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Astounded by Forgiveness

by Nancy Hastings Sehested
Mark 2:1-12

Jesus was in demand as he made his way into the villages along the Sea of Galilee. After a dizzying schedule of healing the sick and casting out demons, he arrived in the fishing village of Capernaum. There it was reported that he was at home. The home was easy enough for a crowd to find. It was probably one or two rooms, made of the dark stone of the region stuck together with mud. The thatched roof of straw and clay was made strong with crossbeams of wood.

Then as now people were desperate for healing and inspiring teaching. The people smushed in as close as possible, but they couldn’t all get in the doorway. While Jesus was teaching, four people arrived carrying a paralyzed man on a pallet. They wanted to place the man in front of the healer Jesus, but there was no way to get in.

Unwilling to give up, the carriers took desperate measures. They hauled the man up the outside steps to the rooftop, “unroofed the roof”, made an opening through the mud and straw, and lowered the man on the mat into the crowd to Jesus.

In our Lenten prayer group this past week, we had a good time imagining this scene wondering how it might’ve happened. Were the four yelling at each other, “Don’t drop him!” “This way!” “Be careful!”

Or maybe, as one person imagined, the man on the pallet was the one yelling. “Watch what you’re doing! There’s no way I can get through that opening. I’ll fall. I’ll break my neck. Put me down. Forget about it. This’ll never work.”

Or maybe it was the friends who were reluctant all along and it was the man on the pallet who was insistent. Maybe the pallet man was the one saying, “Come on, guys. Just get me to Jesus. I know he can help. He’s my best hope.”

Or maybe his friends were saying to the pallet man, “Really, man, we’re worn out by your condition. We can’t bring you food and water one more day. We can’t hear you blame everyone and everything for your misery one more time. We’re getting you to healing. We don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s worth a try. We’re taking you to see Jesus.”

One person in our prayer group imagined that she was holding onto one end of the mat thinking it would never work and needing another person to shout some encouragement to keep on going. “Come on! We can do this! We got it! It’s gonna work!” How many times have we just about given up on doing hard things when someone gives us the nudging word of strength we need. “Keep on! We’re gonna make it!”

I like to imagine it was a team of enthusiasm that dug through that roof. After all, the word “enthusiasm” comes from en, that means “within,” and “theos”, meaning “god.”

Maybe their enthusiasm was making room for God in a tight space of narrowed hopes.

Jesus may not have known the back story. It didn’t seem to matter in the moment. However they got there, the friends made a way in a desperate situation for their desperate friend. Even through the dirt falling through the roof Jesus could see compassion coming down. When he saw their faith, he said to the man, “Son, your sins are forgiven.”

Forgiveness. That was the first word? Didn’t it need to come with a bit more clarification? Maybe Jesus should’ve said, “Son, I know that people have told you that you’re to blame for your paralysis, or it’s the fault of the sin of your parents or your own sin. But it’s just not true. You’re not to blame for illness. There’s nothing to forgive.”

But maybe Jesus knew us human beings. Even if it isn’t about personal fault, the fault line can still feel like it cuts through our own hearts and our crumpled up body confirms the diagnosis.  

We’re as good as those first century people in looking for ways to assign fault, some of it justified. Whether we are to blame or not, we can feel like its us to blame. Sometimes we carry guilt that belongs to another. Sometimes we carry guilt that belongs to a whole damnable system of social ills that we’ve internalized. It can paralyze us, distort our perspective, slam us down to living our days on a tiny mat, as if we didn’t matter.

But then there are the times when we truly have messed up. We can carry the agony of guilt from some terrible choices of our own making. It’s paralyzing. It’s shaming.

Jesus said to the man without giving an explanation, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” What a word! What a release! The man dropped down a hole and landed in a whole different world from the one he’d been paralyzed in. He discovered the soft landing of forgiveness. He never could’ve made it there on his own.

What a blessing that there was a crowd of folk around to witness it! Some were awestruck by it all.

And there were also some fuddy-duddies. The biblical story called them scribes. They just couldn’t give themselves to rejoicing when someone might be getting it wrong. We’ve all known fuddy-duddies. Sometimes they are us.

Scribes didn’t really have much power except the power of persuasion. They were interpreters of the law, the standards of the faith. Don’t we all have our standards? We know what a progressive radical Christian should look like.

The scribes wanted to get the faith right. They wanted to help people get it right. They were serious about their faith. They were on the look-out for folks who weren’t quite saying it or doing it right. They wanted to monitor and interpret everyone else’s motives and actions. What exhausting work! They lived on their own pallets that paralyzed their souls with disappointment because no one could measure up.  

They wondered, “Why does this fellow speak like that? It’s blasphemy.” The scribes dissed Jesus as “this fellow.” Who’d he think he was, anyway? Only God could forgive sins. Jesus never denied the power of God to forgive sins.

Jesus caught their spirit quickly. “He perceived in his spirit…” Jesus was perceptive but it doesn’t take much for any of us to know when there are people in the room who have folded their arms and hearts.

So the story moved from a healing to a controversy. But Jesus was not rattled enough to forget who he was or what he was about. He acknowledged their questioning spirit, nodded to their concerns, “ I wonder why you’re questioning this? Which is easier to say to this paralytic man, “You’re sins are forgiven, or to say, ‘Stand up, take your pallet and walk’?” I don’t know, Jesus. But this sounds like a trick question. Both seem impossible.

Jesus said something like this: “But just so you’ll know that the Son of Humanity, the Human One…and all us human ones…have authority right here in this life to forgive, to offer forgiveness, to release each other with the power of forgiveness…just so you’ll know that healing is all tied up with both body and soul…” he turned to the man on the mat, and said, “I say to you, stand up, take up your pallet and go on home.”

And the man stood up, and immediately took up his pallet and walked before all of them on his way home. Home. He carried his pallet so he wouldn’t forget where he once was stuck. It was the carried pallet that kept him mercy-bound with a heart of compassion. People were astounded and said, “We’ve never seen anything like this.”

Our world expands through vicarious experiences. We bear witness to the unexpected surprises in one another. Through it our capacity for empathy increases. Being astounded together is one of the best things about being in community, about being human together. Wouldn’t we like to have more communal astonishment?

Wouldn’t we have liked to have seen it at Oklahoma University this last week? In response to a racist chant by a group of fraternity brothers the president of OU acted quickly to denounce their actions. That was good. There absolutely needed to be accountability for using hateful and horrific language.

But then the predictable pattern fell into place. It was the same old triple crown of punishment for a failing. Blame ‘em, shame ‘em and shun ‘em.

What if the OU president had said, “What happened is deplorable. There are consequences. We will not tolerate any language that denigrates or disrespects anyone, regardless of race, religion, gender or class. Yet we are aware that we all suffer from living within a racist and biased culture of prejudices. We are in this together. The students will remain on campus so that we can learn together. Together we will seek healing. Together we will take steps to foster a climate of forgiveness and reconciliation. Together we will resist the cultural forces that are divisive and wounding. Together we will learn about the paralyzing systems of injustice that bind and constrict us. Together we will seek to discover a mercy that unites us and strengthens us to change for the common good.”

Now that could’ve torn the roof off! That’s something that could’ve made us shout, “We’ve never seen anything like this!” But we’ve seen this again and again.

After I showed the movie The Power of Forgiveness to a small group of inmates at the maximum security prison, there was a lively discussion. Some of them acted as if their next breath depended on forgiveness but Evan stayed unusually silent. A few weeks later he asked if he could have time in the Sunday service to speak. “Just one thing, Chap. Could you bring your scissors and stand next to me when I talk?”

So in a crowded windowless room in a Sunday service at the prison I slipped a pair of scissors into my jacket sleeve and stood next to Evan. He adjusted his glasses and read his folded papers.  “I’m halfway through my prison time,” he said calmly. “Eight years down, eight to go.” Then he spun out the story.

