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Mo Gawdat Podcast 2023
EPISODIO DE EMERGENCIA Mo Gawdat Podcast E252
EMERGENCY EPISODE Mo Gawdat Podcast E252
“It is not about how long.” Mo Gawdat
Along with other things I didn’t ask for, Tik Tok appeared on my computer. Often the snippets of American life are sad and depressing; we see we are losing, if we ever had it, a grace that drug use, homelessness, terror, war, insufficient food, violence – sexual and otherwise – are designed to stamp out.
America and Americans did exhibit a grace. Perhaps it was the grace of innocence. Or ignorance.
In any case I was riveted by the Tik Tok presentation of a young white male apparently over-dosed on what seemed to be the stairs of an institution, perhaps a college. A collection of janitors, passersby and medics were rushing to help him, but from the look of things, it was too late.
Some genius placed WHITNEY HOUSTON singing The Goodness of God Duration over this scene. Just her extraordinary voice. I felt shattered – in a good way; profoundly – by the juxtaposition. This “shattering” is – for those not of the Love Faith that some have inherited from the marvel of Existence itself – what is called, or was called in the church in which I grew up and was baptized, “Surrendering” or “Getting happy.” To see this occurring in a grownup you knew as staid and proper, in his or her daily life, was incredibly thrilling to a six and seven year old. You wondered if you would ever have that same capacity to exhibit spiritual freedom, regardless that people were watching you. What you learn if you are lucky is that you can have this experience even alone in front of your computer.
Artificial Intelligence is apparently poised to take away a lot of what makes us human and capable of intense spiritual and emotional states. Hence the grief that smashes into our faith.
It goes deeper. The ones who handed slaves the Bible later handed them the word for “God.” Lord. For of course they were lords and why wouldn’t the grandest being they could imagine be but a bigger version of themselves? Those who wish to rule us, to have us living in 15 minute cities and eating crickets would impose their own “Masters of the Universe” label for themselves. But just as Mo Gawdat reminds us that “it is not about how long,” we can remind ourselves of the many kinds of artificial intelligence we have already outrun. That it is the “duration” itself that is assured, and we, in whatever form, are to witness that. Or, in the words of another of our heartrending songs: “He didn’t bring me this far, just to leave me.”
Whitney’s mother, Cissy Houston, also sings Goodness Of God. And, to my ears, her singing of it is superior. Also, if you Google the song, you will see someone has thoughtfully provided the lyrics. But Whitney’s singing – some of the words a bit slurred or almost swallowed – reminds us, as soul warriors, of the struggles and the losses. Not just from drugs. Rest in peace Whitney and Michael whom we will love into forever. Not just between us and “the lord” but between us and our mothers.
Between us and the devil so often described and denounced in our church. A devil that turns out to be, too often, our unfortunate blinding by the light that looks like sun (the ultimate God and soul of Earth; along with Love) but is not. Only a fake “gold” ever glinting before us as we rush to possess it, and finding, usually too late, that it wasn’t worth the chase.~aw
EPISODIO DE EMERGENCIA Mo Gawdat Podcast E252
Post updated 2023-09-26: Whitney Houston & ~aw
EPISODIO DE EMERGENCIA Mo Gawdat Podcast E252“No se trata de por cuánto tiempo” Mo Gawdat
Junto con otras cosas que no pedí, apareció Tik Tok en mi computadora. A menudo, los fragmentos de la vida estadounidense son tristes y deprimentes; vemos que estamos perdiendo, si es que alguna vez la tuvimos, una gracia que el consumo de drogas, la falta de vivienda, el terror, la guerra, la exigua alimentación y la violencia (sexual y de otro tipo) están destinadas a erradicar.
Los Estados Unidos y los estadounidenses en verdad mostraban una gracia. Quizás era la gracia de la inocencia. O de la ignorancia.
En cualquier caso, me sobrecogió la presentación en Tik Tok de un joven blanco por lo visto con una sobredosis de droga en lo que parecían ser las escaleras de una institución, tal vez una universidad. Un grupo de conserjes, transeúntes y médicos se apuraban a ayudarlo, pero por lo que parecía, ya era demasiado tarde.
Algún genio puso a WHITNEY HOUSTON cantando “The Goodness of God” como fondo de esta escena. Sólo su extraordinaria voz. Me sentí destrozada –en buen sentido; profundamente – por la yuxtaposición.
Es más profundo. Los que le entregaron la Biblia a los esclavos luego les dieron la palabra “Dios”. Señor. Porque, por supuesto, eran señores y ¿por qué el ser más grandioso que pudiesen imaginar no iba a ser más que una versión mayor de ellos mismos?
La madre de Whitney, Cissy Houston, también canta esta canción. Y, para mis oídos, su forma de cantarla es superior. Además, si lo buscas en Google, verás que alguien ha añadido la letra cuidadosamente. Pero el canto de Whitney (algunas de las palabras un poco arrastradas o casi tragadas) nos recuerda, como guerreros del alma, las luchas y las pérdidas. No sólo por las drogas. Descansen en paz Whitney y Michael. No sólo entre nosotros y “el Señor”, sino entre nosotros y nuestras madres.
Nosotros y el diablo tantas veces descritos y denunciados en nuestra iglesia. Un demonio que resulta ser, con demasiada frecuencia, nuestro desafortunado enceguecimiento por la luz que parece el sol (el supremo Dios y alma de la Tierra; junto con el amor) pero no lo es. Solo es un “oro” falso siempre brillando ante nosotros mientras corremos para adueñárnoslo, cuya persecución no vale la pena.~ aw
