Monday, December 29, 2008

Both And - Sermon from Dec 28, 2008

Advent and Christmas have been celebrated. New Years is around the corner. We are in a liminal space - an in-between time. At this time we tend to look back and then look forward. Some of us look more in one direction than the other.

I spent my Christmas with my family. I got to talk about some really interesting things. One of those conversations had to do with the artist Escher. Escher is an artist who is most famous for his mathematical drawings. One of his pieces is a Mobius Strip with ants on it.



My brother and I talked about the marvel of Escher's art and especially about the Mobius Strip. We discussed it with his 10 year old daughter. She was intrigued. We explained that although the Mobius Strip appears to have 2 sides, it really only has one side. As you look it, you can see that the inside is the outside and the outside is the inside. Unlike a simple loop, you can trace your finger around both the inside and the outside without lifting your finger.



John the Baptist says that Jesus was later than him, but ranks ahead of him because Jesus was before him. In the Gospel of Thomas, Jesus says that we must make the two into one, the inner like the outer, the outer like the inner, the upper like the lower, and the male and female into a single one so that there is neither. We are to make eyes in the place of an eye, a hand in the place of a hand, and so on.

I can't think of a better example of this than the Mobius Strip. What is this thing? It's simple really, and yet the mathematical implications are quite complicated. All this is, is a loop with a half-twist. A loop on its own has an inside and an outside. You can trace the inside with your finger, but you must pick up your finger to trace the outside. Add the half-twist, and the inside becomes the outside and the outside becomes the inside. The two sides become one side.

The loop, or a circle, already has no beginning and no end. The non-linear way in which John the Baptist described himself and Jesus might be seen in the loop or the circle. Then Jesus, as Thomas relays it, adds a half-twist.

This could be our life. We could be like the Mobius Strip - no beginning, no end, the inner like the outer and the outer like the inner. There's a mystery to it. I think this speaks of our spirits and our bodies; our brains and our thoughts; our life and our death; us and our Divine Beloved. It speaks to the year ringing out and the year ringing in.

This is a metaphor for wholeness - for being complete. The sacred call to give ourselves to wholeness infuses meaning into what might otherwise be a lesson in futility. This strip doesn't go round and round for no reason. We are not spinning our wheels. We are fusing our spirits with our bodies. We are considering the relationship of the Holy Spirit with our spirit. We are looking ahead at the New Year and looking behind at the past and seeing that with our loving Creator one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day. Time and eternity twist into one another just as our spirits twists into our bodies.

This is encouraging. The faith that we are living is embodied in us. It is in our hands and our feet and our eyes. We do not need to make either/or choices, we can make both/and choices. When we make the male and female into a single one so that the female is not female and the male is not male, then we don't have to live by the crazy rules that our society lays out for us saying girls should act this way and boys should act another way. When the upper is like the lower and the lower like the upper, then we can abolish the hierarchical systems that are used to mis-distribute wealth, power, and education. We can be whole people and we can create societies that are whole. We need to remember that our half-twist is what creates our wholeness.

In a few days, when 2008 is in the past and 2009 becomes our present, let's also remember that we live in eternity right now. We carry the Sacred in our bodies, just like Jesus took flesh upon his Sacredness. We are born of the Spirit just like Jesus was born of a Woman. It's a mystery, and it lives in the half-twist of ourselves. It is our glorious faith that we embody.

Friday, December 26, 2008

In Which I Wonder About Being Alive

I am ... what I can only describe as ... stoned. Stoned on dashed white lines, ice, rain, fog, and rock-n-roll.

When I was a teenager, one of my favorite things was to drive in the fog. Not just to drive in it, but to drive fast. I would drive 80 ... 90 mph through the fog of rural Michigan. It was a thrill. It was a thrill that I lived through time and time again. It wasn't the only thrill. My fast fog driving is indicative of the types of thrills I sought out. How did I live?

Tonight, as I drove through the fog on the icy roads covered with water while listening to music, I realized that I had no interest in driving fast. I had no interest in driving at all, but drive I did ... most of the day, finally getting home to Chicago around 9pm. Usually this is a 6 hour drive. I was passed by many cars. I also saw many cars in the median; some turned on their sides or upside-down. How did I live as a teen?

The music and the dashed white lines of the highway kept me in a mindful trance. I spent my weekend with family. We discussed Escher, suffrage for white women, suffrage for blacks, the meaning of eternity, and quality of life vs climbing the ladder of "success." I love the conversations that I get to have with my family. Not just the adult members of the family, but the kids too. However, as I drove today, I did not let myself rehearse what we said and think even deeper about it. Mostly, I was grateful to be alive to have the conversations. I prayed to be allowed to have more. It looks like my prayers have been answered, once again.

To all that is sacred and holy, I extend my heartfelt thanks. This includes all the people who sent up requests for my safety - those requests are holy and sacred. I did not have even one tragic incident.

Below is an example of the music I listened to.










Sunday, December 21, 2008

Ahhhh, Solstice

The Northern Hemisphere's shortest day of the year. It is pretty bitter cold outside, here in Chicago. I had to go outside for a minute earlier, but soon I will be driving to my morning church service. Brrrrrr.

I am celebrating this cyclical shift, grateful for the lengthening of days. I am also grateful that in six months the cycle changes again, not allowing the days to lengthen beyond the time they are marked.

I do wish, however, that I could enjoy this cycle with out the bitter cold. I enjoy the lengthening of darkness, but I can't go play in it the way I want. What to do - what to do? I will enjoy this day - the shortest day - just as it is and just as I am. I will drink my tea and print out my sermon. I will take my vitamins to ward off this potential cold. And I will remind myself as often as I can to "center down" in the midst of finding parking spots and bundling up to go from car to church to car to the other church to car to home. I am grateful for a car. I am grateful for my jobs. I am grateful for my home.



Music and lyrics Joni Mitchell.

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round
In the circle game

Then the child moved ten times 'round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like "when you're older" must
appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers
gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through
the town
And they tell him, "Take your time, it won't
be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the
circles down"

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy
is twenty
Though his dreams gave lost some
grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better
dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go 'round and 'round and 'round
In the circle game

And go 'round and 'round and 'round
In the circle game

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

AIDS Service of remembrance: this Friday, December 19th in Chicago

I know this is a sudden announcement, but that's due to the spontaneous nature of this event.

This Friday, December 19th, The Chicago Coalition of Welcoming Churches and Broadway UMC invite you to an HIV/AIDS service of remembrance. This will be a time of worshiping our Divine Beloved; mourning those whom we have loved and lost to this dreaded disease; and strengthening ourselves to continue to fight for a cure.

You are welcome to share a 2 minute story or reflection. We would love to hear from you.

Please join us at 7pm, Friday December 19, 2008 at
Broadway United Methodist Church.
3338 N. Broadway Street
Chicago, IL 60657

773-348-2679

For more information on how to get to BUMC, please check out their website direction page.
http://www.brdwyumc.org/content/view/19/23/

Friday, December 05, 2008

Prop 8 Protest in Chicago

The pastor preaching here is Rev Sherrie Lowly. She is pastor of one of the partner churches of the Chicago Coalition of Welcoming Churches.

Monday, December 01, 2008

"Hope is the cure for now, until we get a real one."

Texts:
Isaiah 9:1 - 7
Three selections from the book, "The Faces of AIDS", June 2001


1. "Teresa" Place of origin: Central America. Currently lives in the Chicago, Illinois Metropolitan area.

"I am sharing my story because some people are just finding out they are HIV-Positive. If they read something about somebody, it gives them hope, and they understand it better. You can think, 'I am the only one in the world with this problem,' and that's not really true."

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2. Nile, age 13

You can't get AIDS from being a friend.
Not from a hug or a pencil or even a pen.
So why won't anyone let him play?
"That kid has AIDS," my friend responds,
"So you see, there's nothing more to say."

So that's the problem that shuns this boy.
That is the reason he can't touch the toy.
This is crazy, it has to end. You can't get
AIDS from being a friend.

