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            Wednesday, January 19, 2005
     
            An open letter to President Bush 
               
              ----- Original Message -----  
 From: Carey Bear 
 To: president@whitehouse.gov 
 Sent: Wednesday, January 19, 2005 3:27 PM
 Subject: Please Reconsider
 
 Dear President Bush,
 
 I respectfully request that you reconsider wearing  the commissioned beaver fur cowboy hat for your inauguration tomorrow.  You  have said that you wish to "build bridges" this term, but wearing fur only burns  them.  Most Americans find the idea of wearing fur very cruel and out of  touch with a compassionate society.  Please, President Bush, consider  sending us a message of compassion tomorrow and show that you truly do have  respect for life.  
 
 Beavers feel as much pain as dogs and other  mammals.  The beavers used for your hat suffered immense pain and  torment.  Please, do not support this cruel, inhumane, and outdated  practice.  
 
 Sincerely,
 
 Carey Bear
 United States Citizen
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              posted by Jeremy Bear 3:39 PM
                
               
     
   
            Tuesday, January 18, 2005
     
             God is good 
               
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 Matt is nowhere near as creepy as this picture makes him out to be. |  Spent a significant chunk of the weekend with my long-treasured college chum Matt Hoffland.  He's a minister/husband/father of three from Wisconsin and the old guy and I were in a number of dramatic productions together during my Grace College days (including my personal all-time-proudest dramatic moment:  playing Biff to his Willy Loman in Death of a Salesman).
 
 Anyhow, Hoff's way in the upperatosphere, talent-wise.  A gifted writer and dramatist and a truly formidable musical performer.  I usually find very little inspriation in most Christian music, but I've always found his CDs awfully touching and sincere.  I suppose part of it is because I know the heart of the guy behind it, but I don't know.  "I need a Hoff in my life," I told Carey the other day.
 
 He's got a way of reminding me of things I already know, but tend to forget.  He told me about his ministry at Camp Forest Springs, his wife, his dreams, his goals, his successes, his love for his kids.  "God is good," he'd say periodically throughout the weekend, and he meant it.
 
 I've been told my whole life that "God is good".  That blessings are blessings from God and that hardships are opportunities.  "God is good"?  It's certainly possible.  That's been one big, fat pill to swallow for my loved ones and me over the course of the last year.  A case can certainly be made that, if God exists at all, He isn't good.  Or fair.  Or just.  Or empathetic.
 
 "God is good."
 
 "God is not good."
 
 If anything, the past year has asked me to believe one and understand the other.  Sometimes, I wish I had every single answer.  I really do.
 
 God is "good"?
 
 I don't know.  But I'll believe it.
 
 And Hoff, if you're reading, it was great having you.  We really need to do it again, brother. 
              posted by Jeremy Bear 8:59 AM
                
               
     
 
 
 
		  
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