this is kind of important. Please watch these two videos.

Here’s a couple selected excerpts from the second video:

“….the central revelation of anthropology, and that is the idea that the world in which we live in does not exist in some absolute sense, but is just one model of reality, the consequence of one particular set of adaptive choices that our lineage made, albeit successfully, many generations ago.”

“A language is not just a body of vocabulary or a set of grammatical rules. A language is a flash of the human spirit. It’s a vehicle through which the soul of each particular culture comes into the material world. Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind, a watershed, a thought, an ecosystem of spiritual possibilities….What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your language, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the ancestors or anticipate the promise of the children? And yet, that dreadful fate is indeed the plight of somebody somewhere on Earth roughly every two weeks, because every two weeks, some elder dies and carries with him [sic] into the grave the last syllables of an ancient tongue….Some of you who say, “Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we all just spoke one language?” And I say, “Great, let’s make that language Yoruba. Let’s make it Cantonese. Let’s make it Kogi.” And you’ll suddenly discover what would be like to be unable to speak your own language.”

All this to say, it’s important to teach your children your native language for what it carries, represents, and stories it tells from the past and onward to the future.

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2011 in Culture, Life, Postcolonial

 

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The islands, my home!

Last week I was back home in the islands. No, not back home in Tonga, but back home in Hawai’i. You see, I grew up in Hawai’i. I attended elementary school and intermediate school there. So, it is in many ways my home. I have countless families there, old childhood friends and, even childhood enemies (that unfortunately are still fresh in memory). The islands – my home.

It had been a long 2 ½ years since I last visited. I have been occupied and consumed with working full-time and attending grad school full time that my leisure time is very limited. Needless to say, this was a much needed visit.

I was so excited when I landed in the islands that I started taking pictures at the airport. If you’re familiar with Honolulu International Airport, you know there’s an open walkway from the gate to the baggage claim area. I couldn’t resist, but like a child who just landed in Disneyland, I immediately took out my camera and started taking pictures of the sky, of the coconut trees, the airport tower, and of the Welcome sign. To tell you the truth, I really wanted to run over and hug the coconut trees. Talk about a FOB, (Fresh off the Boat) that was me. Just replace the Boat with a Plane and you get a FOP – Fresh off the Plane! My Polynesian family will know what I’m talking about here, and laugh. Ok, family, you may stop laughing now.

While there in the islands, I visited with families, ate lots of local food, and went sight seeing, as if I hadn’t seen them a million times before. I took so many pictures of everyday stuff, that my family said I was such a tourist. That didn’t bother me one bit because if you have ever left home, and went back for a visit, then you know what I’m talking about. I have so many pictures of the beach, the coconut trees, the skies, the mountains, and even The Bus, and Zippy’s.

One particular day, my nephew Lua and I drove around the island. Lua is 20 years old, born and raised in Hawai’i. I asked Lua if we could visit ‘Iolani Palace, and Lua, to my surprise, said he’s never been there. I said, “What? You have got to be kidding me. Come, let me give you a tour as I used to take field trips there when I was in grade school.” Off we go to ‘Iolani Palace. We then walked next door to the State Capital Building. Both of these places symbolizes many things to many people, but for me as a Pacific Islander, it reminds me of what once was a monarchy of the Hawai’ian people- a Polynesian people – my people. Perhaps you have only read the story of Hawai’i from the conquers’ perspectives. But this is not the full story. The story of ‘Iolani Palace is filled with deceit, forced, assault, betrayal, oppression, and defeat. Do you know of Queen Lili’uokalani? She was the beloved Princess, later Queen of the Hawai’ian people. She was the last of the monarchy that was overthrown by the U.S. Government. The next door building, the State Capital, tells the story only from the conquers’ victorious account. Hawai’i, the 50th State, it has become!

Anyway, to finish telling about my island visit – we visited my childhood neighborhoods, schools, and ate at the local joint called Rainbow, in Kapahulu. The food at Rainbow is okay, but visiting Rainbow wasn’t just about the food; rather, it was about visiting my child-hood days, and I do mean child-HOOD days! It was an awesome feeling to be back in the Hood of Kapahulu.

Returning back home to the islands was truly the best feeling for me, and it was the highlight of my Summer. Returning back to the daily roasting 100+ degree temperature in the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex was just the opposite. Although I have lived here, in the DFW area most of my life, it is not home. And, I am often reminded by those inquiring minds by asking, “where are you from?” (A story for another day!)

As another semester gets under way in just a few more days, I am not at all thrilled. I wish that I can hurry up and finish this degree so I can move back to the islands. I moved away from the islands not by my own choice. It was my parent’s decision, in search for a better way of life. I have high regards for my parents. But twenty plus years later, is it a better way of life? I will say that my parent’s decision afforded me many opportunities, economically and academically. We’ll leave it there for now.

Still, I miss home. I miss the islands.

-I was moved to write this note after reading my friend Brian’s note on being “homesick.” Thanks, Brian.

-Originally written as a facebook note, August 2010.

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2010 in Culture, Postcolonial

 

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