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Why the city can kill you

by Lon on February 9, 2010

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Continuing the last few posts on “God’s bias for the city”, “why cities matter” and “why Toronto matters“; much of what makes cities great is also what makes cities dark and depressing.

Cities amplify the best, but also the very worst, of humanity.

City centers are fueled by individual self-interest.  Everybody goes to the city to  ‘get’ something – career, education, entertainment, money, power, sex, etc.

Population density in cities with limited resources and limited opportunities creates a competitive and tension filled culture.

The pace of the city makes people less compassionate even when they may want to be, ie.  “I can’t stop to help that person because I’ve got to get somewhere to get something.”

Cities are deceptive. In the words of Jay Z and Alicia Keys Empire state of mind – “These streets will make you feel brand new, The lights will inspire you”.  The problem is that while the city may be alive, that doesn’t mean you are.

The busyness of cities prevents us from stopping, reflecting, and asking questions like ‘why’ until we’re completely broken and miserable.

Cities are dense with living beings that refuses to connect with one another.  ie. I can be nose-to-nose with another human being crammed in a gloriously life-filled subway and we can completely ignore each other.  This chips away at our humanity daily because we know something’s not right.

The diversity in cities naturally brings with it conflicting interests and cultural clashes.  Not only does the fringes of culture collide, but those who are already oppressed, are condensed into tight spaces which creates an even more volatile environment.  People can be ticking time bombs.

Cities thrive on anonymity.  Relationships become transactions and we further dehumanize one another.

Cities export evil. Cities inherently create, magnify, and propagate culture.  When it’s bad, it’s bad for everyone.  ie. how cities of the west have led the cycle of work-to-excessively-consume lifestyle now seen as the pinnacle of living for those in rural, village, suburban communities.Cities often displace wildlife and native cultures (we name our neighborhoods and streets after what we’ve destroyed ie. shady oaks, parkway forest, etc.)

Whether it’s for more affordable housing or an easier lifestyle – cities build up towards high-rise apartments.  The living-in-a-box-in-the-sky infrastructure (that I currently live in) disconnects our relationship to the land and creation.

Cities can become empires.  Empires oppress neighboring cultures, serve only the privileged few, and have an insatiable need to always expand and conquer.

And the list goes on.  While murder rates are actually dropping in many cities compared to rural areas, cities can cause a death you’re not even aware of because it’s so broadly accepted.

With all that being said, cities are crucial and strategic to our global future.  We need people in the city, especially those who want to seek the good of the city.

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City of the Blind

by Lon on October 5, 2009

u2 city of blinding lights Continuing the series of posts on U2 songs, “City of Blinding Lights” is also a favorite.  It’s musically reminiscent of “Where the streets have no name” with a brilliant intro.

I think I heard Barack Obama use it as his entrance music a number of times during the campaign.

As with many u2 songs there are a number of conflicting images in the song.

A couple of simple repeated lines throughout the song, make me go hrm…

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

For some reason it makes me think of an old story I heard originally by H.G. Wells called Country of the Blind.  (Doing some research on it, I realize there’s several renditions of it, below is a summary strictly from my own twisted memory).

There once was a remote city struck with a disease that caused complete blindness of all it’s inhabitants and it’s descendants.

The people eventually adapted to life being blind.  It became so normal that the very concept of sight was all but forgotten after several generations had passed.

A man with perfect vision stumbles into the city.  His heart breaks because he realizes an entire people group have no idea of the colors and beauty that surround them as they feel their way through the dark.

He commits himself to sharing this wonderful gift of vision he has with the people of the city.

He befriends the people and begins describing to them textures, and tints, and things in the distance.  He points out beautiful features on their faces, the blues across the skies, and the yellowness of the sun.

But the people of the city think he’s gone mad as they are unable to comprehend what the man is passionately illustrating.

Having compassion, the people of the city take hold of the man, to help cure him of his illness.

And they gouge out his eyes.

I wonder if this man would be singing “Can you see the beauty inside of me?  What happened to the beauty I had inside of me? ”

Ever been there? Had a spark of hope that no one understood?  Saw something that was so overwhelmingly beautiful that you couldn’t put words to it, but you tried to share it anyways?  Only to then have them crush it and rip it from your soul?

