White Kwanzaa

In expectedly racist fashion, Germany provides a thoroughly white Kwanzaa for its residents this year. At least Christmas went by mostly without a hitch and I can get back to worrying about my move.

Church was interesting. It seemed to be the same as every other year (including the songs), except the sermon. It provided only minor variations, but those were interesting. It was all about accepting that superficial consumer culture doesn't buy you happiness (like they say every year), that Jesus is love (ditto) and that you have to accept a dark side, and not suppress all the negative things that happen to you, but deal with them instead, like failed relationships. This was interesting for two reasons: I don't think I have heard (teenagers of all people) refer to "failed relationships" as something Jesus should be helping them with in speech, in church. Not that I disapprove.

But when the priest went on about dark sides and mentioned all the bad things that happened this year, like the BP oil-spill, I kept thinking "and the child-molestation epidemic in your church, right? You're going to mention this, won't you?" But, no. He just went on and on about other terrible things that happened elsewhere and were the fault of other people. Such as "Afganistan and Iraq, two countries living in figurative darkness". And the more he didn't mention the pedophile elephant in the room, the more I thought "Really, church? Really?"

Apparently yes, really.

In other news, I almost didn't do anything to help with my move and insulted my mom's food for lunch instead. Then I made everyone have miso and Jasmin tea for dinner, so they get to have some Asia in their lives, too.