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Peace, like war, is waged

A litany for worship by Walker Knight

by Walker Knight

Peace plans its strategy and encircles the enemy.

Peace, like war, is waged.

Peace marshals its forces and storms the gates.

Peace, like war, is waged.

Peace gathers its weapons and pierces the defense.

Peace, like war, is waged.

But Christ has turned it all around:

the weapons of peace are love, joy, goodness, longsuffering;

the arms of peace are justice, truth, patience, prayer;

the strategy of peace brings safety, welfare, happiness;

the forces of peace are the sons and daughters of God.                                            

Adapted from a longer poem

Jeremiad rising from a Santa Clarita schoolyard rampage

by Ken Sehested

Another school shooting. Sirens wail. First responders race.

Video shows the now-common recessional, with rifled law enforcement escorting a parade of students from school grounds. So oft repeated it’s now a kind of ritual liturgy.

Then a repeat of the predictable press conference, where scads of local elite get their turns in repeating the mantras. Sheriff, police chief, mayor, FBI agent, school superintendent, hospital administration, all chiming in: awful, tragedy, distress, heartbreak, failure, regret, unimaginable.

Cross out “unimaginable.”

Cable news channels muster their contacts list to orchestrate commentary from a parade of anyone with a title and a video link. Not even presidential impeachment hearings generate more product placement viewership.

From the makeshift podium the press conference moderator begins. “Here’s what we know. . . .  Here’s what we don’t know. . . . We’re doing lots of things.” Lots of things. Lots. Of things. And still more things.

“We’re a strong community. We need to hold each others’ hand. Say our prayers. Say ‘never again.’” (The actual words of this afternoon’s moderator.) Again and again and again.

But never ever comes.

Such vivid, heart-felt perorations of remorse and mourning and lamentation and contrition.

But no repentance. No amends.

Only vacuous remorse. Sentimental mourning. Ethereal lamentation. Vaporous contrition. The gun lobby won’t allow actual penitence. The senate majority leader won’t allow gun safety bills to be considered. Political “realism” triumphs.

One actual Fox News commentator is on record saying, after an earlier, even worse slaughter, “This is the price of freedom.”

Too high a price, this “freedom”—there’s that word, of hallowed memories and hard fought struggle, the altar in our national cathedrals of patriotism, now officiating as pimp to politicians who know where the money comes from.

You gotta’ know who butters your bread, we profess, in light of Mammon’s dominion.

If the Supreme Court says (“Citizens United v. FEC”) campaign finance freedom can be bought by the highest bidder, who are we to blush?

Lo, and “they did not know how to blush" (Jeremiah 6:15).

Not unlike the stones’ authorized cry, the schoolyard itself demands to know: “Oh, who will bless, / Bless and redeem the blood-stained, tear-drenched ground / So once again the healing sun will blaze, / The small birds sing, the flowers be found, / And lion and lamb in loving joy may graze?”*

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*excerpt from Madeleine L’Engle’s “The Other Side of the Sun”

©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

On the origins of Veterans Day

by Ken Sehested

Veterans Day doesn’t lend itself to commercial attention like its twin, Memorial Day, probably because it’s squeezed between two other cash-registering holidays, Halloween and Thanksgiving, and it does not coincide with a car-cultural observance like the Indy 500 auto race.

But it is a federal holiday, what was originally called Armistice (or Remembrance) Day, marking the cessation of World War I hostilities on the 11th month of the 11th day at the 11th hour in 1918.

The “remembrance” is stirred by the poem, “In Flanders Field,” written by Canadian John McCrae, a Lieutenant Colonel during the war, from the point of view of the dead, early in that conflict before the war’s romanticism turned to disillusionment.

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place. . . .

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Here are four things people of faith should reflect on in this season.

1. The law of unintended consequences is never more apparent than in violent conflict.

World War I, begun in July 1914 between Austria-Hungary and Serbia, quickly spread to numerous other countries due to an interlocking series of alliances. The howls of purported dishonored national glory were provoked by precisely the kind of nationalist assertions favored by the current occupant of the White House’s West Wing.