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3. a camper from Camp Heartland (a camp for kids with HIV/AIDS)
"At Camp Heartland, I've realized that hope is the cure for now, until we get a real one."

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We anticipate the celebration of the birth of Jesus, our Christ. Mary's agreement to become pregnant with the Messiah speaks of the hope she had for the future of her people and her family. She did not refuse the angel who had come in the name of the Divine. She embraced the challenge and lived in the hope of the promise, the hope of the future.

The anonymous camper at Camp Heartland has a similar hope. This camper believes there will be a cure, and the hope in that cure becomes the cure for now.

For Teresa the hope is in sharing her story. She is offering hope in the telling of her story. It is like the gospel writers sharing the "Good News", and Isaiah proclaiming a promise that there will be no more gloom and that a child will be born who has authority to establish endless peace, and justice with righteousness.

"Hope is the cure for now, until we get a real one." As Christians, the real cure that we await this season is the birth of Jesus. In this baby we anticipate the proclaimed promise of Isaiah to be realized. But in fact, this is a ritual of remembering for us. The child Jesus was born and lived and healed and did wonders. It is a ritual that helps us remember our role as followers of Jesus. We are the voice, the body, the house of the realm that Jesus proclaimed ... that Jesus taught.

The work continues and it's easy to get bogged down in the work. It's easy to identify with the work instead of with the hope and the promise. When the angel visited Mary, the message was one of the future. Still, she had to carry the child within her body and then raise the child. There was work to do. I think it was the hope in the Angel's words that sustained her.

I think it is hope that can also sustain us. We have the good news of God's love to proclaim. We are pregnant with a future. What is the promise that you have heard that gives you hope? What is the proclamation that you heard that gives you hope? The young camper at Camp Heartland believes that there will be a cure for AIDS. Teresa believes telling her story will bring hope. Isaiah believes there will be never-ending peace because of a child yet to be born. Mary believes the child she carries in her body is the Messiah her people need. What these people believe about a better future gives them the cure of hope for today.

Hope is powerful! It can give you strength. It can sustain you. Hope can give you a smile ... a joy. It can reach out to you so that you can reach out to yourself and to others. Hope inspires us to act for the change we believe in.

What is your hope? What inspires you to act? What is your cure for now as you wait for the revealing of future change?

My hope is that adults can unlearn hate and prejudice and that children and grandchildren will grow up expressing love for all people of all ilks. My hope is that solidarity today will result in communities tomorrow. My hope is in the Beloved Community. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. expanded on the notion of Josiah Royce's Beloved Community. According to the King Center website,

"Dr. King's Beloved Community is a global vision, in which all people can share in the wealth of the earth. In the Beloved Community, poverty, hunger and homelessness will not be tolerated because international standards of human decency will not allow it. Racism and all forms of discrimination, bigotry and prejudice will be replaced by an all-inclusive spirit of sisterhood and brotherhood. In the Beloved Community, international disputes will be resolved by peaceful conflict-resolution and reconciliation of adversaries, instead of military power. Love and trust will triumph over fear and hatred. Peace with justice will prevail over war and military conflict.

Dr. King's Beloved Community was not devoid of interpersonal, group or international conflict. Instead he recognized that conflict was an inevitable part of human experience. But he believed that conflicts could be resolved peacefully and adversaries could be reconciled through a mutual, determined commitment to nonviolence. No conflict, he believed, need erupt in violence. And all conflicts in The Beloved Community should end with reconciliation of adversaries cooperating together in a spirit of friendship and goodwill." http://www.thekingcenter.org/prog/bc/index.html

If I were to distill my hope in a couple of words, those words would be Beloved Community. That's what I have heard proclaimed, that's what I believe in for the future. The Beloved Community is a manifestation of the Realm of Heaven that Jesus proclaimed. It is how I interpret what Isaiah proclaimed. It is the cure for tomorrow. My hope for the Beloved Community is my cure for today until it is manifested in all its glory.

What is your hope? I want us to spend a few minutes writing down our hopes. I brought this little Christmas tree. Over the course of Advent we are going to decorate this tree with our ideas about Hope, Love, Joy, and Peace. It will be our Advent Tree. Think about what you believe, the promises that you hang on to, the future that you envision and then think about the hope that is the cure for now until the real cure comes.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

The Meaning of a Day

November 22, 1990
My mother died that morning. 18 years ago yesterday my mother died. That was a long time ago. I was fairly young - in my mid 20's. Much more has happened since then, yet the pain lingers. Where is her recipe for those beloved chocolate cake-like cookies with the peppermint frosting? Exactly how did she make the pork chops in baked beans that I loved so much? What gave her the idea to put old rag socks on me and let me slide on the waxed kitchen floor to help her buff it? What would she think about me being a Baptist minister?

Yesterday I remembered the day that we did not go to the hospital to sit with her, hold her, cry with her, laugh with her, read from the Bible to her. Yesterday I remembered the Thanksgiving dinner we were not going to have together, but we did. Yesterday I remembered the relief I felt at my fathers words on the phone at 5am, "It's over." Those are words I will never forget.

Today I realize that this anniversary of my mother's death was not a mourning of the day she died. Rather, it was, and still is today, a mourning of the 2 years of her illness. It is a mourning of the last year of her life, from the day after the Thanksgiving of 1989 when she almost died and we brought her to the hospital for the first time. It is a mourning of how God did not heal her, not through the laying on of my hands or through the laying on of any hands. It is a mourning of the vigil we kept, of the vigil over which I was willing to lose my job because I was not going to miss this opportunity. It was a mourning that it took a disease to bring about healing in specific parts of our relationship.

November 22nd is the day my mother died, but her death was a mercy. Her disease is what I mourn. Her absence is what I mourn. November 22nd marks the time of her illness up till then, and marks the time of her absence since then. All of November mourning is creeping inside of me. All of December and January mourning is continuing in me. It is like a time release capsule. Slow and mostly steady, with some bursts of release from time to time. It is like a program running in the background. Sometimes it interrupts the program of my life that I am working in. My thought process slows, sometimes it freezes, although not like it used to. Sometimes I recognize what is going on, but sometimes I have to go into my Task Manager and look at what's running. There I am reminded of what is happening in the background.

November 22nd means so much more than the events that happened November 22, 1990. No wonder it fills me. No wonder it slows the rest of my thinking and heightens the rest of my feelings. No wonder I seek comfort in the arms of my Divine Beloved. And no wonder I ask my Holy Love why? Why? Why that way? Why then?

Today is November 23rd. But inside of me it is always November 22nd.

What day lives in you?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

AMBER ALERT - from Maryland

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Transgender Day of Remembrance

Michael Dillon May 1, 1915 - May 15, 1962
The first recorded transman to undergo phalloplasty.



He was an athlete and an Oxford Man; an author (Self: A Study in Endocrinology and Ethics) and sailor; a doctor and a Buddhist Monk.

His death is a mystery.

His biography, The First Man-Made Man, was written by Pagan Kennedy (Bloomsbury 2007)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Harriet's Daughter posted about the American Family Association's product called "The Original Christmas Cross earlier today. Here is a picture of this product.



One of the folks who commented to the post left the contact link to the AFA. Here is what I wrote to the AFA, and here is the link if you want to write. https://store.afa.net/t-contact.aspx

Please write to them.

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As a white Christian and a Pastor I am abhorred at your Christmas Cross. This faux burning cross is a racist symbol. As you are no doubt well aware, racist and evil white men have burned crosses on the yards of Black churches and Black homes for years.

In whose yard is this supposed to be displayed, the purchaser or the purchaser's victim? Has the burning cross strategy changed, now that we have an African American president-elect? Do we display faux burning crosses as a symbol of our racism and evil in our own yards?

In the name of our beloved Christ, I implore you to pull this product immediately and to issue an apology to African Americans.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Prop 8 - Who's Responsible?