“Some of you who know why I’ve been growing my hair long. I’ve kept it to remember my girlfriend. She loved my hair, brushed it everyday.” Then he told about the terrible night when he drank too much and drove. The car crashed and his girlfriend Nora was killed.

“I have a card from Nora’s best friend saying she will take my ponytail to the place where Nora’s ashes are buried…so that the birds or squirrels can make nests with it.”

Then he asked for their forgiveness. He asked for forgiveness from a room full of failed human beings who were still on their own paralyzing pallets.  “If I’ve been short with you….I apologize and pray for your forgiveness…I’ve been tormenting innocent people with my own spirit…

Do I need Nora’s forgiveness now? I don’t think so. I believe that she has forgiven me a long time ago. Do I need her best friend’s forgiveness? No, she also has forgiven me. Do I need God’s forgiveness? I believe that God has also forgiven me.

Do I need God’s guidance? Absolutely! So it seems that God’s guidance is showing me in this rough time that I need to forgive myself. If I don’t this circle will continue to expand and become an even heavier burden to bear. True forgiveness is a tough thing. I must first understand why I need this precious gift and in my heart, I must know when to give it. I must also know when to receive it. I believe now is the time to forgive myself.”

Evan turned to me. I handed him the scissors. His ponytail draped on his shoulder as he snipped away. Then holding his long locks high above his head, Evan smiled as everyone in the room stood clapping and cheering. He’d picked up his pallet and was walking home. We were all astounded. We’d never seen anything like it!

May the astonishments of forgiveness keep on coming!

Circle of Mercy Congregation
Asheville, NC
March 15, 2015

The Land of Christ: A Palestinian Cry

by Yohanna Katanacho, reviewed by Dan Buttry

Katanacho is dean and faculty member at Nazareth Evangelical College, located in the city the Gospels identify as Jesus’ boyhood home in northern Israel. He was the co-author of "The Palestinian Kairos Document" which addresses the issues of Israel, Palestine, the Occupation, and Christian theology, faith, and practice. In speaking of the "Theology of Resistance,” Katanacho writes about Jesus' command to love our enemies:  "Love opens the channels of communication. It should provoke Palestinians and Israelis to talk to each other, instead of killing each other. It should help them to pursue justice and security together for love is not an excuse to abandon justice, but an opportunity to pursue it." Given the support of “Christian Zionism” in many US churches, especially among evangelicals, Katanacho’s voice needs to be heard. —Dan Buttry is a global missions consultant for peace and justice with American Baptist Churches International Ministries

News, views, notes and quotes

12 March 2015 • No. 13

Invocation. “Be humble for you are made of earth.” —Serbian proverb

Southern Appalachian mountaintops are now a bit safer. “After five years of action by Earth Quaker Action Team, PNC Bank announced a shift in its policy on March 2 that will effectively cease its financing of mountaintop removal coal mining in Appalachia.
        “This marks a major turnaround for the nation’s seventh largest bank, which for years refused to budge on this issue. After more than 125 actions, their desire to continue business as usual proved no match for Earth Quaker Action Team, or EQAT, and our allies.
        “As more and more banks stop financing mountaintop removal, we expect the coal companies to have more trouble over the next few years securing financing for extreme extraction.” —“How a small Quaker group forced PNC Bank to stop financing mountaintop removal,” George Lakey

According to a report by the Florida Center for Investigative Reporting, the state’s Department of Environmental Protection employees have since 2011 been banned from using terms like “climate change,” “sustainability,” and “global warming.”

Hymn of praise. If you haven’t heard it, or need to hear it again (and maybe again and again), listen to “Glory,” by Common and John Legend, from the move “Selma,” which won the 2015 Best Original Song at the 87th Academy Awards and the 72nd Golden Globe Award.

Awesome. When eight-year-old Girl Scout Lily DeRosia, of Rochester, New York, heard the news that workers at a cookie factory in Louisville, Kentucky, which makes Girl Scout cookies, were being mistreated, she got her troop members and leader to sign a letter to Kellogg brand CEO John Bryant, saying “We want to sell cookies made by a company that cares about there (sic) workers.”

¶ “If you think you're too small to be effective, you've never been in bed with a mosquito.” —anonymous

Hard to say if this is funny or sad. “Parody of ‘contemporary’ church(thanks, Abigail)

Intercession. Shortly after this photo was taken, RJ, a member of my congregation (at right), now serving with Christian Peacemaker Teams, was taken into custody along with several others by Israeli Border Police in Hebron, Palestine, for interfering with police work (i.e., taking photos of police interaction with Palestinian citizens). All were released after an hour; but such detainments are becoming more common. That photo inspired a new poem, “For RJ: The One who shields from detainment’s constant threat.”  See this site for more information about CPT's work.

Women’s History Month is an annual recognition highlighting the contributions of women in history and contemporary society. It is commemorated in March in the US, the United Kingdom and Australia, corresponding with International Women’s Day on 8 March. In Canada the commemoration is in October, corresponding with “Persons Day” on 18 October, marking the anniversary of a pivotal constitutional case in 1929 decision making it legal for women to be elected to the country’s Senate.

I can’t help but remember when, some years ago, my wife preached in a Baptist seminary chapel service on the school’s “Women in Ministry” day. She began by expressing thanks for the occasion but also looking forward to the day when the seminary established a “Men in Ministry” day.

Last week the US Postal Service issued a new “Forever” stamp featuring the portrait of Maya Angelou and a quote from the first volume of her autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.

The first “International Women’s Day” was in 1911. In 1980 US President Jimmy Carter issued the first presidential proclamation declaring the week of 8 March as Women’s History Week, saying “I urge libraries, schools, and community organizations to focus their observances on the leaders who struggled for equality—Susan B. Anthony, Sojourner Truth, Lucy Stone, Lucretia Mott, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Harriet Tubman, and Alice Paul.”

It’s hard to imagine anything like this happening now in Congress. In August 1981 a bipartisan Joint Congressional Resolution co-sponsored by Sentator Orin Hatch (R-Utah) and Representative Barbara Milulski (D-Maryland), authorized (Public Law 97-28) and requested the President to proclaim the week beginning 7 March 1982 as “Women’s History Week.” In 1987 Congress approved Public Law 100-9 designating March as Women’s History Month.

Tenth anniversary of Dorothy Stang’s martyrdom. Sister Dorothy Stang,  a member of the Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur, was an American-born woman who first went to Brazil in 1966, later becoming a Brazilian citizen. Over the next 40 years she built schools, established child nutrition programs, and worked with poor farmers in the Anapu region of the Amazon Forest, actively resisting illegal loggers and ranchers in their attempts to displace local communities. On 12 February 2005, while walking a dirt road on the way to a community meeting, two men assassinated her. The Roman Catholic Church later declared her a martyr.
       Following Sister Dorothy's death, Brazilian President Luiz Inacio da Silva put nearly 20,000 of the Amazon's 1.6 million square miles in the Anapu region under federal environmental protection. Brazil’s Human Rights Minister, Nilmario Miranda described her as “a legend, a person considered a symbol of the fight for human rights in [the Brazilian state of] Para.” Sister Dorothy (“Dot” to the people with whom she worked) was often pictured wearing a t-shirt with the slogan: “A Morte de floresta é o fim da nossa vida,” which is Portuguese for “The Death of the forest is the end of our life.”

¶ In 2011 the Obama administration released a report, Women in America: Indicators of Social and Economic Well-Being,”  the first comprehensive federal report on women since the report produced by the Commission on the Status of Women in 1963.

Former President Jimmy Carter, in his 2014 book,  A Call to Action: Women, Violence, and Power, argues that the world’s discrimination and violence against women and girls is the most serious, pervasive, and ignored violation of basic human rights.