It was all supposed to be over by Christmas. Instead, it escalated quickly. Given the imperial reach and extractive interests of numerous belligerent nations, soldiers from 28 different countries participated. Nations as far away from Europe as South Africa and Japan participated. And all of this started when a fervent Serbian nationalist assassinated the presumptive heir (and his wife) to the Austro-Hungarian throne.

It was unprecedented carnage. The first day alone of the Battle of the Somme resulted in over 70,000 casualties. By war's end on 11 November 1918, the final tally of vengeance for one assassination had claimed the lives of nearly 40 million combatants and civilians, many times over wounded. Add to that, eight million horses, mules, and donkeys were killed.

Furthermore, the war precipitated the Ottoman Empire’s Armenian genocide, which took the lives of another 1.5 million; and it was a significant factor in “the greatest medical holocaust in history,” the 1918 influenza outbreak, which took the lives of somewhere between 50-100 million people worldwide.

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. . . .and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

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2. The Great War was the globe’s first industrialized war. The exuberance of humankind’s burst of scientific discovery in the late 19th century dramatically increased the capacity for mechanized killing. Machine guns, submarines, airplanes, and tanks were “force multipliers” (to use current military jargon).

To say nothing of the development chemical weapons—which, though not the most reliable killing apparatus, was far and away the most terrifying. Each of the major powers—France, Britain and Germany—used chemical weapons, though Germany’s use was the most significant. The US developed an even more effective chemical weapon, and sent a specialized chemical warfare unit to Europe; but the war’s end precluded their deployment.

3. In 1954, in the heat of the Cold War’s hysteria, when “God” became the mascot of the “free” world over against the “godless” communists, Armistice (or “Remembrance”) Day was repurposed as “Veterans Day.” In so doing, the work of mourning and incantations resolving never-again were displaced by the celebration of martial prowess.

“Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not,” declared novelist Kurt Vonnegut, a World War II veteran and prisoner of war. “So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.”

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We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

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4. Writers as far back as the Napoleonic Wars noted the sudden appearance of the red poppy on battlefields, but it was McCrae’s grief-inspired poem that highlighted the association.

That bit of verse led to the tradition, especially in the United Kingdom and several of its commonwealth allies, but also in the U.S., of wearing artificial flowers resembling red poppies as a symbol of mournful remembrance of the war’s incalculable suffering, along with the resolve to never again commit such atrocities. (The Allies advertised the fight as “The war to end all wars.”)

What we now know is that in soils like that of Flanders, a thin crust of alkaline is released when the ground is disturbed, as happens with bombardment and grave digging. The soil becomes acidic, choking most growth. But poppies thrive in such war-spoiled botanical conditions.

The red poppy is not a floral triumph. Rather, it is the ground’s tear, resulting from the soil’s hemorrhage. It is a judgment lodged against the despoiling of earth’s fertility—and against all mortal “faith” requiring the blood of sacralizing violence as the price of “redemption.”

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Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
  If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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We are left to wonder if McCrae, when urging those who came after to “Take up our quarrel with the foe,” had any inkling of how rapidly foes would multiply.

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©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Quotes about saints

A collection

by Ken Sehested

§ "Don't call me a saint. I don't want to be dismissed that easily.” —Dorothy Day

 § “The world is waiting for new saints, ecstatic men and women who are so deeply rooted in the love of God that they are free to imagine a new international order. . . . Most people despair that [it] is possible. They cling to old ways and prefer the security of their misery to the insecurity of their joy. But the few who dare to sing a new song of peace are the new St. Francises of our time, offering a glimpse of a new order that is being born out of the ruin of the old.” —Henri Nouwen

§ “[T]he difference between being at peace and being complacent is one of the most basic lessons saints can teach us.” — Charles Mathewes

§ “A saint is simply a human being whose soul has . . . grown up to its full stature, by full and generous response to its environment, God.” —Evelyn Underhill