White Men

Queer people, people of colour, disabled people, poor people, etc ... if we don't see ourselves in one another, then we cannot move forward in unity against those who oppress us. If we don't see that the most disenfranchised from this kind of division is the poor, disabled, lesbian of colour, and that she should be able to live free and in joy, then we are selfish and narrow-minded.

These are some of the leaders of Proposition 8. Without them, there wouldn't have been a Prop 8. If you want to blame anyone ... blame them. It's the straight white men who are responsible. Remember - divided we fall. These guys want us all to fall and fall hard, especially now with President-Elect Obama in place.

Newt Gingrich9 Rick Warren Photobucket
Ron Prentice James Dobson Tom McClintock


Pictured above are Newt Gingrich, Rick Warren, John McCain, Ron Prentice, James Dobson, and Tom McClintock.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Letter from Alice Walker to Obama

Nov. 5, 2008
Letter from Alice Walker to Obama


Dear Brother Obama,

You have no idea, really, of how profound this moment is for us. Us
being the black people of the Southern United States. You think you
know, because you are thoughtful, and you have studied our history.
But seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried,
year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only
to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law,
is almost more than the heart can bear. And yet, this observation
is not intended to burden you, for you are of a different time,
and, indeed, because of all the relay runners before you, North
America is a different place. It is really only to say: Well done.
We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us,
the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this,
that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength.
Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom,
stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope,
previously only sung about.

I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster
that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible
for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility
that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own
life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and
play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. And so on. One
gathers that your family is large. We are used to seeing men in the
White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the
building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and
stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind
us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family
deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so
bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy,
relaxed state, you can model real success, which is all that so
many people in the world really want. They may buy endless cars and
houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can
manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not yet clear
to them that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the
reach of almost everyone.

I would further advise you not to take on other people's enemies.
Most damage that others do to us is out of fear, humiliation and
pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us
who profess a certain religious or racial devotion. We must learn
actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are
ourselves in disguise. It is understood by all that you are
commander in chief of the United States and are sworn to protect
our beloved country; this we understand, completely. However, as my
mother used to say, quoting a Bible with which I often fought,
"hate the sin, but love the sinner." There must be no more crushing
of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a
means of ruling a people's spirit. This has already happened to
people of color, poor people, women, children. We see where this
leads, where it has led.

A good model of how to "work with the enemy" internally is
presented by the Dalai Lama, in his endless caretaking of his soul
as he confronts the Chinese government that invaded Tibet. Because,
finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain
a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies,
the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to
mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies. And your smile,
with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust
characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of
healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and
relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our
way, and brightening the world.

We are the ones we have been waiting for."

In Peace and Joy,
Alice Walker

© 2008, Alice Walker

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Rituals Leading to Miracles

Texts: Luke 11:37 - 47 & On the Edge of a Miracle by Alexandra Billings.

What a week we've had. Lots of excitement - some people with hope and some with despair. Since Obama has become our President Elect there have been increased reports of racism. Since Proposition 8 passed in California there have been increased reports of homophobia. I believe these declarations and acts of violence are from a few extremists who know how to make life miserable for the many. I also believe that their dander is up now and if we who are peace-loving take peaceful strides to shut them down, we will prevail. This election process was vibrant and scary; it pitted loved ones against each other, enemies even more against each other to a degree I haven't seen in a long time.

On November 4, 2008 most of us participated in a cyclical ritual of our country. The ritual begins with a process and ends in an event. I voted early this year, but I still participated in the event of the tabulation and calling of the election. I participated in that part of the event as a spectator. I have many friends who participated by going to Grant Park.

The last few elections have been rituals that felt somewhat empty and meaningless. Not just because of who won or lost, but because of the way the people were or were not invested in the outcome. This year many more people participated, and people of different stripes, too. This year, it seems to me, that the transformation that occurred during this election ritual was at least as much about "we the people" as it was about those who were running for office. I have not always participated in the presidential election. I remember telling my friend's mother, that if Jesus wasn't running I wanted nothing to do with it. I was an 18 year old white lesbian talking to a 40-something year old African American woman. She just shook her head at me and said, "Oh, Child." I was wrong then and she knew it with all her heart.

It took me to my 30's to start voting. But this year, for the first time, this ritual held significant meaning to me. As the level of hate-talk rose, so did my level of transformation.

What does it take for a dry and empty ritual to become meaningful again? I think it has to connect to something that we care about. I believe that a ritual becoming empty, dry, and meaningless isn't a benign thing. It is malignant. It infects a society ... a community. It brings about an apathy that deteriorates the community - its ambition and passion; its compassion and unity. An empty ritual is worse than no ritual at all. It tends to leave people feeling resentful of wasting their time and energy, and it also seems to make more obvious whatever else feels empty and hollow.

We, here in this community, work intentionally to keep our rituals alive and vibrant, rich with meaning. Take for example our communion ritual. I love what we do and how we do it. I also love our prayer covenant time. Pretty soon we are entering the season of Advent. Advent is a process ritual that has defining ritual events. We are going to labor to make this rich and vibrant and full of meaning. This church service is a ritual that can easily become dry and stale - devoid of meaning. We try to let that not happen.

In our Biblical reading today, in Luke, Jesus is accused of not participating in a the ritual of hand-washing before having dinner. This isn't the same ritual we grew up with when our parents or guardians asked us as children, "Did you wash your hands?" This isn't about physical cleanliness, it's about spiritual cleanliness. Jesus didn't do it and didn't care about it. He found the ritual to be hollow and without transformation or miracle. Jesus accused his accusers of being pretty on the outside but ugly on the inside; clean on the outside but dirty on the inside. Jesus says that these religious leaders, "... tithe mint and rue and herbs of all kinds, and neglect justice and the love of God; it is these you ought to have practiced, without neglecting the others." Jesus isn't saying that they shouldn't wash their hands ... that they shouldn't have their rituals. He is saying that he's not going to participate in the ritual just for the sake of the ritual. If it isn't accompanied by working for justice and loving God, he isn't interested. Not only is he not interested in participating in those rituals, but he severely condemns those who do participate without also participating in causes for justice and love for God.

I know that not every ritual is going to end up in a miracle or in some kind of incredible transformation. That would make a miracle more of a consequence to an action than a miracle. I do believe though, that our rituals should have transformative aspects to them, and they should be accompanied by a greater work in this world that we live in and the love for our Divine Beloved. I believe we should offer ourselves to the experience of transformation. That we need to be open to being transformed ... to experience a miracle.

Alexandra Billings could not have had her transformative moment - her miracle - had she not been open to the power of the moment. Her awareness of the blowing of the wind, the shouts of jubilation, and the intensity of the man with the cigar led her to her moment. A ritual had occurred while she was teaching a class and she knew it was going on. The power of that ritual spilled onto the streets and into her soul. She received it.

In contrast, the Pharisees participated in a ritual of cleansing that left them unaffected ... unchanged.

Who are we? How are we? What are we? Are we open to the power of the moment? Are we participating in our rituals, compelled by our love for our Divine Beloved? Does our transformation spill out into the streets? Does it affect those we touch? Do we give ourselves to the Holy Presence that connects us and participates with us? Do I? Do you? Do we?

I encourage every one of us to tap in to the Power of the Presence of the Holy. To see our coming together in community as a Sacred ritual and one pregnant with transformation. I encourage all of us to carry ourselves bigger, like the man with the cigar; to bend from the strength of the blowing of the Holy Spirit, like the trees; and to allow ourselves to be affected to the point that it is evident to others. This isn't about "winning souls for Christ" or "making converts." This is about being affected by the ritual, and then being open to live the power of that miracle.

Specifically, as we prepare for Advent, let's be mindful of the rituals we perform and the choices we make. Let us know what is meaningful for you during Advent. Is there something that you just love? Is there something you feel a longing for? Let us know.

The rituals of this community are sacred and holy. We are a sacred and holy people. Let's hear what Jesus says, that we should practice justice and the love of God, without neglecting our rituals.