The National Women’s History Project’s 2015 theme is “Weaving the Stories of Women’s Lives.”

Ain’t I a Woman? Here’s an inspiring 3-minute reenactment by Kerry Washington of Sojourner Truth’s extemporaneous speech at the May 1851 Women’s Rights Convention in Akron, Ohio.

Confession. “Violence against women hurts everyone, including men. We invite our brothers to take up this cause, and be free from the limiting strictures of our modern definition of masculinity!” —Eve Ensler. Watch Tony Stroebel’s 2-minute video, “ManRise,” using Ensler’s text.

Words of assurance. "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world." —Marianne Williamson, A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of a Course in Miracles.

¶ Look for it. “The Hunting Ground,” an Academy Award-nominated film about sexual assault on US college campuses, is now in release in selected cities.

On Monday the United Nations issued a report saying that violence against women around the world “persists at alarmingly high levels in many forms.” Among its findings is the reality that 35% of women around the world have experienced either sexual or physical violence.

Preach it. “She [the woman pursued by the dragon in Revelation 12] is a woman of power. If she were not, the dragon would not have bothered. But he persists. Her power is a threat to all that he stands for. But her trust in a God of life and love saves and sustains her. God bears her up on wings. A dance that God began with Eve continues through time.” —Joyce Hollyday, Clothed With the Sun: Biblical Women, Social Justice & Us—still the best book of reflections on women in the Bible

Lection for Sunday next. “But this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, says the Lord: I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts. . . . No longer shall they teach one another, or say to each other, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me.” —Jeremiah 31:33-34

O Lord, I’ve made you a place in my heart, and I hope that you leave it alone—Greg Brown

For more on “heart religion,” see Ken Sehested’s sermon, “Religion of the Heart”  and a litany for worship, “Heart Religion."

“She marched, so I can vote. I will never not vote again.” —Krystall Leek, student at Berea College, speaking about Ann Beard Grundy who, as a Berea freshman in 1965, had participated in the 1965 march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama. Grundy, originally from Birmingham, was a member of 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham when it was bombed in 1963. The two were part of a group of Berea students and alumni who participated in the recent 50th anniversary march. Among the stories Grundy told of the 1965 trip to Selma was that their bus driver got so frightened about driving into the tense Selma atmosphere that he stopped 40 miles from the city and refused to continue, doing so only after the Berea students refused to pay him if he didn’t complete the journey. Story by Aamer Madhani, “50 year later, Selma still inspiring,” USA Today.

¶ “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.” —legendary anthropologist Margaret Mead

¶ “There is Kayla Mueller’s America and there is Chris Kyle’s America and we can’t identify with both. There is Kayla Mueller’s Christianity and Chris Kyle’s Christianity and the two religions have little in common. Kyle or Kayla; who’s your hero?” —by Alan Bean, one of my favorite commentators on questions of faith and justice.

Altar call. “The test of sincerity of one’s prayer is the willingness to labor on its behalf.” —St. John Chrysostom

Benediction. “Live long and prosper” were the parting words of Mr. Spock, on “Star Wars,” played by Leonard Nimoy, with hand raised, two fingers apart, forming a “V.” Nimoy himself said the idea for this salute came from his Orthodox Jewish childhood.
        This shape of the Hebrew letter “shin,” Nimoy said in a 2013 interview as he made the famous “V” gesture, is the first letter in several Hebrew words, including “Shaddai” (a name for God), “shalom” (meaning “peace” and still a common word for saying hello or goodbye), and “Shekhinah” (the shining presence of God, often thought of as a feminine presence). The hand sign—using both hands—has been used by rabbis for hundreds of years for the ritual of Priestly Blessings, performed on various Jewish holidays and other special events.

Featured this week on prayer&politiks:
•A new poem, “For RJ: Freedom from detainment’s threat,”  following her detainment by Israeli police in Hebron, Palestine
Religion of the Heart,”  a sermon based on Jeremiah 31:31-34, lection for 22 March
Heart Religion,” a litany for worship, inspired by Jeremiah 31:33-34
• “The Cost of freedom entails moral accountability: The need for truthtelling about the CIA’s torturing practices,” a newspaper op-ed

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For RJ: The One who shields from detainment’s constant threat

by Ken Sehested

DO WHAT YOU DO,
when you need to do it,
where you do it,
how you do it,
with whom you do it,
for whatever reason and
         whatever manner you do it,
oblivious to both promise of reward
         and threat of punishment,
neither heaven nor hell,

WITH NEITHER MALICE NOR CONCEIT,
foreswearing hate for enemies
         no less than pride of companions,
in strong days and weak,
hard times and favorable,
rain or shine,
in famine and in feast,
with surge of courage or
         barely-disguised trembling,
in Arabic, Hebrew or English,

ABSENT ANY MOTIVE DERIVED
         from guilt or righteousness,
perceiving no one as beyond
         the radius of Heaven’s reach,
foreswearing both optimism and pessimism,
innocence and fault,
whether imprisoned or free,
letting your heart take you where
         your feet fear to tread,
         your hands are slow to touch,
         your voice shiveringly hesitant,

BEARING NO BURDEN FROM YESTERDAY,
clutching no outcome for tomorrow,
remembering all the while that
         it is not you doing it at all
         (you get no extra cookies)
but the One to Whom all yesterdays
and every tomorrow belongs,
trusting only the Promise made from afar
and Assurance given for the future,

WHOSE PRESENCE NOW
         is all that is needed,
in confidence that nothing important
         can be taken from you
         nor more delightful achieved,
for the One whose Occupation
will make room for all in the land,
each under their own vine and fig tree,
none to make them afraid:
         tears dried,
         apart-hate abated,
         death itself enjoined.

THAT ONE DRAWS NEAR EVEN NOW
if you have eyes to see:
         hidden in the shadows,
         eluding every security measure,
         breaching every separation wall,
         dusty-shoed, unkempt hair,
         commonplace face, plainly clad;
the One unveiled in the countenance
         of unsung angels
         whom the mighty deride,
the One who shields from
detainment’s constant threat.

THIS WILL BE
         their undoing; and yet,
         having come undone,
         will themselves
         be freed.

Recall the blessing
pronounced at your departure:

THERE WILL BE TIMES
when you feel the urge
to keep your head down, but
you know to do so would cause you
to miss important things.
And then there are times when
         you really do need
to keep your head down.

UNFORTUNATELY, LEARNING
the difference between the two usually
involves making mistakes
as to which is which.
Hopefully, none that are fatal,
but there are no guarantees.
Just trust that you will,
         in the end,
receive what you most need.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Religion of the Heart

Ken Sehested
Jeremiah 31:31-34
Circle of Mercy, 2 April 2006

        Friday’s Asheville Citizen-Times featured front-page story was about the first day of our new lottery. The story, titled “Let the Dreams Begin,” was dominated by a photo of the woman who won the area’s first prize. She shelled out $20 at the Hot Spot convenience store and gas station south of where Nancy and I live on Brevard Road. The fact that she only won $3 didn’t seem to dampen her enthusiasm. “This is the only way I’m ever going to be a millionaire,” she said. “I can work all my life, and it isn’t going to happen.” [Hold up paper with headline: “Let the Dreams Begin”]

        Meanwhile, the state of North Carolina raked in $10 million on the first day. Last year the voters were promised the money would supplement spending on education, that it would be added to the profits from thousands of bake sales and raffles and school-sponsored carnivals—and, of course, property taxes that support public education. It wasn’t until all the lottery machinery was in place that the governor announced: Oh, by the way, a full 35% of the profits would go to education. And . . . well . . . the richest school districts would be getting more than their proportionate amount because . . . well . . . those poor owners of expensive homes pay an awful lot of taxes.

