This weekend, I watched three ladies I admire a great deal accomplish a difficult thing.
My wife Michelle and two of our scouts finished the Hiking Merit Badge by completing a 20-mile hike along the Yellowstone Railroad rail bed trail in Island Park, hiking from the Johnny Sack Cabin to near the Polebridge Campground.
One of the scouts is a rancher and avid hiker and wanted to complete the badge for fun. The other has some physical disabilities that make swimming and cycling difficult tasks, so to get her Eagle rank, she needed Hiking.
So both were highly motivated, and Michelle, bless her, was along for the ride. Or walk, as the case may be.
This is a good metaphor for life. We can often accomplish challenging things if we want them badly enough. And these three ladies did, if for different reasons.
There are also metaphors for preparation and adaptability.
I was driving the "rescue vehicle," in case there were difficulties along the route. I picked the route I wanted to follow by looking at Google Maps, planning out where to meet the group along the trail to provide assistance and a potty break when needed. At one point, however, the intended path was flooded -- literally. We were in water up to the axles and the next lake/puddle was even deeper. So we had to back up for about 1/4 of a mile to get out of the muck and then had to race to try to catch up to the hikers. We missed them at one stop, meaning they had to walk an extra distance before the bathroom break could take place. They were intrepid. And I was cautious enough that the only bad thing that happened was a missed potty break, not a flooded-out rescue vehicle.
Best part of the day was hearing their whoops and hollers when they tried to call us but the call didn't get through -- so we went to the trail and saw them coming at the end.
So today on Facebook, this image – or rather the concealment thereof – gained a lot of traction:
The image revealed shows a pair of glasses bringing a flower growing up through a cobblestone street into focus, with blurred images of people milling about in the background.
There’s also an unattributed quote on the image: “Stand up for what you believe in even if you are standing alone.”
Outrage on the ‘book, of course, is rampant. Or at least there in some form, let’s not exaggerate.
Nefarious mischief of Facebook’s ban-happy algorithm is presented, without evidence, as the main culprit. Many people are begging the question: Why is Facebook banning this image? They don’t want us to stand up for what we believe in?”
My theory: This is a fake news banning fueled by someone or someone wanting to fuel anti-Facebook sentiment by using Facebook’s own tools against it.
Let’s break things down, first of all. Understanding what’s in the image might be helpful. I doubt it, but I’s fun figuring it out.
Let’s start with the quote. As far as I can tell, the quote is attributed to Sophie Scholl, an anti-Nazi activist who was executed in 1943 for passing out anti-war pamphlets in Munich. Whether or not she actually said it is up for debate.
It’s quite possible she said something similar to this in German – her Wikipedia page includes the quote “Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by many others. They just don't dare express themselves as we did,” which expresses a parallel sentiment.
This direct quote is attributed to Andy Biersack, singer for the Black Veil Pirates.
It’s also associated in many ways with Atticus Finch, protagonist of the novel “To Kill A Mockingbird.”
So clearly going to the Internets to find out who said this and why the sentiment might draw the ire of the Facebook censors is a dry well.
And the image?
Hard to tell. It has echoes of a few things I’m familiar with.
The glasses evoke this scene from the Battleship Potempkin, a Russian silent film from 1925.
(pertinent scene at 6:37)
The flower evokes this scene from Joe Versus the Volcano, a contemporary American film.
But images of flowers and glasses in similar contexts abound; certainly others could find instances familiar to them as well.
So let’s revisit that theory: Posting the image, well, that’s good and all, but it’s easily ignored. Get it banned, however, and it circulates due to the outrage machine Facebook is famous for.
Who benefits?
Hard to tell. People who don’t like Facebook, I guess.
But there’s more text on the photo: a URL: fb.com/mywhisperoftheheart
Go there and KABLOOIE more evidence of FACEBOOK CENSORSHIP.
The page isn’t there anymore, just this:
So the circle of conspiracy is complete.
Facbook’s less-than-transparent censorshipping of stuff doesn’t help. The original poster of this image might know what “community standard” the image violated, but clearly they’re not telling. And Facebook would only tell them in vague or indefinite terms – this is someone who’s spent time in Facebook Jail talking.
So is it easier to assume:
1.Something in this image is so violent and sinister that innocent Facebookers individually reported it enough times that it was banned.
2.Something in this image is a trigger for the snowflakes who jumped on the bandwagon of bannination.
3.The original poster of the image reported it and got enough friends to report it the image was banninated.
But who benefits? There seem to be no profit in this situation.
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The Best Part
God's Smuggler, by Brother Andrew and and John and Elizabeth Sherill.
(Andrew and his wife Corrie have just consented to sell their home in Holland for the equivalent of $15,000 so they can purchase 5,000 pocket bibles in Russian for distribution to the faithful in Russia.)
[A phone call] For it was from the Dutch Bible Society, asking me if I could arrange to have the printing done somewhere else.
I had? In England! Well, here is what they proposed. They would pay half the cost. If the Bibles cost $3 each to print, I could purchase them for $1.50. And although the Society would pay for the entire printing as soon as it was ready, I would need to pay for my supplies only as I used them. If this was satisfactory --
If it was satisfactory! I could scarcely believe what I had heard. I could be able to buy six hundred Bibles -- all we could carry at one time -- right away out of our "Russian Bible" fund. And we wouldn't have to leave our home, and Corrie could go on sewing the pink curtains for Steffie's room, and I could set out my lettuce flats and -- I could hardly wait to tell Corrie what God had done with the thimbleful of willingness we had offered Him.
Sure. Chalk it up to coincidence all you want. But God does work in mysterious ways, and recognizes the gift of sacrifice.