Illinois Gender Advocates - Day of Remembrance Vigil

Chicago, Illinois U.S.A.

Illinois Gender Advocates is sponsoring a candlelight vigil hosted by the Center on Halsted scheduled to begin at 5 P.M. on the evening of Sunday, November 16th, 2008 to honor the memory of the transgender and gender variant men and women throughout the world who were killed during the preceding year on account of their gender expression. The vigil will be held on Center of Halsted 's 3rd floor rooftop deck at 3656 North Halsted St. (Halsted & Waveland), Chicago and will last approximately one hour.

The featured speaker will be Diane Schroer, a decorated special forces veteran and terrorism expert, who won her historic sex discrimination case against the Library of Congress on September 19, 2008 (Schroer v. Library of Congress (2008)).

IGA's Day of Remembrance vigil also includes several prominent speakers from the City and from the LGBT community. Speakers include Bill Greaves, the City of Chicago's LGBT Community Liaison; the Rev. Bradley Mickelson, New Spirit Community Church, Oak Park; Rick Garcia, Political Director of Equality Illinois; Casey Schwartz, Health Educator & TYRA Coordinator, Howard Brown Broadway Youth Center; Lois Bates, Transgender Health Manager, Howard Brown; Laura Velazquez, Anti-Violence Project Coordinator, Center on Halsted; Cyndi Richards, Chair, Illinois Gender Advocates and Stevie Conlon, Board Member, Illinois Gender Advocates.

Everyone concerned about the level of violence perpetrated against the LGBT community is welcome and encouraged to attend.

Contact: Stevie Conlon (847) 652-6893 derivativs@aol. com

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Privilege

Texts: Philippians 3 and The Gospel of Mary

Paul is working out what it means to have privilege. He knows who he is in his society, what it gains him, and how to use it. He also knows that his privilege is a contrived notion of his religious, political, and civic culture. His Christian belief leads him to the conclusion that all his perceived superiority is bunk - it's meaningless. But he acknowledges it's there and he knows where he fits into the system.

Andrew and Peter seem clueless. They don't get that they are speaking out of their privilege as a men in their culture. They might not realize just what that gains them because unlike Paul, they don't have pedigrees and education and wealth. I'm sure they had many of the things that Paul cites as his own, such as circumcision and being born a Hebrew of Hebrews, but they do not have everything. That doesn't let them off the hook though. Being mindless about where you fit into society and how that works for you is not what Jesus taught. Peter and Andrew seem to believe that Jesus abides by the hierarchy that is in place. That Jesus might have confided in a woman is simply unthinkable. It offends them. It confuses them. And it makes them mad.

Levi gets it, that there is no harm done to him as a man if the Savior confided in Mary and not in him. He speaks up for Mary. He uses his voice as a man to confront another man. He hears the words of Mary, honors them, does not add to them or make excuses for her having them instead of him, and he calls out Peter specifically and Andrew by implication, on their privilege and their oppression.

Mary, although she cried, did not discount what she said. She did not apologize or imply that maybe she hadn't got it right. She seems a little baffled that Peter and Andrew are attacking her relationship with Jesus and the knowledge that she has. She's upset, and she may not be responding as assertively as I wish she was, but she isn't backing down.

Paul is not backing down either. There are people who are cutting him down, lying about him, and doing so, apparently, based on their claims of who they are compared with who he is. Paul cites all the reasons that he could be given more status, or at least equal status, with his challengers, and then he says that all that stuff doesn't really matter. It is easier for a person with privilege to call themselves out and be heard by someone of their same privilege than it is for a person without privilege to call out someone who has privilege. Those of us who have privilege of any kind need to acknowledge what it is and then lay it down like Paul does here, and like Paul said Jesus did. Back in the 2nd chapter of this letter to the Philippians Paul wrote this:

Phil 2:4 - 8 Let each of you look not to your own interests, but to the interests of others. Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death - even death on a cross.

It is not the responsibility of the oppressed to teach the oppressor that they are being exploited and abused because of privilege. The responsibility usually lands on the oppressed to teach this, but it isn't right. According to Paul, Jesus knew he was "in the form of God" and yet Jesus did not act like God. He sought out solidarity with those who were being oppressed and he chose to fight on their behalf that way. Paul is taking a stab to do the same thing.

I think it's important to look at the difference between the solidarity model of action and the saviour model of action. Jesus is called the Saviour, but his action plan was more that of solidarity. He didn't swoop into a situation, taking away the agency of the person being oppressed and "save" them. He asked the oppressed person what they wanted and he provided what he could. When he stuck up for people that the system was crushing, he did so not by fixing the situation but by revealing the nature of the oppression. Jesus was a really smart guy. I don't know that I can attain to that level of insight or strength. I do know that the way he modeled being a saviour was unlike the way it is usually done.

When it is said that someone has a messiah complex or a saviour complex it means that a person is out to fix everything, using their own power and being willing to destroy themselves in the process. I don't actually think this is what Jesus did. Yes, he died for what he believed and for what he did, but he did so not because he was out to fix everything, but because he was out to reveal what we wrong.

Let's take an account of our privilege, in the spirit of Paul. List all the ways in which you can claim some kind of status. Are you white? Are you a man? Do you have an education? Are you able-bodied? Are you straight? Do you have money?

If you are white, don't not be white, but be white differently. If you are a man, don't not be a man, but be a man differently. If you have an education, don't give up your education, but be educated differently. How can we live differently - mindfully - knowing who we are and where we plug in to the system; not denounce or be ashamed of the advantages that we have, but instead seek solidarity with those we could easily oppress just by the shear fact of some accident of birth.

The privileges that we have here are manufactured. Paul knew that. Jesus knew that. So while the privileges that we experience, even enjoy, are not real on any essential level, they are real in the fundamental working out of our every day lives. By virtue of my white skin I have access to shopping in stores of all kinds, walking alone in parks, and attaining services without a hitch. By virtue of my being female-bodied, most of the time I do not have access to walking alone in a park at night or getting the same pay for the same work as a male-bodied person.

Think about who you are and where you fit in. This is not an exercise for shame or arrogance. This is a way to follow Jesus. Recognizing that I am white and listening to the stories of people of colour help me to be in solidarity with my siblings of colour because I know better what privileges I gain by virtue of my skin and I know more what my siblings are denied by virtue of their skin. This is important.

Too often we don't notice how concerned we are with losing our status. Like Peter we become confounded when someone who is clearly not at our level knows something or can do something that should be ours to know or do. How can we be more like Levi than Peter? How can we be a voice to speak up against those who are fighting for their own status and power?

Levi said, "Peter, you always angry." Levi called out Peter on his anger and his assumptions. He did so without taking away Mary's agency. This is something that is a challenge to learn how to do. It's much more automatic to be ashamed of our privilege, to try to deny it, or to swoop in and save someone who is being ridiculed or hated. It takes more thought to act simply and without an investment in the self. Calling out Peter was a simple act, but a profound one.

As we go through our days we hear people saying all kinds of things and doing all kinds of things. We can learn to listen to the prevalent speech and action patterns of those who have privilege and also learn to listen and believe the words of those who are oppressed in our world. When we do this, we have a better chance of learning how to live in solidarity with our siblings who endure oppression, to notice the systematic way in which we are divided from one another, and the inroads to calling out oppression when we see it. We can be like Levi. It will take thought and compassion, but we can do it.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Ferron Writing Workshop

Over the weekend I went to The Gathering, which is the yearly, well, gathering of the Brethren Mennonite Council for LGBT Interests. I had a great time.

One of the workshop leaders was Ferron. She performed some of her songs for us Friday night and then on Saturday she lead a writing workshop.

I wrote this poem there.