        To my knowledge, no one is asking why public education is being held hostage to the lottery. Why not ask the Department of Transportation to rely on bake sales and lottery proceeds to cover the cost of widening I-240? Better yet, why not tie Ft. Bragg and Camp Lejeune’s budgets to lottery proceeds? Or the fund that subsidizes tax breaks for corporate relocation offers?

        It’s funny what goes through the mind when you’re doing pick and shovel work, which I’ve been doing a lot recently. I started a new job, digging a French drain and installing natural stone stairsteps up the slope in Mary Anne and Chris’s back yard. Then came the tricky part: trying to wrestle a rototiller up and down that steep slope to bust up the hardened clay and get it ready for planting a ground cover. After tipping over for the third time, and slicing my thumb, I finally decided it was more dangerous than daring. So I’ve gone to the old-fashioned method, back to the shovel: Spade touching earth, driven deep by force of the boot, driving the blade past the inch or so of fertile ground down through another 3-4 inches of clay and the occasional tree root. When the incision is sufficiently deep, bear down on the shovel handle to separate the sod from the slope; then lay it down, moving to the side another six inches and repeat the process, readying that compacted earth to receive fertilizer and seeds, so that those scrubby weeds and sparse grass will give way to more robust vegetation.

        By my rough calculation, there’s 880 square feet of slope to be tilled, which will require about 2,400 shovels-full of dirt. It’s a big job. How do you keep the mind occupied through such a task? For inspiration, I remember that one of our new folk, John Templeton, walked the entire Appalachian Trail, more than 2,100 miles and an estimated 5 million steps, between Springer Mountain in North Georgia to Katahdin in Maine. John describes the experience as a walking meditation. So I’ll think of this work as a shoveling meditation. And I’ll ponder our state’s new lottery, and what it is that makes people imagine becoming millionaires with the scratch of a coin, where the odds of winning are two-and-a-half million to one.

        Blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

        While I’m doing my tilling I’ll ponder other mysterious phenomenon. Like the doctrine of “full-spectrum dominance.” Have you heard that phrase? It was outlined in the Department of Defense’s blueprint for future military operations, issued in May 2000 under the title “Joint Vision 2020.”

        “The ultimate goal of our military force . . . will be achieved through full spectrum dominance—the ability of U.S. forces, operating unilaterally or in combination with multinational and interagency partners, to defeat any adversary and control any situation. . . . Given the global nature of our interests and obligations, the U.S. must maintain its overseas presence forces and the ability to rapidly project power worldwide in order to achieve full spectrum dominance.” (By the way, in case you lost count, the U.S. currently maintains 712 military bases outside our own borders. And our military spending now exceeds the combined military budgets of every nation on earth.)

        Blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

        Among my shoveling meditations is the statement made by George Kennan, one of our most respected foreign ambassadors of the 20th century who is credited with articulating the U.S. theory of “containment” of the Soviet Union. In 1948 he wrote this assessment:

        “We have about 50% of the world's wealth but only 6.3% of its population.  This disparity is particularly great as between ourselves and the peoples of Asia.  In this situation, we cannot fail to be the object of envy and resentment.  Our real task in the coming period is to devise a pattern of relationships which will permit us to maintain this position of disparity without positive detriment to our national security.  To do so we will have to dispense with all sentimentality and day-dreaming; and our attention will have to be concentrated everywhere on our immediate national objectives. . . . We should cease to talk about vague and unreal objectives such as human rights, the raising of living standards, and democratization. The day is not far off when we are going to have to deal in straight power concepts. The less we are then hampered by idealistic slogans, the better.”

        Blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

        The Kennan doctrine, and the “full-spectrum dominance” theory, is what led in September 2002 for the Bush Administration’s “National Security Strategy.” That document, just recently updated, provides for the first time in our nation’s history a justification for preemptive war. In other words, no longer does just war theory apply on when it is legally defensible to go to war. We now have in place, as national policy, the authorization to go to war at any time, against any nation, for reasons not open to discussion or debate.

        Blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

        Which reminds me of the comment made during a 2003 news conference, when an aide to Defense Secretary Rumsfeld responded to a reporters’ question about the sagging morale of U.S. troops in Iraq: "This is the future for the world we're in at the moment. We'll get better as we do it more often."

        Blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

        In my shovel-tilling meditation I’ll also be pondering texts like the one we focus on today, where Jeremiah relays the Divine promise that one day the law of love and life will not involve obedience to some exterior command but will in fact be inscribed on the heart of every individual.

        My whole life has been one long pondering of the space between text and context: looking to see what is happening in the world, then looking to see what is written in Scripture; and asking, What does one have to do with the other?

        Blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

        As a young adult, however, I began to sense that the text had little meaning in face of the context. What does the heart have to do with the array of power relations in the world? What does giving your heart to Jesus have to do with realities of war, of continuing racial disparity and economic injustice? Back when the airlines still had them, I used to intentionally book a seat back there in the smoking section, thinking there would be less chance that I would sit down next to someone who might ask me if I had been born again, if I had given my heart to Jesus!

        Why do we, right here in this Circle, spend so much time with this ancient, outdated, often hard-to-understand text? Who do we continue to gather around this Book when we could be out there cleaning up polluted rivers and tutoring disadvantaged children and  caring for homeless people; and resisting the School of the Americas or spending a lot of money making friends in Cuba or sending cards to people in prison?

        Why all this talk about spiritual formation, about “getting saved,” when the world is falling apart? Shouldn’t we dispense with all this sentimental talk about the heart and focus on straight power concepts?

        One of my favorite lines from contemporary music comes from the Greg Brown song sung by Dar Williams, Richard Shindell and Lucy Kaplansky: “Oh Lord, I’ve made you a place in my heart, and I hope now you leave it alone.” In most of what passes for spirituality in our time—whether it’s the old-fashioned type of piety or the newer-age variety—there is a radical disconnect between religion of the heart and life in the flesh. A lot of people—when they talk about “giving your heart to Jesus” —what they mean is having a religious experience tinged with certain kinds of emotion. Is that true? Let’s examine some key biblical images.

      The Bible has two different pivotal images or metaphors for material reality—what Kennan called “straight power concepts”: horses and houses.

      For ancient Israel, "horses" represented military might and prowess. One could even say that horses were as strategically important in ancient times as tanks were in World War II. Time after time Israel was seduced away from trust in Yahweh God to a national policy of "peace through strength." Listen to a few of the relevant texts:

      •Isaiah warns: "Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help and rely on horses, who trust in chariots because they are many, but do not look to the Holy One of Israel" (31:1).

      •The Psalmist cautions: "Some boast of chariots, and some of horses; but we boast of the name of the Lord our God" (20:7).

      •And again: "A King is not saved by his great army; a warrior is not delivered by his great strength. The war horse is a vain hope for victory, and by its great might it cannot save" (33:16-17).

      •Hosea gives this word from the Lord: "But I will have pity on the house of Judah, and I will deliver them by the Lord their God; I will not deliver them by bow, nor by sword, not by war, not by horses, not by horsemen" (1:7).

      It might be appropriate for us to paraphrase the text using terms more intelligible to modern ears: "I will not deliver them by Trident submarines, nor by Cruise or Pershing missiles, not by strategic defense initiatives or covert operations, not even by doctrines of full-spectrum dominance."

      Where "horses" for Israel represented military readiness, "houses" on the other hand was the metaphor for economic strength, for an expanding foreign market and international competitiveness, for increased productivity and consumer purchasing, and a larger Gross National Product. A few examples:

      •Isaiah pronounces this verdict: " the Lord looked for justice, but behold, bloodshed; for righteousness, but behold a cry! Woe to those who join house to house, who add field to field, until there is no more room, and you are made to dwell alone in the midst of the land" (5:7-8).