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Small men with big ideas

by Lon on September 21, 2009

u2_no_line_on_the_horizon-2009Since the U2 concert last week I’ve been revisiting my love of music in general.  I haven’t really listened to the radio in years, and have opted for books and talks during my winding down time. 

While I still find it hard to sit down and do nothing but listen to music, there’s still something beautiful about just catching a great riff or a powerful lyric.

I’ve decided I’m going to do a series of posts on some of my personal U2 highlights.  I know volumes of books and blogs have already been written on them, but amuse me, won’t you?  I’m not sure how long this will go for, or if I’ll move on to some other band/artist.  But they’ll do for now.

One lyric that’s stuck with me from the recent album is in the song Stand up Comedy.  A friend and I were having lunch a few months back and started talking about the album, and this one same line came to both of our minds.

“be careful Of small men with big ideas”

The interesting thing is we had completely different impressions of the verse. I shared about how it echoed one of my fears of being a person with great visions and weak in character. My buddy Zaya (who’s actually written a few guest posts here) shared about the hope of having powerful ideas even if you’re low on the ladder.

I wonder if the discrepancy had anything to do with our cultural narratives? Myself being Asian, known for mass-production and corner cutting. And Zaya being shaped by an African oppression narrative? I’m not sure, but like the Scriptures, there’s something mysterious when what you’re examining starts looking back at you.

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God at the Taco Bell…

by Lon on April 29, 2009

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I was lining up for the Tuesday special at Taco Bell, and overheard the lady next to me making her order with what seemed like forced extra-polite English. I looked over and noticed she was an older Asian lady, and figured she must have immigrated here not too long ago, and imagined what a difficult life it must have been integrating into a new country.

Then I realized she was with her daughter who was probably in her late twenties… with very obvious Down syndrome. It hit me that I had no idea just how hard her life has been and the disappointing realities she must have struggled with.

The lady was gently guiding her daughter though the ordering and payment process at the Taco Bell.

My heart just broke for them.

Not because of the situation they were in, but because I could see the decades of care and concern her mother had for her.

The daughter’s core identity was not that of a Down syndrome sufferer, but a child deeply loved and adored.

Ain’t that the truth about God and all His children?

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Love Comes Down – The highlights reel

by Lon on February 24, 2009

I finally got around to compiling a highlights video of last Sunday’s Solar Crash event, Love Comes Down.

It’s pretty hard compressing a whole evening of footage, but I tried. I know less is more, but I tried to create one video giving everyone a bit of time.

Let me know if you’d like to help or be a part of the next one!

If you weren’t there, here’s a taste of what you missed. enjoy!

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Party Time!

by Lon on February 13, 2009

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Solar Crash goes offline again this Sunday with “Love Comes Down“.

Creativity.  Spirituality.  Art.  Music.  Dance.  Community.  Cause.

Doors open at the El Mocambo night club at 6pm, Show goes live at 7pm.

You can still RSVP via

See you there!

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Love comes down…

by Lon on January 9, 2009

Mark your calendars!

The next SolarCrash event, Love Comes Down, will be Feb. 15th.  2009 @ the El Mocambo night club.

We’re going to try and redeem valentine’s day this time around.

Allow your imagination to be provoked by an evening of live music, performances, & visual arts from local talents

Connect with others over drinks, conversation & participate in a collaborative arts project

Be informed & be involved with helping make the world a little bit better. 100% of ticket sales will be going towards charity.

RSVP yourself via facebook here.

If you, or someone you know, would like to help or contribute at the event, contact me.

More details at the event site.  See below for a highlight reel from the last time.


Solar Crash – Event Highlights from serenaray on Vimeo.

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Little Saviors…

by Lon on December 25, 2008

The clock just struck Christmas here, and a song by the goo goo dolls is playing in my head.

And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
Cuz I don’t need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days

So take these words
And sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight’s the night the world begins again

And it’s someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And that’s faith and trust and peace while we’re alive
And the one poor child that saved this world
And there’s 10 million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them

Regardless of what day Christ was really born on, today we celebrate a moment that changed history forever.

But really, shouldn’t every single child born make a mark on humanity?

Is there a way we can see the hope of salvation resting in every person we encounter, without devaluing Christ?

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