Ghost of the Fire

I watch them make a ring
Sitting on the stones
Laying on each other
Taking off their shoes

I watch them in the ring
Playing their guitars
Singing many songs
Tapping tambourines

I watch them in the ring
Laughing at jokes
Cuddling real close
Whispering secrets

I watch them in the ring
Warmed by the fire
Comforted by the magic
Crackling of the fire

I watch them in the ring
Leaving for their homes
Filled with the night
Walking from the fire

I am alone
Memories of the music
Tingling with their energy
Tending to the fire

I bring the sand
Pouring it on the fire
Noticing the ashes
Causing sparks to fly

I am the one
Summoning the night
Calling forth the dark
Releasing the sacred ghost

I stay behind
Dancing with the smoke
Embrace the sacred ghost
The ghost of the fire

Monday, October 06, 2008

Legacy

The texts: Philippians 2 and the story of the Caterpillar from Adventures of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

Last week we read that Paul didn’t care why preachers were preaching about Christ, whether it was from selfish ambition or from a pure heart. This week we read that Paul requests those in the church at Philippi, and by extension us as well, to not do anything from selfish ambition. Neither should we do things from conceit. Paul teaches that we also shouldn’t murmur or argue. This description of having a good attitude and maintaining harmonious relationships with each other Paul summarizes as “holding fast to the word of life.” This legacy that he leaves will enable him to boast on the day of Christ that he did not run or labor in vain. Even though this legacy is what is causing him to be imprisoned, he says it is what makes him rejoice.

October is Queer History month. October wasn’t always a month to commemorate the history of queer people in the United States. It was established in the early 1990’s, in part due to October 11th already being Coming Out Day. Coming Out Day was instituted in 1989. What preceded all of this, though, were the Stonewall Riots and a gay rights movement led in many ways by Sylvia Rivera. Ms. Rivera was a genderqueer drag queen who threw one of the first bottles at the cops who were invading their sanctuary, a bar called the Stonewall Inn. Sylvia suffered for the freedom of queers, especially the youth.

Paul and Sylvia – an unlikely combination to some, but a natural one for me - both helped to spearhead a movement of rag-tag people trying to figure out the best way to live life. Both were ridiculed by people both in the movement and outside of the movement. We are the legacy of both these pioneers. How we handle ourselves now reflects on the work they did then. What we do today leaves a legacy for those who follow us.

Sylvia and Paul both knew that people had to change. The people they were speaking to had to change from being weak to being strong and they had to change from being selfish to being selfless. I struggle with how to talk about how we can be meek and not weak. I know that we need to be self assertive and not selfish. I believe we need to put others first while we make sure to take care of ourselves. The revolutions that Sylvia and Paul were leading required people to walk this line. Knowing who you were was the only way to be able to truly put others first.

Jesus knew who he was. He took care of himself by stealing away to the mountains to pray so that when the throng pressed he could be strong. When he didn’t have an answer to a question, he would say he didn’t know. He was grounded in his faith and in the reality of who he was and in his mission. People called him King, but he knew his title, whatever it was that they decided to call him on any given day, did not and could not dictate the choices he made or the way he moved through the world. If he was a King, it was not as the world understood Kingship. If he was a bringer of Peace, it was not as the world knew peace. He was reconstructing ideals and expectations.

This is the legacy that Jesus left Paul. Paul taught this radical restructuring to the Philippians. Sylvia taught her radical restructuring of what it meant to be a queer person of value to the homeless queer youth in New York City. She was, by most accounts, considered to be a freak. She was not defined by the heterosexist society outside or inside of her sub-culture. Paul and Sylvia wanted to see change. They left us a legacy of walking in the tension between being confident in themselves and what they knew to be true, and giving all they had for the sake of the radical restructuring they knew needed to happen.

Change is hard. Depending on what the change is – how extreme or in what aspect of our being – we might believe, like Alice, that we don’t even know who we are anymore. The Caterpillar asks Alice, “So you think you’ve changed, do you?” She replies, “I’m afraid I am, Sir.” But there is change and there is change. The change that Alice was experiencing, or at least what she was describing to Caterpillar, was not convincing him that she was undergoing true change.

Alice feels like she’s changed so much that she doesn’t know who she is anymore. Caterpillar is suggesting that she hasn’t really changed at all. Each of them has a different definition of change. Both of them are influenced by what change has been and meant in their past. I don’t think we have the right to decide for someone else if their change is true change, however, sometimes an objective opinion is helpful when we are looking at ourselves. Regardless of what Caterpillar thinks, Alice doesn’t feel like she knows herself anymore. She has become very large and very small over and over, and when she tries to recite stories that she knows well, the words are changed and unfamiliar to her. The legacy that she knew to be hers was altering. The stories that she knew were changing. Her perspective of the world changes with her size. All that she expected, because of what she had previously known, she could not count on anymore.

Paul, I believe, is asking us to participate in a similar shift of expectations. He instructs the Philippians to not give up their joy because it results in his imprisonment, but rather to maintain their joy so that his imprisonment is not in vain. Sylvia Rivera might have played the social game better and become a charismatic leader with an influential following. But for her, true change was not buying into a system for the sake of rising higher in ego or status. She wanted to see people free to be who they really are, regardless of how they would be accepted – regardless of who the mainstream of society or even a movement wants people to be.

Alice learned how to be Alice in the world of Wonderland. Paul learned how to be Paul and Sylvia learned how to be Sylvia. Sometimes in order for us to grapple with our future, we need to look at our legacy – the one left to us and the one we are leaving for others. I think change itself is one of our most prominent legacies, both in our faith walk and in our queer social rights movement. Change in the form of evolving.

Plus, we are in a world that has a value system much different than ours. We need to constantly be evolving away from assimilating into that system and remember who we are and what we value. Paul is concerned that the Philippians will be influenced by those preaching Christ for the sake of seeking their own self interests. As much as he says he is glad that Christ is preached regardless of motive, he clearly doesn’t plan on sending these folks to minister to his flock. He is very particular about who he sends while he is away. Timothy, he says, is the only one left who he can trust to send. But then he mentions Epaphroditus, who he also trusts. Paul sometimes is given to a bit of hyperbole. The point is, though, that he doesn’t trust the legacy he is leaving to just anyone. Paul may also have a control issue. I don’t know how tight of a grip we should have on these kinds of things. I think being mindful of our legacy, the one we’ve received and the one that we are leaving, is crucial. I don’t believe in micro-managing. I think that we need to allow people to have agency and to listen with their own critical ears.

I was reading a piece from the American Baptist Church, USA’s website. It is called: 10 Facts You Should Know About American Baptists. Point number 4 is this:

American Baptists believe that the committed individual Christian can and should approach God directly, and that individual gifts of ministry should be shared. American Baptists hold that all who truly seek God are both competent and called to develop in that relationship. They have rejected creeds or other statements that might compromise each believer’s obligation to interpret Scripture under the guidance of the Holy Spirit and within the community of faith. American Baptists also celebrate the special gifts of all believers, testifying that God can use each of us in ministry.

I want to highlight two of these sentences. The first is: “American Baptists hold that all who truly seek God are both competent and called to develop in that relationship.” The second is: “American Baptists also celebrate the special gifts of all believers, testifying that God can use each of us in ministry.” I believe this. This is a part of the legacy that we are to live into. Paul speaks to this ideal often when he talks in his letters. Jesus sent his disciples out often and expected them to be competent in their ministry.

We don’t have to have any more of a special anointing or calling to share our special gifts and to cultivate our own relationship with our Divine Beloved, than the anointing of being made in the image of our Creator and the calling of our hearts to participate in community.

Paul and Sylvia did not wait to be perfect before they began their work. The truth is, most of the time we are all like Alice, not knowing who we are because we are changing so much, but we will not stay there. We must remember our legacy, and that part of our legacy is to go through these evolutions – to go through these changes. Let us be mindful of who we are, who we think we are, and who we are to become. This is our journey – our calling. We are to walk the line of being strong and being meek; of being confident and being other-centered. We need to be mindful of our needs, our weaknesses and our strengths as we “work out our own salvation,” so that we can be free to share everything that we have. This is our legacy.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Concern for Queer Homeless Youth

Recently I wrote/preached about an idea to start a garden as a way to engage queer homeless youth in Chicago. Today I came across Coffee and Gender's, Thursday, 09-25-08 post, Support the Memoirs of Homeless Queer Youth

If you are concerned about youth queer homelessness, please read the post, watch the videos (they are each less than 2 minutes), and check out the website http://kickedoutanthology.com/.