      •Amos makes this judgment: "Therefore because you trample upon the poor and take from them exactions of wheat, you have built houses of hewn stone, but you shall not dwell in them" (5:11).

      •Matthew's gospel notes: "Woe to you hypocrites! For you devour widows' houses and for a pretense you make long prayers; therefore you will receive the greater condemnation" (23:14).

      •The Acts of the Apostles tells this story: "There was not a needy person among them, for as many as were possessors of lands or houses sold them; and distribution was made to each as any had need" (4:34).

      And what about the heart? In modern times, the heart is a metaphor for human emotions, as in "I love you with all my heart," or "she has a broken heart," or "my heart was pounding when I heard the news." For us, the heart is the "romantic" organ and is the most fickle of human organs. It is thought of as the center of emotions, sentiments, feelings. It is often portrayed in shallow terms as if lacking substantial resolve or commitment, as when someone says, "Well, my heart's just not in it."

      In Hebrew thinking, however, the heart was the center of decision-making, the place where every individual factor—rationality, emotions, intuition, social tradition, etc.—flowed together. The heart was the Supreme Court, if you will, adjudicating the various claims of each of the separate factors and handing down a final, irrevocable decision. The heart represented the deepest level of a human personality, representing the true picture of the person. The Latin word credo, from which we get the word "creed," comes from two words which together mean "I give my heart to." Listen to these texts:

      •Ezekiel gives voice to God's word: "And I will give them one heart, and put a new spirit within them; I will take the stony heart out of their flesh and give them a heart of flesh, that they may walk in my statutes and keep my ordinances" (11:19-20).

      •The Psalmist sings: "It is well with those who deal generously and lend, who conduct their affairs with justice. They are not afraid of evil tidings; their hearts are firm, trusting in the Lord. Their hearts are steady, they will not be afraid" (112:5-9).

      •Jeremiah predicts: "Behold the days are coming, says the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah, not like the covenant which I made with their ancestors when I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt.…I will put my law within them, and I will write it upon their hearts" (31:31-34).

      •In Matthew, Jesus makes these striking claims: "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also" (6:21).

      •From the Acts of the Apostles: "Now the company of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one said that any of the things which they possessed were their own, but they had everything in common" (4:32).

      The point of comparing these three biblical metaphors is to illustrate the fact that decisions about horses and houses are made in the human heart. The Reign of God is rightly said to be about human hearts, because it is in the human heart that choices are made about ultimate trust and security. Such decisions are not merely social or political decisions. They are, at bottom, spiritual decisions. In biblical terms, therefore, giving one's "heart" to Jesus is in fact the most subversive, world-threatening thing that can happen to a person.

      We do a lot of very important things in this community of faith. A few of them are ambitious, even controversial: like starting a partnership with a church in Cuba; like supporting Linda as she undertook her resistance that will land her in jail in a couple weeks; like working with other congregations in Asheville to overcome racial and economic disparity.

      Many of the important things we do are much more modest: like celebrating St. Nicholas Day to provide our children with a different image of Jesus’ birthday; or raising funds to support the work of Helpmate in their struggle against domestic violence; or volunteering with Room in the Inn to provide shelter for homeless women—just to name a few.

      But none is more important than the heart question. None is more important that the constant forming and reforming of our vision.

      Week in, week out, blade touching earth, driven deep by force of boot; then lift, move over 6 inches, and repeat.

      [Hold up newspaper with “Let the dreams begin” headline]

      Sisters and brothers, this is not a dream. This is a fantasy. The real dream—the dream that has the power to confront and transform all our broken places—begins here, in this Circle, around this table.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Heart Religion

And God said: I will give them one heart, and put a new spirit within them; I will take the stony heart out of their flesh and give them a heart of flesh, that they may walk in my statutes and keep my ordinances. (Ezekiel 11:19-20)

It is well with those who deal generously and lend, who conduct their affairs with justice.

They are not afraid of evil tidings; their hearts are firm, trusting in the Lord.

Their hearts are steady, they will not be afraid." (Psalm 112:5-9)

Behold the days are coming, says the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah.

I will put my law within them, and I will write it upon their heart. (Jeremiah 31:31-34)

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. (Matthew 6:21)

Now the company of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one said that any of the things which they possessed were their own, but they had everything in common. (Acts 4:32)

Create in me a clean heart, O God—a heart alight with your passion, guided by your wisdom!

©Ken Sehested, from In the Land of the Living: Prayers personal and public @prayerandpolitiks.org

The cost of freedom entails moral accountability

The need for truthtelling about the CIA’s torturing practices

by Ken Sehested

 

A few weeks ago, Senator Richard Burr [R-NC] took over as Chair of the US Senate Intelligence Committee, whose responsibility is to oversee the Central Intelligence Agency. But already we are troubled by his actions in that job.

Mr. Burr stepped into this role at a critical time: A little more than a month ago, the Committee released a 500-page summary of its “Torture Report,” publicly documenting the inefficacy and brutality of the CIA’s torture program. The full report, which totals some 6,900 pages, remains secret.

In this program, the CIA waterboarded detainees until they convulsed and vomited.  The agency conducted “rectal feedings” of prisoners. In one case, the CIA imprisoned a mentally challenged individual and taped his crying for the sole purpose of coercing a relative to provide information. Another detainee was left partly naked and chained to a concrete floor until he died of hypothermia. The CIA even threatened to sexually abuse detainees’ family members.

Since the Torture Report was released, CIA Director John Brennan has admitted the CIA does not know whether torture produced useful intelligence. According to the chief of one of the CIA’s secret prisons, managers selected “problem, underperforming officers, new, totally inexperienced officers, or whoever seems to be willing and able to deploy at a given time” for the torture program. This casualness resulted in “the production of mediocre or, I dare say, useless intelligence. . . .”

These are clear signs of an agency gone astray. It has never been more obvious that the CIA needs real oversight to ensure that it complies with our laws and with basic moral decency. In his new role, Mr. Burr serves as the CIA’s chief overseer. He bears the moral responsibility for ensuring the CIA does not torture again.

Unfortunately, recent reports suggest Mr. Burr has abdicated his responsibility almost before it began. The Senator has already written to the Administration asking that it return all copies of the full Torture Report to him. He has not said whether this is because he opposes our government learning from its past mistakes or because he is afraid that the full report might some day be declassified—allowing the public to read the full story about the CIA’s use of torture. Either way, the effect of this request is to help the CIA whitewash history.

Worse, Mr. Burr has suggested he is likely to return the Committee’s copy of the “Panetta review” to the CIA. This document is the CIA’s own internal review of its torture program. Although it is classified, it reportedly confirms the findings of the Torture Report—namely, that torture didn’t work and was incredibly brutal, and that the CIA misled the rest of the government about the extent and efficacy of the torture program. Most importantly, the Panetta review is said to contradict the CIA’s public response to the Torture Report.

Given the critical importance of the Panetta review, it seems clear that it should be made public, rather than returned to the CIA (which has a history of destroying evidence related to torture, for example, violating a court order to destroy videotapes of torture sessions before they could be seen by the courts or by Congress). Instead, though, Mr. Burr wants to hand the Panetta review back to the Agency—likely so that it too can be destroyed.

Over the past 15 years the aphorism “freedom is not free” has become a popular patriotic refrain. But we forget that, in 1953, Army Chief of Staff General Matthew Ridgeway used the phrase to identify the difference between those who torture their captives and those who, like us, believe the disavowal of torture is among the “self-evident truths” dating from our Republic’s founding. The “cost” of freedom entails moral accountability.

If we aspire to be a truly exceptional nation, we must be willing to face up to unsavory episodes in our history—to repent of (turn from) wrongdoing and repair torn social fabric. As people of faith we join the National Religious Campaign Against Torture and others in calling for an end to secret prisons designed to mask the stench of torture and subsequent cover up.