 § “When I give people food, they call me a saint. When I ask why there is no food, they call me a communist.” —Dom Helder Camara, former archbishop of Recife, Brazil

§ “In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a pocket handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints." —Frederick Buechner

§  “And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.” —William Shakespeare

§ “I am a violent man learning to be nonviolent.” —Cesar Chavez, a “folk saint” in the pantheon of Mexican Americans, whose birthday, 31 March, is a federal commemorative holiday in the US

§ “Christ moves among the pots and pans.” —Saint Teresa of Ávila, 16th century Spanish mystic, Carmelite nun

§ “Let us plant dates even though those who plant them will never eat them. We must live by the love of what we will never see. This is the secret discipline. It is a refusal to let the creative act be dissolved away in immediate sense experience, and a stubborn commitment to the future of our grandchildren. Such disciplined love is what has given prophets, revolutionaries, and saints the courage to die for the future they envisaged. They make their own bodies the seed of their highest hope.” —Brazilian theologian Rubem Alves

§ “I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.” ―Nelson Mandela

§ “In truth, all human beings are called to be saints, but that just means called to be fully human, to be perfect—that is, whole, mature, fulfilled. The saints are simply those men and women who relish the event of life as a gift and who realize that the only way to honor such a gift is to give it away.” —William Stringfellow

§ “From somber, serious, sullen saints, save us O Lord.” —Saint Teresa of Ávila

§ “The key question that every school of spirituality must answer is how to reconcile presence to the world with presence to God, or however you prefer to formulate it. How are we to overcome the duality and interrelate the two presences? This question runs through the history of spirituality.” —J.C. Guy, writing about St. Ignatius of Loyola

§ “Every saint has a bee in his halo.” ―Elbert Hubbard

§ “Maybe more than anything else, to be a saint is to know joy. Not happiness that comes and goes with the moments that occasion it, but joy that is always there like an underground spring no matter how dark and terrible the night. To be a saint is to be a little out of one's mind, which is a very good thing to be a little out of from time to time. It is to live a life that is always giving itself away and yet is always full.” —Frederick Buechner

 § “In a church where holy people were supposed to be perfect, austere, and forbidding, she prayed to be delivered from sour saints. An admirer once remarked on her voracious appetite: ‘For such a holy woman, you sure pack it in.’
        “‘Listen,’ Teresa shot back, ‘when I pray, I pray; when I eat, I eat!’” —St. Teresa of Ávila, quoted by Mary Luti

§ “There is no saint without a past, no sinner without a future.” —St. Augustine

§ “The whole case for Christianity is that [one] who is dependent upon the luxuries of life is corrupt, spiritually corrupt, politically corrupt, financially corrupt. There is one thing that Christ and all the Christian saints have said with a sort of savage monotony. They have said simply that to be rich is to be in peculiar danger of moral wreck.” —G.K. Chesterton

§ “Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a Saint—some of them are so hard to live with—but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.” —17th century “Nun’s Prayer,” St. Albans Abbey

§ “Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, / The clouds ye so much dread / Are big with mercy, and shall break / In blessings on your head.” —William Cowper, 18th century English poet and hymnodist

§ “Big churches, little saints.” —author unknown

§ Short story. “I arrived for a cut at the very end of their workday and witnessed them provide a warm and very human circle of care for the only other client. This was a woman past my age who had called in a panic when her long wavy hair started coming out in handfuls as a result of her cancer treatment regimen.

        “Now this was not my first time here, and in the past I've heard these women pass on some vicious gossip and fling barbed zingers at one another with glee. There was none of that this evening. Neither was there saccharine sentiments nor empty platitudes.

         “Instead, they lovingly washed her hair and efficiently shaved off what remained, completely following the woman's lead in conversation topics, which ranged from family doings to treatment experiences and side effects to the best way to fashionize her new look. Perhaps she would wear black lipstick and go Goth or maybe wear only one of her large hoop earrings for more of a pirate statement. They cut some stretchy black silky material into a headscarf and tied it into some beautiful stylish knots.