Thanks Mike, for posting this.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Why worry about church songs?

Why should I be so concerned about black/white imagery in church songs? You know the imagery, right? Black equals sin and white equals purity. Black equals confusion and white equals clarity. Black equals wrong and white equals right. Black equals Satan and white equals God. It's just a metaphor ... right?

Hell no!! White people - pay attention. This is important.



Thanks to Harriet's Daughter for posting this video.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Curiouser and Curiouser

Philippians 1:1 - 30 and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland*

The difference between Paul and Alice, is that Alice knows that her world has become strange and is astonished by it, while Paul knows that his world has become strange and believes things to have finally turned right-side-up. He knows it's strange to other people because he says things like this is verse 12:

I want you to know, beloved, that what has happened to me has actually helped to spread the gospel, so that it has become known throughout the whole imperial guard and to everyone else that my imprisonment is for Christ; and most of the brothers and sisters, having been made confident in the Lord by my imprisonment, dare to speak the word with greater boldness and without fear.

Paul knows that to most people that is going to sound odd, but he explains it as if they shouldn't be astonished. He doesn't say, "Isn't it amazing?" or "As odd as it sounds..." He says that he wants them to know that this is a good thing, because they seem confused and concerned.

Paul also talks about being "hard pressed between" the notions of wanting to live or wanting to die. Now, I have had similar moments in my life. Some of these moments have lasted years, but I wasn't so upbeat about it. He sees advantages to both and just can't decide which he prefers. My decision was far more tortured than that. I am going to take a guess that for those of you who have also struggled with that same question, it wasn't about which wonderful thing you preferred. So Paul's thinking through this, for most of us, may seem a little abstract or distancing.

Alice is sure that she wants to have this experience in Wonderland, but she is equally sure that she doesn't want to live there. She loves the adventure and she loves the stories that she will be able to tell, but she knows that she wants to go back to the world where she feels like she belongs.

What Alice and Paul have most in common is their tenacity. They try something, there's a consequence - sometimes pleasant and sometimes not. They try something else and see what happens then. They learn from the consequences and just keep going. When Paul learns, though, it leads him to conclusions. When Alice learns, it most often leads her to want another adventure so she can learn some more. Alice does come to some conclusions during the course of the story, but what I notice is that her astonishment and curiosity never goes away. She notices the changes and the oddness. She seems to almost revel in it. And her desire is for more. She doesn't want things tied up in a neat bow. The story doesn't end with an answer to a question or a resolution to a problem. Wonderland goes on as strange and dysfunctional as it did when she arrived. The conclusion is that she has stories to tell and that she can make connections with people and situations that others can't because of the experiences that she's had.

Both Paul and Alice go through a lot of changes in the way they think about things, in their perception of what's real , and in their environments. Paul's Wonderland is the reality that he invites people into. Alice's Wonderland is a reality she stumbled into.

Paul lives in a strange world that is very curious to me. In verses 15 - 18 he talks about the different motives people have for proclaiming Christ. His attitude is that however it's done, regardless of the motive, he is rejoices that Christ is proclaimed. I'm not so generous most of the time. I think motive is a big deal because I think it frames how we talk about things. For instance, Paul says some folks preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely but intending to increase his suffering. People who would do this seem to me to be apt to preach Christ out of other selfish ambitions too. It's hard for me to say, "What does it matter?" with Paul.

I have to be more like Alice when I stumble into Paul's Wonderland. I have to watch more and listen more. Why is it okay with Paul for Christ to be preached out of selfish ambition? That's curious to me. And what of his imprisonment actually encouraging others to speak out rather than making them afraid to? Why is it a privilege, in verse 29, to suffer with Christ? I have to be more like Alice and not judge these ideas based on the way that I have been taught to think, but look at Paul's life and environment.

Thinking like Alice, though, doesn't mean agreeing with everything. She did not adapt everything that she saw in Wonderland to her life back home. She saw fabulous things ... incredible things. She interacted with beings very much unlike herself. She made mistakes and offended some of the beings as she learned to navigate this new place, but she figured out how to be Alice in a new world - a world unlike her own.

Paul starts his letter to the Philippians saying that he is confident that the one who began a good work in this community and in this people would bring it to completion. Paul is confident for this community. That encourages me also. I need someone to be confident on my behalf. I am confident on behalf of this community. I believe that what was begun has been and will continue to be fruitful. In Paul's words, I think we will produce a harvest of righteousness. But there are curious juxtapositions of belief and suffering, of living worthily and striving, and of living in the tension between life and death in this faith journey.

I want us to remain more like Alice - astonished and curious. I want us to take in all the conflicts and contradictions of this journey of faith that we are on, and be the best us that we can be in all the strange situations we end up in. I don't want to us assimilate into someone's idea of Christianity or buy into popular myths about Jesus.

We need to be us, to not resist change but to resist assimilation, and to observe everything that we can and say, "Curiouser and curiouser." Making hard and fast decisions and insisting on reducing life to polarized opposites does not seem like the teachings of Jesus to me. We may flounder and offend sometimes, but I am confident that we can learn to know ourselves, live as ourselves, and walk through this strange dysfunctional world while we participate fully.

*Carroll, Lewis. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. New York: Ariel Books/Alfred A. Knopf, 1983. Pages 20 - 25

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Unexpectations

Acts 6

This week, as I was waiting for the Metra, I saw something that I didn't expect. There was a row of Queen Anne's Lace next to the train tracks. They were growing in the rocks next to the steel. It was inspiring. It made me feel like anything was possible. I have similar feelings when I see dandelions growing in sidewalk cracks or daisies growing in a paved parking lot. If they can push through and live then so can I.

Seeing those flowers unexpectedly made me think about what I did September 11th. I wanted to do something positive and life-giving. I wanted to turn around the inertia of hate - the hate of racial profiling, the hate of revenge, the hate of self-righteousness. I decided that the best way for me to do this was to plant some seeds. I brought my planters upstairs and bought some seeds and some potting soil. After putting the seeds into the soil, I watered them and set them in the sun. I did all that I knew how to do to make the conditions right so that these seeds would grow. Some of them have. Some of them haven't. Maybe they haven't yet, but it looks like the seeds didn't take.

I don't know if I did something wrong for those seeds or what, but those pots are just full of dirt with no sprouts. It happens. And apparently it also happens that Queen Anne's Lace grows alongside the railroad tracks sometimes.

Although I planted my seeds with the best of care, I also planted them at the wrong time of year. I'm not sure how they will do now that the days are getting shorter and not longer. It was a risk that I took, planting them in September; in the autumn instead of in the spring. It was a risk that I felt like was worth taking. It was important for me to try to plant life-giving energy to counter the hate that I was perceiving. So conditions were not perfect, but really, they seldom are. And even when conditions appear to be perfect, there is no guarantee that things will turn out as planned. There is so much that we can't see - that we can't know - that we can't control. It's maddening sometimes.

Consider Job, or Naomi, or even Mary and Joseph. Conditions were pretty good for them and then - wham - out of nowhere there is crisis and confusion and all sorts of unexpected things. Now consider the condition of the Queen Anne's Lace, or Harriet Tubman, or George Washington Carver. Conditions were terrible! But somehow, through a lot of pushing and persistence and maybe a little bit of grace, they were ultimately successful.

I think it's good to do the best you can to make conditions favorable. After all, I didn't plant any of my seeds in the couch. I didn't put them in the drain of my kitchen sink. But I also didn't wait for spring.

In Acts chapter 6, Stephen was selected, along with six others, to make sure the Greek widows received their daily food distribution. They were in charge of their local "Meals on Wheels" program. The qualifications for these food delivery stewards included being in good standing and being full of the Holy Spirit and Wisdom. Stephen, it says, was full of grace and power. He did great wonders and signs among the people. He might not be what we think of as your typical delivery person.