Senator Burr is uniquely situated to influence a restoration of our national moral compass in this regard. Urge him to take the lead.

Originally published as an op-ed in the Asheville Citizen-Times

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

5 March 2015 • No. 12

¶ Invocation. “It happens often among us that praise is either escapist fantasy, or it is a bland affirmation of the status quo. In fact, doxology is a darling political, polemical act that serves to dismiss certain loyalties and to embrace and legitimate other loyalties.” —Walter Brueggemann (See Ken Sehested’s “The Work of Praise”  posted on this site.)

¶ Not just a pretty face. National Geographic researchers say in 1996 there were one billion monarch butterflies making their annual trek from the US to wintering grounds in Mexico. By 2004 that number was cut in half. Now the estimate of surviving Lepidoptera is about 33 million. In mid-February the US Fish and Wildlife Service announced a $3.2 million grant to conversation efforts. This week the Natural Resources Defense Council sued the US Environmental Protection Agency in an attempt to get stronger restrictions on the chemical glyphosate, the main ingredient in Monsanto’s Roundup herbicide.

¶ Radio for great music and greater stories. If you’ve never caught an "eTown"  radio broadcast, look for it (or listen to past programs on your computer). Begun 24 years ago by Nick and Helen Forster, the weekly program has a lineup of live music—and each week they give an eChievement award (nominations come from listeners) to someone making positive social change in their community, with a 6-7 minutes live or telephone interview with each week’s recipient each week. These are the kinds of small, courageous stories from which large movements begin.

This week’s Call to Worship: “Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around,”  This Saturday is the 50th anniversary of “Bloody Sunday,” when horse-mounted sheriffs, local police and state troopers waded into 600 unarmed marchers on the Edmund Pettus bridge in Selma, Alabama, demanding the right to vote. Few remember that Dr. King was absent—in fact he had become discouraged that the struggle in Selma would accomplish anything. Two weeks later King would lead the successful Selma-to-Montgomery march that caught the attention of the nation. Some other memorabilia include:
        •A video clip from that confrontation.
        •A USA Today story, “Remembering the martyrs of Bloody Sunday.”
        •Some background to the song “Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around.”
        •National Public Radio story on the man after whom the Edmund Pettus Bridge  was named

¶ King would be preaching about this. “In less than two years, if current trends continued unchecked, the richest 1% percent of people on the planet will own at least half of the world's wealth. That's the conclusion of a new report from Oxfam International stating the rate of global inequality is not only morally obscene, but an existential threat to the economies of the world and the very survival of the planet. ‘Do we really want to live in a world where the one percent own more than the rest of us combined?’ asked Winnie Byanyima, Executive Director of Oxfam International.” —“Richest 1% Percent To Have More Than Rest of Humanity Combined,” Jon Queally, Common Dreams

¶ Confession. “C.S. Lewis abominated religious triumphalism. In ‘The Four Loves,’ for instance he laments the crimes committed by Christians, summoning us to make ‘full confession . . . of Christendom’s specific contribution to the sum of human cruelty and treachery. Large areas of the World will not hear us till we have publicly disowned much of our past. Why should they? We have shouted the name of Christ and enacted the service of Moloch.’” —Ralph Wood, review of “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” movie adaptation of Lewis’ “Chronicles of Narnia,” Christian Century

¶ Words of assurance. “When someone love you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.” —Billy, age four, from Breathing Together, edited by Richard Kehl

A few notes from the Department of Justice’s recently released report on the Ferguson, Missouri’s police department. While 67% of the city’s population is African American, that community received, over a three-year period studied by investigators:
       •85% of traffic stops, 90% of tickets
       •93% of arrests
For minor incidents like jaywalking, blacks made up
       •95% of the cases
       •92% of disturbing the peace charges
       •were twice as likely to have their vehicles searched, but 26% less likely to have contraband
       •all victims of 14 cases of the department’s K9 unit bite incidents were African American.

¶ Intercession: When prayer and care intersect. “In the face of suffering, one has no right to turn away, not to see. In the face of injustice, one may not look the other way. When someone suffers, and it is not you, they come first. Their suffering gives them priority. . . . To watch over another who grieves is a more urgent duty than to think of God.” —Elie Wiesel

The summer before my senior year of college, my parents adopted a cat. When they found him he was covered in dirt and matted fur. He hung his head low and did not purr. When you ran your hand over him, he was skin and bone to the touch. Then my parents took him to the vet where he was groomed. They took him into a home where he received nourishment and love. Day by day, he became more confident and started to reveal more of his personality. He began to purr. He was like a brand new cat.
        “Some weeks later, my step-dad brought up this transformation. Speaking to the condition in which he was originally found, he said, ‘If being in those conditions does that to a cat, imagine what it does to a human being.’”  —Alison Paksoy, “Unsettled by truth: A border awareness experience,” reflecting on a BPFNA-Bautistas por la Paz “Friendship Tour” in El Paso, Texas, and Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, Mexico

For more about immigration, see Out of the House of Slavery: Bible Study on Immigration,”  by Ken Sehested.

¶ Sweet news. Random House announced recently it will publish three new “Dr. Seuss” books based on materials found in 2013 by the good doctor’s widow and his long-time secretary while cleaning his office space. The author, whose real name was Theodore “Ted” Seuss Geisel, died in 1991 at the age of 87. First up, scheduled for this July, is What Pet Should I Get. My personal favorite Seuss tale is The Butter Battle Book.

¶ Even sweeter news. Surely there discussions to be had with “millennials” (generally those born in the two decades after 1980), including questions around the “hook up” culture of sexual relations, along with that age group’s general suspicion of covenant ties of any kind, including the none habits of religious affiliation. I’m no partisan of steepled religion; but religious communities are among the few intergenerational institutions left in our culture which foster communal support in the forming of virtues.
        Yet there is ample, and generally overlooked, news of substantial vision and conviction in this generation for the common good, particularly around racial justice, climate change and income inequality.
        Recently my own city’s newspaper featured a front-page, above-the-fold feature story reporting significant involvements by students in several local colleges, “A new wave of activism: Young people fight for justice.” See the “Student Activism” website for the bigger picture.

¶ Fossil fuel investments skid. In the same newspaper, different section, was a story about how another student group in our region influenced the school’s board of directors to divest holdings in fossil fuel stocks. (I’m proud to say my seminary, Union of New York, did this last year.)
        Now comes a report from the prestigious Bank of England saying that “As the world increasingly limits carbon emissions, and moves to alternative energy sources, investments in fossil fuels . . . may take a huge hit.”
        The report, in the Guardian, also quotes former US Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson, who said in 2014: "When the credit bubble burst in 2008, the damage was devastating. We’re making the same mistake today with climate change. We're staring down a climate bubble that poses enormous risks to both our environment and economy."

¶ Speaking of community-formed values. Ethicist Willis Jenkins "believes we stand little chance of significantly addressing a problem like climate change by simply being the moral voice or trying to change someone’s worldview. He writes in The Future of Ethics that we need instead a ‘view of culture in which morality is learned in bodies, carried by practices, and formed into repertories that teach agents how to see and solve problems.’ There is more hope, then, in our liturgies, our songs and our works of charity than in any finger-wagging or attempts at the moral conversion of oil company executives.” —Ragan Sutterfield, “Prayers with feet: Faith and hope at the People’s Climate March,” Christian Century

¶ Lection for Sunday week. “For all who do evil hate the light and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed” (John 3:20).

