The future according to Mr Google


Eric Schmidt, speaking with Alan Rusbridger of The Guardian:

“There’s a lot of discussion in the world about the two billion that are connected,” he says. “We spend all day talking about the issues of e-commerce and start-ups and globalisation and so forth, and we forget that the majority of people are not online and that they will come online, the majority of them in the next five years.

It’s going to happen very fast. It’s going to happen in countries which don’t have the same principles that we in America have from the British legal system – around law and privacy and those sorts of things. All sorts of crazy stuff is going to happen. Human societies can’t change that fast without both good and negative implications.”

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Beautiful music video from up and coming artist Nesrine Faith and young film-maker Abby Alcala. 


francis chan: MULTIPLY


Almost two years ago, my family and I were in Asia trying to figure out where the Lord wanted us to live and minister. While apartment hunting in Hong Kong, I had a strong sense that God wanted me to return to the US. There was more I was supposed to do in convincing Christians to make disciples.

This is very exciting. 

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It is a sad state of affairs when my consumer choices communicate subtle social messages on major political matters. So, now, if I eat at Chik-fil-a, I hate gays…if I buy a shirt at JC Penny, I love lesbians…if I shop at Amazon, I am contributing directly to political lobbying in favor of same-sex marriage. This is absurd

I know it’s always been this way, but now it’s more public than ever. There are picket lines in front of fast food restaurants that were lauded for their food and business practices a month ago, and now, if I want some nuggets, my more politically liberal friends will label me a bigot. If there’s a sweet sale at JC Penny on dress shirts, my Christian friends will accuse me of endorsing an anti-biblical lifestyle…

Damned if I do…damned if I do so something else! 

Let me be clear on one thing. I’m a Christian. I believe the Bible is the word of God for mankind, and I do not hate gays. On the contrary, I love them…as much as I love anyone else, with a love I am able to extend because Christ first loved me. However, I also believe that God’s intention for sexual intimacy is to be between one man and one woman within the confines of marriage. Anything outside of this is outside of God’s good design - adultery, rape, prostitution, incest, pornography, homosexuality, and even sexual intimacy between two otherwise wholesome romantic (unmarried) young lovers. 

Let me also be clear on another thing - if you fall into one of these categories, I DO NOT HATE YOU. I hope that was clear enough. Just because I believe something you do is wrong, doesn’t mean I hate you. “You’re wrong.” is not the same thing as “I hate you.”. If you find yourself in one of these categories, I view you no differently than someone who struggles with lying, impatience, anger, self-righteousness…or any other of a multitude of sinful choices. 

I wish you could meet Jesus, as I have. I wish you could know the love of God that causes your heart to break, realizing you’ve offended and essentially murdered him. I want you to know Him. Once you meet him, I’m confident that his love, his mercy, his offer of forgiveness, and the power of His Spirit, will draw you to turn from your sinful habits, lifestyles and deeds - what we call repentance. 

This is by no means a complete treatise on what I believe about these matters…and I know that some of you will only read hate and judgment into my words…others of you will wish I had been more harsh, less welcoming. Let me say to both camps, I know a thing or two about being sinful, about forgiveness, about mercy, love and acceptance first hand. I also know what it’s like to be judged, to be ostracized, to be the outcast, and the underdog. I am ever so glad that Jesus was not so harsh on me. He treated me tenderly - not with kid gloves - firmly, but gently…even still, He is bringing me to repentance for thoughts, postures, and actions that are against His will for my life, and though it’s not always easy, it’s loving. 



"Why do Christians always ask how sinful something is, rather than ask how righteous it could be? Why do Christians ask God to change everything around them, before they think to say to God: ‘change me’? No matter how many times God has come through for us, we’re still overcome with fears, worries, and doubts. Lord make us more aware of how immense and all powerful you are, of how near you are to us, and how, in the end, your purpose for our life is the only thing that matters."

- Unka Glen (

(via jspark3000)

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"It’s a mind-blowing concept that the God who created the universe might be looking for company, a real relationship with people, but the thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between grace and karma.
[Karma says] what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics—in physical laws—every action is met by an equal or an opposite one. It’s clear to me that karma is at the very heart of the universe. I’m absolutely sure of it. And yet, along comes this idea called grace to upend all that ‘as you sow, so you will reap’ stuff. Grace defies reason and logic. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff.
It doesn’t excuse my mistakes, but I’m holding out for grace. I’m holding out that Jesus took my sins onto the cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don’t have to depend on my own religiosity."

- Bono from U2 (via jspark3000)
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This is awesome. More than 10 years ago, some friends and I were looking for a venue for their punk band to play. Their music was decent enough, but the style didn’t fit with what was generally accepted by our college, at the time. They didn’t promote that type of music and getting any kind of support was really tough. Finding a venue on campus was also quite tough.  So since we couldn’t play the game by their rules, we created a new game. 