Some folks who believed differently than him decided to pick a theological fight with him and they lost. That ticked them off so much that they started lying about him and got him in all kinds of trouble. By the end of chapter 7, Stephen was stoned to death. It doesn't make sense. Here he was, a man full of the Spirit of The Holy, doing great wonders and bringing food to widows and they killed him.

Stephen is set up as an example of living the teachings of Christ. He lived what he believed, he walked in power and professed boldly what he believed, he was challenged by those in authority, and he was executed for no good reason.

There are at least two things that feel unexpected to me in this story. One is that he would end up stoned because he was full of power and doing a good work, and the second is that his ministry of delivering food resulted in so much more than widows getting fed. Widows being fed is not a trivial thing in my mind. It is powerful and important on its own. But it sounds like there were ripple effects that happened in this man's ministry. It doesn't say what the wonders and signs were that Stephen performed, but in the gospels that usually means healing the sick, raising the dead, and deliverance from demons. It's a clear example to me that you just can't predict what will happen. You can't know what will lead to what.

The same is true of us, here at Grace Baptist. We can't predict what will lead to what. Here we are in this interim period, transitioning from the past to the future. In a sense we always are, but during this time we intentionally reflect on who we have been and how it informs who we are now and who we may become. We are in a discovery phase. This interim period is a time for ideas and visioning - a time for exploration and imagination. And it seems like the transition of the seasons that we are in now, this time of equinox when the light and the dark come to a place of total sharing for one day - this seems like a good time to me to transition from reflection to vision. It shouldn't be an abrupt change, any more than the seasons are. We still have some closure on our reflective period and we have to gain some momentum in our visioning.

I come to you today with an idea. I've shared this idea with a couple of people. It has been mentioned in the business meetings that I have an idea. Now I think it's time to share this idea with you. I want to make all kinds of prefaces and caveats - this isn't THE idea, and no decision by anyone has been made to do this, and so on and so forth. It's just an idea - a passion of mine that I'd like to share with you all and see what you think.

I am concerned about the homeless youth in Chicagoland. I am especially concerned about queer homeless youth in Chicagoland. We are not a people of extravagant monetary resources, but we are a people of extravagant resources of other kinds - love, compassion, sacrifice, etc. In Chicago there are opportunities for groups like ours to participate in community gardening. My idea is that we do that in an area where these young people hang out. We would grow vegetables that we could share with them and if they wanted we could teach them to grow their own. My big picture vision is that these young people would end up creating a positive community of growing food together and sharing it with anyone in need. It's a counter-cultural, counter-system vision.

I think it's wrong that people go hungry and homeless. I think it's wrong that people have to compete for food and shelter. I think it's wrong that young people are thrown out of their families because they are not heterosexual or because their gender identity does not meet the system's criteria. I like to believe that there are options to being a part of this oppressive system. This idea is my way of trying find those options.

It might not work. It might. Maybe we would end up with Queen Anne's lace on the railroad tracks - something completely different than we had imagined. Maybe we'll end up being stoned. Maybe we'll end up helping some young people eat and showing them love. There's no way to know.
Below is some information on community gardening. Please give this some thought and some prayer. See if it resonates with you at all. Maybe it will kick start another idea.

This is not a time for expectations. It is a time for unexpectations. A time for visioning, for reaching with our spirits and connecting all that we can vision with our intellect, our feelings, and our bodies.

I'll close with Ecclesiastes 11:6 "In the morning sow your seed, and at evening do not let your hands be idle; for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good."


http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/staff/detail.cfm?StaffID=4
http://web.extension.uiuc.edu/cook/reports/i244/index.html#Article_3
http://web.extension.uiuc.edu/search/stateresults.cfm?cx=013441887324743351507%3Afnavtnakbe4&q=urban+gardening&sa=Search&cof=FORID%3A11#1099
http://www.garden.org/home

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Diane Schroer Wins ... and so do we

Go Diane!!



Diane has been fighting to keep her job at the Library of Congress as a terrorism research analyst. The job that was offered to her and then taken away when they found out she was, well, who she was. You see, she went into her job interview as David but she was in transition. When she was offered the job she told them that she would be coming to work as Diane. The next day the offer was rescinded.

Here is an excerpt of her profile:

"Diane Schroer is not one to shrink from a challenge. As an Airborne Ranger qualified Special Forces officer, the 49-year-old veteran completed over 450 parachute jumps, received numerous decorations including the Defense Superior Service Medal, and was hand-picked to head up a classified national security operation. But when she retired as a Colonel after 25 years of distinguished service in the Army, she faced one of her biggest challenges yet: coming out to her friends and family as a transsexual woman."
http://www.aclu.org/lgbt/transgender/12255res20050602.html#profile

Diane and the ACLU have fought a long hard battle, and they have won.

After winning she said this,

"It is especially gratifying that the court has ruled that discriminating against someone for transitioning is illegal," said Schroer in a statement from the ACLU, which represented her in court.

"I knew all along that the 25 years of experience I gained defending our country didn't disappear when I transitioned, so it was hard to understand why I was being turned down for a job doing what I do best just because I'm transgender. It is tremendously gratifying to have your faith in this country, and what is fundamentally right and fair, be reaffirmed."
http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/09/19/transsexual.discrimination/index.html

and this

She added, "I hope, too, that employers, family members, friends and co-workers will begin to understand variations in sexual orientation and identity from a basis of knowledge and not fear."
http://www.abcnews.go.com/TheLaw/Health/story?id=5843396&page=1

This is good news! Thank you Diane. Thank you for putting yourself out there and not giving up. Thank you for being willing to take the fall but keeping the faith. Thank you for ... everything.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Trouble The Water

This from ColorOfChange.org
"Trouble the Water is a remarkable film that tells a gripping story about two survivors of Hurricane Katrina. It opens in Chicago this weekend, and if enough people go to see it, the chances are greater that it will be released in theaters across the country and spark much needed discussion and real change."

Where in Chicago?

Century Centre, Chicago, IL Fri & Sat, Sept 19 & 20 at 5:00, 7:30 & 10:00pm

Also...
On Friday, 9/19, Tia Lessin will be present for Q&A after the 5 and 7:30 show and will introduce the 10:00 screening
On Saturday, both Carl Deal & Tia Lessin will be present for Q&A after the 5 and 7:30 show and will introduce the 10:00 screening

Check out the website for Trouble the Water.

Watch the trailer below.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

What Happened to the Intersections? Complicating White Privilege

This is from the blog, Diary of an Anxious Black Woman.

I had to take some time to ponder Tim Wise's "This is Your Nation on White Privilege," which many of my readers had already critiqued when they added their comments in response to his commentary. I, like many others, appreciated the succinct way he cut to the chase and highlighted what is so problematic about the way Americans, and specifically the media, have responded to the different campaigns run by McCain-Palin and Obama-Biden. Yet, the definitions of white privilege were much too simplistic and really didn't get at why it would be easy for a number of voters, including feminist-identified ones, to side with a ticket, indeed a woman, who had no interest whatsoever in upholding feminist principles. It's not simply the workings of whiteness, but also the intersections of gender and class.

Read the rest here!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Easter - Phoenix Paper

1 Corinthians 15:12 – 19
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets – pages 206 and 207

Today is a day of Easter celebration. It is a day that we celebrate a Phoenix rising. It is a day of celebrating – paper.

Yes, today I bring you the new paper that we made out of the old paper that held the etchings of our pain and sorrow and fractures and whatever else was on them. Today, rising from the shreds, is this phoenix paper. Rising from the tomb of the blender is this Easter paper.

We know that Easter is the celebration of Jesus being resurrected after his death. The Phoenix was a symbol early on in our Christian story. It was used by early Christian theologians about 150 years after Christ. It was a symbol used in early Christian art and literature – it represented the resurrection, immortality, and the life-after-death of Jesus the Christ.