¶ Hear the word. “There is a crack, a crack in everything; that's how the light gets in.” —Leonard Cohen, “Anthem

¶ Altar call. Conservatives are exactly right, of course, to ask liberals about the integrity of moral posture shorn of personal risk.
        “It is hard to know, even in one's own case, whether a commitment that costs nothing has any substance. Doubt is aroused particularly by a consideration of American liberals in a global setting. If the wealth of the entire world were redistributed according to the requirements of equal justice, most American liberals would suffer a large and unpleasant change in circumstances. The fact that any such redistribution, within the foreseeable future, is not even a remote possibility, is precisely what makes the moral posture of liberals so questionable. Deploring the poverty of the common people in Asia and Africa is for most of us morally invigorating and at the same time agreeably inexpensive. —Glenn Tinder, "Liberals and Revolution," The New Republic, 1979

¶ Billionaire industrialists and conservative patrons Charles and David Koch recently announced they will donate $889 million for the 2016 political campaigns, double what they funneled into the 2012 elections. This new gravy bowl total will likely eclipse the amount raised by the Republican Party as a whole—and the latter has to be publicly disclosed where the former does not. Now, of course, the Democrats will beat the bushes for their own deep-pocket patrons, and thus the campaign finance dance ups the beat.
        Remember: It was the former Italian dictator and “father of Fascism” Benito Mussolini who said, “Fascism should more properly be called corporatism, since it is the merger of state and corporate power.”

¶ Benediction. “In the face of death, live humanly. In the middle of chaos, celebrate the Word. Amidst babel, speak the truth. Confront the noise and verbiage and falsehood of death with the truth and potency and efficacy of the Word of God. Know the Word, teach the Word, preach the Word, defend the Word, incarnate the Word, do the Word, live the Word. And more than that, in the Word of God, expose death and all death's works and wiles, rebuke lies, cast out demons, exorcise, cleanse the possessed, raise those who are dead in mind and conscience.” —William Stringfellow, An Ethic for Christians and Other Aliens in a Strange Land

                                                                                                                Artwork at right ©Julie Lonneman

Featured on the prayer&politiks site this week:
      •“The Work of Praise,” a poem about "worship, where questions of worth are determined and competing claims of power are decided"
      •"Out of the House of Slavery: Bible Study on Immigration"
      •"Buttered hot biscuits," a litany for worship

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The work of praise

Portending peace for the earth

The Blessed One does not stand in need of our praise;
nor sits impatiently, impudently, awaiting our
genuflection; nor strides restively, demandingly,
threateningly, toward our cowering pose.

No, none of this. There is no protection to be warranted by
proper groveling, calculated flattery, sustained applause,
pleading curtsies or bargaining bows.

It is, rather, we who need to praise. By it we transcend
self-serving ways. By it beggarly egos loosen their grip;
anxious trembling and toil, stilled and rested; fury, calmed;
moans, soothed; regrets, unknotted.

The Holy One of Heaven doesn’t do booster clubs or
sign autographs or make grand entrances at charity balls—
or acknowledge the sky-pointed, victory-claiming index
fingers of star athletes at moments of triumph.

God is not Number One. God is not an integer. God can
no more be counted than the eye can see its optic nerve.

It is by ebullient praise that we become transparent. By it
we send our presumptuousness packing. From it we readily
marshal every asset and place them under the command of
Another—Another, we discover, who is not alien to us, is
not other-than, but is in us, through us, above, under and
around us, who is with us as breath-to-lungs, blood-to-heart.

What feels at first like submission, we come to recognize,
finally, as being at home, where we are welcomed and
prized progeny to be feted, feasted, and royally attired.

In that union all that was broken is mended, all that was
stained is cleansed, all that was doubted rests confident,
all that was down-hearted finds its hallelujah. We become
as lovers to the Beloved. The weighty worries that previously
occupied us, even terrorized us, are disclosed as so much falderal.
Personally, praise is like Pilates for the soul, countering the
constriction of tendons and rusty joints, allowing freedom of
movement and off-road adventures.

Publicly, praise is prelude to undoing
      every slaver’s chain,
      every gallow’s threat,
      every monopoly’s reign.

The work of praise in the tent of meeting—worship, where
questions of worth are determined and competing claims of power
decided—begins in the labor of lament.

How long, O Lord (the psalmist’s persistent introit),
      will soul and soil be anguished and troubled?
      the wicked prosper?
      injustice stalk its prey?!

Glory to God, announced the angels, and on earth, peace.
Mother Mary then magnified the Lord for scattering the
proud and lifting the lowly.

All praise is due to Allah,
says the ancient crier (peace and blessings be upon him),
who delivered us from the unjust people.

Praise to Heaven portending peace for the earth.

Praise is equally personal and public. It grows rote and rank
when privatized for self-stimulation or adherence to pious rigor.
It grows toxic when utilized as a tool for social coherence.
Fully-blossomed, it loses all instrumental intent and rises
“as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.”*

The work of praise is both promise and provocation. By it we
are simultaneously lifted to the ecstasy of beatific vision and
launched into a world which fears doxology above all else.

Sing praise, all ye people.
Clap your hands, ye meadows,
      mountains, forests and fountains.
Magnify, ye birds and bees,
      creatures of seas, every lion and lamb—
                  even you, Uncle Sam.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

*Phrase from Kahlil Gibran, “On Giving,” The Prophet (Oxford, England: Oneworld Publication, 1932), pp. 19–20.

 

News, views, notes and quotes • 26 February 2015 • No. 11

Lenten invocation. “I am the vessel. The draught is God’s. And God is the thirsty one.” — former United Nations General Secretary Dag Hammarskjöld in Markings, his personal journal, posthumously published, now considered a classic of spiritual devotion

Oscar good news. Citizenfour, the film chronicling the decision made by National Security Agency whistleblower Edward Snowden to expose wrongdoing to the world by leaking details of the agency's top-secret global surveillance operation to journalists, was awarded the Best Documentary Film award at Sunday night's Academy Award. "The disclosures that Edward Snowden revealed don't only expose a threat to our privacy but to our democracy itself," said Laura Poitras, the film’s director.

In case this question ever crossed your mind, the US government has 17 different intelligence agencies. Here’s the annotated listing.

More Oscar good news. Crisis Hotline: Veterans Press 1  won the Oscar for short documentaries. “The suicide rate among veterans is staggering and beyond heartbreaking. About 22 veterans kill themselves every day, and this has been going on for years. It used to be that the suicide rate for civilian men the same age was higher than the rate for veterans, but that’s changed.” —film director Ellen Goosenberg Kent

Yet more Oscar good news. Despite the gazi$$ion in box-office receipts (six times the amount of other nominees combined), American Sniper did not receive the “best picture” Oscar, a sign that “money can’t (always) buy me love.”

In other cinematic news. Last week’s “Signs of the Times” focused on “faces.” My one foray into cinematic art, “Journey to Iraq,” a seven-minute video featuring the faces of ordinary Iraq people, with a Darrell Adams background rendition of Bob Dylan’s “Lay Down Your Weary Tune,” is again relevant.  (Here’s the link for postings from that trip, “Journey to Iraq” and “Caitlin Letters.”

Lenten confession. “We are a little lost here in America. Too many of us have tuned out, and too many of us are deeply tuned in to the wrong things. . . . Our renegade national soul has given itself up to petty outlawry. . . . Imagination always has been the way out—a faith in that which seems impossible, a trust that not every mystery is a murder mystery, and that not every mysterious creature is a monster. Imagination is the way out—a belief that safety is not necessarily the primary (or even the secondary) goal of democratic citizenship, and that a self-governing political commonwealth does not always come with a lifetime guarantee. Yes, we are a little lost here in America, but we can find our way, and the best way that we can find is the one that seems like the least secure, the darkest trail, the one with the long, sweeping bend in the road that leads god knows where.” —Charles P. Pierce, “Goodbye to All That,” Esquire magazine

Still waiting for this wisdom to inform policy. Last week US State Department spokesperson Marie Harf (on Chris Matthews MSNBC “Hard Ball” talk show) ignited a firestorm when she remarked, “We’re killing a lot of [ISIS fighters], and we’re going to keep killing more of them. . . . But we cannot win this war by killing them. We cannot kill our way out of this war. We need, in the longer term . . . to go after the root causes that leads people to join these groups.” We need to ask, she continued, “what makes these 17-year-olds pick up an AK-47 instead of trying to start a business?” Reporting the story, Steve Benen said “The right [wing press] went from zero to apoplexy in record time.”
        Interestingly enough, former Joint Chiefs of Staff Admiral Michael Mullen made the same point in 2008, testifying before the House Armed Services Committee: "No amount of troops in no amount of time can ever achieve all the objectives we seek," he said, adding later: "We can't kill our way to victory."