We decided that since we couldn’t get the band any recognition in the current system, we’d create a new one. 
Thus, Brierstock was born. We reserved a small room in the basement of the cafeteria, rented a small-ish sound system, borrowed a platform stage, created a fake rival record label, did some anonymous advertising, booked a few other bands and created our college’s first underground rock show. 
Brierstock was glorious. Let’s be honest, the first year sucked. The sound was bad, the music was loud, the lights were cheap. Everything was built on a foundation of rebellion, but in some ways, that’s what rock music is all about. We felt like our rebellion was justified. 
For the next 5 years Brierstock was run by one of the four of us that originally spear-headed the first one. It got big. It eventually became one of the most highly anticipated musical events of the year. It always happened just after yearbooks came out, and just before finals, so as to give tired students a break from their studies, and so as to give wannabe rock stars one more huge thing to help with their procrastination efforts.
Anthony Creech, one of the original four, is now on staff at the school, training in the area videography and production, lecturing on media and culture, and teaching on subjects ranging from technology to theology. He’s also a writer for The Moose Jaw Times Herald, where the photo above first appeared.
He originally posted this on Tumblr, via Instagram. Our little underground rock festival, a crazy idea to try and give our punk band a place to play, is now a major annual event…and it’s getting outside media coverage. 
Like I said, this is awesome.  


Brierstock still going and gets covered by the paper. (not my coverage) (Taken with Instagram at Briercrest College)

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"We have the best deal in the universe: trade in your sin for Eternal Glory and Endless Joy and the Creator of the Universe. Trade in your sorrow for rejoicing. Trade in your hurts for healing. Trade in a spirit of rebellion for a Spirit of fruitfulness. Trade in death for life. Trade in idols for Jesus. That’s a pretty good deal, you know."


I awoke suddenly from a bad dream. The clock glared an angry red 2:46. My eyes strained in the darkness, trying to find anything in the physical world that might have triggered what I had just experienced in deep REM. 

Neurons fired in my brain, as I drowsily looked around wide-eyed, going through the list in my head - “do you smell smoke?  -No ; do you see flames?  -No ; do you feel heat?  -No ; Do you hear sirens, roars, crackles or screams?  -No ; is there a red-orange glow coming from any direction…?  -No” 

"Thank God. It was just a dream."

What a dream it was, though. Shocking, frightening, surprising -and real. It felt real, anyway.

I had been standing in the kitchen, not my kitchen, nor any I recognized for that matter, but it felt familiar. I was cooking something. As I cooked my food, I saw something flicker in the corner of my eye. However, I thought nothing of it. A moment later, I saw it again, and directed my gaze toward the sight. It was a flame. A tea towel hanging from the side of the refrigerator had caught fire. The flame was climbing the towel, and within seconds it had spread to the unusual multitude of combustible things atop of the ice box. There was a bath towel hanging over the back of a kitchen chair, so I quickly grabbed it and started slamming it against the fiery objects, hoping to smother the flames. Whatever they were, the objects were extremely light, and as I hit them with the larger towel, they flew across the room, like projectiles thrown from a trebuchet. Soon, flames were beginning to crawl across the entire room. Seconds away from a full-blown inferno, I panicked. Without thinking I began to scream.


"Daddy! Daddy! Help!"

"Help me, Daddy!"


Then I woke up. It was over.

Eyes thrown open, I scanned the room for any sign of fire… It was a few moments before I was able to get back to sleep…or before I even felt safe enough to try.

What really stuck out to me the next day was my instinct to call out for my father. Up until that point in the dream, there was no sign that my father was in the house with me. I didn’t think about calling out to him. I just did it. I was faced with an impossibly difficult situation. I panicked. I called out for my father. It was very natural.

Before going to bed that evening, I had been reading a book called Radical by David Platt. In the section I was reading, he was comparing the modern Western church and the church in the first century. One of the most stark differences he noted was the early church’s need, their absolute desperation for the Holy Spirit to work in their midst. If the Spirit didn’t work, it didn’t get done. He said that by and large, you don’t see that need in the West. If the Spirit doesn’t work, things look pretty much the same, because we tend to do things out of our own strength. We don’t take risks. 

"the problem for us is that in our culture we are tempted at every turn to trust in our own power…So the challenge for us is to live in such a way that we are radically dependent on and desperate for the power that only God can provide."

I’d also fought with my wife earlier that evening…and I didn’t pray during the fight at all…not once. I had been in a situation in which I desperately needed the Holy Spirit to act, and I didn’t turn to Him.


My kitchen was on fire, and I didn’t call out for my father…