Our faith as Christians is centered on the Easter event – the resurrection. The way that we believe in the resurrection of Jesus may differ from denomination to denomination and from person to person, but resurrection in some form is central to the Christian faith.

In our reading today, in 1st Corinthians, Paul is talking specifically about the physical resurrection of Jesus. He is teaching those in the church who believe that Jesus was raised from the dead, but who for some reason don’t believe that everyone else who dies will be raised from the dead too.

Whatever each of our beliefs is about resurrection from physical death, I believe that we experience death throughout our lives in many different ways. It is the resurrection from those deaths that I want to celebrate today. Specifically, I want us to celebration the resurrection of this paper that represents the death of many of us. While these pieces of paper don’t look like a bird or a holy risen messiah, they look like hope to me.

Look at them – take a good look at them. They are the same pieces of paper that we wrote on and that we shredded, but they are completely different. They are beautiful, aren’t they? They are transformed – resurrected – reborn. These are pieces of Phoenix Paper. They are new and fresh, ready to be used – and yet, they hold within them the past. Like the Phoenix that bursts into flames, turns into ash, and rises from the ash new born, these sheets of paper are fresh and new.

They represent us and the way I believe we are to live this Christian faith. We take who we are, what we’ve been given … all the components of our lives … and we renew ourselves year by year, month by month, week by week, day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Verse 19 says, “If for this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.” If for this life…. If for the life of the past, the life of the moment that we thought made the most sense … if that’s the life that we are going to cling to in our hope in Christ, then we are not fully celebrating the resurrection power of our faith.

I don’t much talk about faith in Jesus. I talk about following his teachings and living our lives using his as an example, but I don’t talk much about faith in him. Faith in Jesus as the Christ is very important to me. His audacious teachings about God and social justice, which led to his torture and execution, which resulted in his resurrection – all of those components combined with the Holy Spirit – are the core reasons that I call myself a Christian.

Jesus as a Christ, one who leads us and who cannot be defeated. Jesus as a Phoenix, one whose life cycles from birth to death to rebirth, who overcomes and overcomes and overcomes. This Jesus, who I celebrate as resurrected every day because I call myself a Christian, this Jesus has demonstrated to us that we too have resurrection power. Because Christ died and rose from the dead, therefore we see what resurrection power looks like and we reach out for it and find ourselves lifted up from the burning ashes of our periodic deaths.

It is a real death, not a supposed one. I think it’s a mistake to talk as if the death wasn’t really a death because there was resurrection. No, it was a real death – often quite painful. But it doesn’t end there. Life begins again. We begin again.

There’s another parallel that I see between the Phoenix and Jesus the Christ – it is the healing powers of both. As we live into our destiny of resurrection, which includes us living our lives in the same power which made Jesus a Christ, we will also flow more powerfully in our destiny as healers. I’m not saying what form this healing will take. There is a lot that need healing and lots of ways to heal. We each have our gifts. But it is, I believe, the power of the resurrection that gives us the hope and the audacity to live into our gifts – these gifts of every type of healing.

Will you celebrate with me and together this specific resurrection – this specific rebirth. We know that there is more to follow, more to think about, more to do … but today, in this moment, it is a time to be joyous and be filled with awe that what was once dead is now reborn, transformed, and filled with the power of hope.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Planting in September

I am assuming that we all know this date. We all have some terrible memories and feelings that still haunt us. I don't want to push away those memories and feelings, but I do want to live in and have hope for today and tomorrow.

Yesterday I bought seeds. Today, I planted them - well, most of them. So far I have planted Fennel, Basil, and Cumin. Later today I will plant Echinacea and Catnip.

Is my act of planting seeds due to my desire for transformation simply symbolic? I don't think so. Will my planting seeds on September 11, 2008 make a change in the world? Maybe. It is an act of hope. It is also an investment in life. My life. Your life. Non-Human life. All life.

It is also the act of transformation for myself. I am needing to be differently on this day. I am needing to be active and hopeful. My grieving is changing from being devastated to rebuilding. If I begin to rebuild - in the way I talk and the decisions that I make - then my planting seeds isn't simply symbolic. It is one of many steps toward rebuilding, both internally and externally.

Some of you may not be at the rebuilding place. Some of you may be, but don't know that you can. Some of you may be actively involved in rebuilding. For everyone and for myself, I have planted these seeds and will nourish them. They will serve to change the air around me as well as to be a visual reminder that we can and must rebuild.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Help Needed in Louisville, KY for Gustav Evacuees

This post seen here.

A friend working in New Orleans sends the alert: “I have heard from two folks in the activist community in New Orleans who evacuated to KY and they have been working to address some issues in the shelter in Louisville. They have made a call out for us to ck with our networks about any contacts in Lousville. They need # 1) lawyers or other legal assistance and # 2) other people who would be willing to get email info and respond by making calls to FEMA, Red Cross, mayors office etc.”

She forwards this appeal:

To the Louisville Peace and Justice Community,

As you may know, there are approximately 1,800 Hurricane Gustav evacuees staying right now in a shelter at the Louisville Expo Center, organized by the Red Cross. While much has been done to provide for evacuees’ needs, as FEMA drags its feet and the evacuation drags on, conditions for evacuees are worsening dramatically.

Please take a moment to call and e-mail:
FEMA Director DAVID PAULISON: (202) 646-3900,
the RED CROSS: (502) 589-4450, and loren.mccamey@louisville-redcross.org.
Louisville mayor Jerry Abramson, (502) 574-2003, http://www.louisvilleky.gov/Mayor/contactusmayor.htm
And tell them that you won’t allow evacuees to be treated this way in your name! Please request that they immediately address the following 4 concerns:

1. Stop police harassment of evacuees. Evacuating is not a crime.
Evacuees have reported harassment from some police officers, merely for walking down the road to the convenience store during the day. They are assumed to be criminals and treated with suspicion and hostility by an ever increasing police presence. The Louisville police should be keeping evacuees safe, not targeting and punishing them during their time of need.

2. Stop unreasonable rationing of food, blankets, clothing and medicine, and give evacuees what they need now.
Due to FEMA’s incompetence, many people lost their luggage and have been wearing the same clothes for almost a week. Yet the Red Cross is only giving out one set of clothes per person, and not everyone has even gotten that. Diabetics have been punished for “hoarding” food when they save snacks to maintain their blood sugar. The Red Cross has piles of food, clothes and blankets, but isn’t giving people what they need.

3. Provide evacuees with up-to-date, accurate information as it becomes available, and provide them with more computers and more phones.
More than anything, evacuees are DESPERATE for information. People need immediate access to phone and internet to find loved ones, check on their homes, apply for FEMA aid, get in touch with employers and landlords, and many other essential and time-sensitive tasks. YET THE RED CROSS AND FEMA HAVE PROVIDED ONLY 20 PHONES and 6 COMPUTERS for 1,800 PEOPLE!

4. AND PLEASE TELL FEMA: Send all evacuees home now, with adequate compensation for money they have lost while evacuated.
Evacuees were brought to shelters across the south by FEMA - who put them on buses and planes without telling them where they were going. In some cases, they were put on different planes than family members, told that they were going to the same city, and then found themselves hundreds of miles away from spouses, parents and children. Gulf Coast parishes, and the New Orleans airport, have all reopened, yet FEMA has yet to get most folks home - or even release a plan to tell them when and how they will get home. Meanwhile, many people have spent everything they had - often dipping into money for rent and utilities - on evacuation expenses, and many have missed work while being stranded so far from home.

FEMA and the Red Cross need to know that people are watching to assure that evacuees don’t have to endure another Katrina. Additionally, the mayor’s office will be open tomorrow, Saturday, from 8am-12pm, so please let them know that you care about how evacuees are treated in your city. And please forward this message to your friends and allies. We very much appreciate your hospitality, and your concern.

In Solidarity,
Renee Corrigan and Nicole Gillies,
The Greater New Orleans Organizers’ Roundtable