¶ “The Islamic State group is composed of the detritus of wars in Afghanistan, Libya, Chechnya, Yemen. It was fuelled by the destruction of Iraq. Can deliverance be really found in the violence that forged it?” — Vijay Prashad, “Barbarians Are Made, Not Born,” al-Araby al-Jadeed English

I’m not generally a fan of columnist Kathleen Parker. But she began her column last Sunday by writing, “There’s a 2001 feel to President Obama’s request for authorization to use military force and the nauseating sense that we’ll be at war indefinitely. . . . Obama himself has said that this war will extend well beyond his tenure, thus signaling that hell awaits his successor.”

¶ "The American people and the governing class have accepted that war has become a permanent condition. Protracted war has become a widely accepted part of our politics." — retired Army Colonel Andrew J. Bacevich, quoted in “Death toll in Afghan war nears 1,000,” by Craig Whitlock, Greg Jaffe and Julie Tate, Washington Post. Bacevich’s several books are among the best writing on this topic.

Prayer of intersession. “The only way I know to pluck from the hearts of enemies their desire to destroy us is to remove from their lives the sense that, for their own physical and spiritual survival, they must.” —novelist David James Duncan, "When  Compassion Becomes Dissent: On the post-9/11 struggle to teach creative writing while awaiting the further annihilation of Iraq," Orion Magazine

In his 2010 book Obama Wars, journalist Bob Woodward quoted former Defense Secretary Robert Gates as saying, in a State Department dinner for then-Afghan President Hamid Karzai, “We’re not leaving Afghanistan prematurely. In fact, we’re not ever leaving at all.”
        And this from former commander of US troops in Afghanistan General David Petraeus: “I don’t think you win this war. I think you keep fighting. You have to stay after it.  This is the kind of fight we’re in for the rest of our lives and probably our kids’ lives.”

Obama Administration officials no longer use the phrase “War on Terror.” The President prefers “Overseas Contingency Operation.” Another phrase is simply “the long war,” which since 2001 has its own designated service medal (at right), given to military members who serve a tour of duty (30 consecutive days or 60 non-consecutive days) in a designated anti-terrorism operation. The duration requirement is waived for those wounded or killed in such duty.

Lotta’ water under that bridge. “On January 21, 2013, Barack Obama was inaugurated for his second term as president of the United States. Just as he had promised when he began his first campaign for president six years earlier, he pledged again to turn the page on history and take U.S. foreign policy in a different direction. ‘A decade of war is now ending,’ Obama declared. ‘We, the people, still believe that enduring security and lasting peace do not require perpetual war.’” —Jeremy Scahill, “Perpetual War: How Does the Global War on Terror Ever End?, epilogue to Dirty Wars: The World Is a Battlefield

Through an unusual set of circumstances, I had an invitation last week to appear on Bill O’Reilly’s popular Fox News show to talk about nonviolent alternatives to US military strikes against jihadist-flavored opponents whatever-the-name. I declined. I made a vow during my last trip to Iraq, a dozen years ago, just prior to “Shock and Awe,” to never again engage that network’s reporters. The foxifying of journalistic integrity across the board is surely one of the great threats to democratic traditions.
        Anyway, I knew I’d never get beyond questioning the assumption behind muscular military advocates’ derisive interrogation, something like, “Well, violence may have made a mess of things, but you think nonviolence can do better?” And the disdainful “see there!” when proponents of nonviolent strategies for resisting injustice can’t conjure on the spot a magic spell for pulling our collective ass from the fire.
        In case you’re interested, here’s Jon Stewart’s “Daily Show” take on Fox , an unusually long, for him (10 minutes), opening monologue.

Speaking of O’Reilly, it appears he was caught in a wee fib (he’s got lots of company of late), when a Mother Jones magazine article questioned O’Reilly’s claim of covering a war zone during the 1982 Falkland Islands (“Malvinas,” to the Argentines) war between Argentina and Great Britain, when in fact he was in a hotel in Buenos Aires some 1,200 miles from the fighting. O'Reilly threatened a New York Times reporter, promising to come after the reporter "with everything I have" if he felt that any of the reporter's coverage about his Falklands war controversy was inappropriate, adding “You can take it as a threat.”

¶ Last week the United Nations’ Mission in Afghanistan’s annual report revealed that civilian casualties in the country increased 22% in 2014. The 10,548 casualty figure was higher than any year since record-keeping began in 2009. Of that number, 3,699 were killed. The number of women and children wounded or killed also reached a new record.

We should all be delighted that, during last week’s three-day White House summit on confronting violent extremism, President Obama emphatically denied that military strikes against al-Qaeda and ISIS represent a war against Islam, saying “Nor should we grant these terrorists the religious legitimacy that they seek. They are not religious leaders. They are terrorists."
        Yes, thank-you-Jesus. But what do we do with the fact that since 2001 we have launched military strikes against seven countries with Muslim majorities (Afghanistan, Pakistan, Libya, Yemen, Somalia, Syria), not to mention a majority-Muslim province in the Philippines?

Words of assurance. “Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” —Hafez, 14th century Persian poet

Above, Divan of Hafez, Persian miniature, 1585

Black History Month profile. You may not know her name, but you have been affected by the legal battles she won and the precedents she set that helped shape civil rights, women’s rights and human rights. A brilliant lawyer and distinguished federal judge for over forty years, Constance Baker Motley (1921-2005) quietly helped change the course of American history. She is one of many unsung civil rights heroines who waded into the Big Muddy of American racism, but whose name today remains relatively unknown. —Marta Daniels, “Justice is a Black Woman: The Amazing Constance Baker Motley," Common Dreams

Ancient text for the week. “Proclaim God’s deliverance to a people yet unborn, saying that the Lord has done it.” —Psalm 22:31

Modern text for the week. "For as long as I live, I will not let this suffering be normal.” —Kayla Mueller, in a 31 May 2013 interview about her work with Syrian refugees. Kayla was kidnapped in August 2013 by ISIS, which recently claimed she was killed in an airstrike

Altar call. War zone photojournalist Lynsey Addario has made the rounds of talk shows of late, as part of a promotional tour for her book, It’s What I Do: A Photographer’s Life of Love and War. I’ve not yet read the book, but it is interesting that she speak of her work as “bearing witness.”

Benediction. Our congregation’s music coordinator, Brian Graves, has introduced us to a 19th century Shaker hymn tune, “And Now My Dear Companions,” by German immigrant Augustus P. Blasé, a member of the Watervliet, New York community, performed by the beautifully harmonic Rose Ensemble  and a slower, more contemplative instrumental version by William Coulter and Barry Phillips.  Brian wrote new lyrics to the tune, renaming it “God, In Your Mercy,” and has given me permission to post those new lyrics and his commentary.

 

Featured on the prayer&politiks site this week:
     •An older poem, “Elegy for an Ash"  and a brand new one, “Slalom
     •”Dueling Psalms,”  a litany for worship combining verses from the
        Psalms 22 and 23
     •”God, In Your Mercy,”  new lyrics to a 19th century Shaker hymn
     •“Journey to Iraq” and “Caitlin Letters,”  columns from Iraq

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