         “And they held steady when she teared up as she faced her self in the mirror without her hair.

         “It was beautiful. They were beautiful. She was beautiful.” —Amy Smith

§ “I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints—the sinners are much more fun.” —Billy Joel

§ “It is great wisdom to know how to be silent and to look at neither the remarks, nor the deeds, nor the lives of others.” —Saint John of the Cross

§ “You may never enter a lion’s den, or travel through a war zone, or hear a prison door close behind your act of conscience. Mostly, you don’t get to custom-design the witness you bear, the woe you endure, or the promises you make to mend the world as it crosses your path.
      “By and large, you weigh the choices that come your way without the fanfare of stardom’s spotlight, your picture in the paper, or even angels whispering in your ear. Saintly work is more common than you think." —Ken Sehested

§ “There is no sinner like a young saint.” ―Aphra Behn

§ “Every town in the country has people like these folks [who do extraordinary things in ordinary ways].  Nobody gives them prizes, writes articles about them, but they demonstrate in their lives the truth of what Karl Rahner once noted about saints: saints, the German theologian once said, show us that in this particular fashion one can be an authentic Christian.” —Lawrence Cunningham

§ “Truly! Truly! By God! Be as sure of it as you are that God lives: at the least good deed done here in this world, the least bit of good will, the least good desire, all the saints in heaven and on earth rejoice, and together with the angels their joy is such that all the joy in this world can’t be compared. For truly, God laughs and plays.” —Meister Eckhart

§ “But the dark night of the soul / Will come round again / And that ability to meet it / once more / Will make saints of us all.” —Abigail Hastings, “Hallowed Week”

§ “Sanctify yourself and you will sanctify society.” ―Francis Of Assisi

 § “I should like a great lake of finest ale for all the people. / I should like a table of the choicest foods for the family of heaven. / Let the ale be made from the fruits of faith, and the food be for giving love.” —St. Brigit of Kildare (Ireland)

§ “He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.” —Thomas Fuller

§ “Something in [the saints] so loves the world that they give themselves to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, they trace with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. Their houses are dangerous and finite, but they are at home in the world. They can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such people, such balancing monsters of love.” —Leonard Cohen

§ “Saintliness is also a temptation.” —Jean Anouilh

§ “A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement—in a word, with more renunciation than you care for—and so you flee the contagion.” —Victor Hugo

§ “It is easier to make a saint out of a libertine than out of a prig.” —George Santayana

§ “Now that [Martin Luther King Jr.] is safely dead let us praise him, build monuments to his glory, sing hosannas to his name. Dead men make such convenient heroes. They cannot rise to challenge the images we would fashion from their lives. And besides, it is easier to build monuments than to make a better world. So now that he is safely dead we with eased consciences will teach our children that he was a great man . . . knowing that the cause for which he lived is still a cause and the dream for which he died is still a dream, a dead man's dream.” —Carl Wendell Hines Jr.

§ “You venerate the saints, and you take pleasure in touching their relics. But you disregard their greatest legacy, the example of a blameless life. . . . No devotion is more acceptable and proper to the saints than striving to imitate their virtues.” —Erasmus

§ “So the great Church of Christ came into being by ignoring the life of Christ. . . . The Fathers of the Church were good men, often saintly men, sometimes men who cared enough for Christ to die for him, but they did not trust him. They could not trust the safety of his church to his way of doing things. So they set out to make the church safe in their own way. Creeds and theologies protected it from individual vagaries; riches and power protected it against outside attacks. The church was safe. But one thing its ardent builders and defenders failed to see. Nothing that lives can be safe. Life means danger. The more the church was hedged about with confessions of faith and defended by the mighty of the earth, the feebler its life grew.”—Edith Hamilton

§ “And the gifts he gave were that some would be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, some pastors and teachers, to equip the saints for the work of ministry, for the building up of the body of Christ, until all of us come to . . . the full stature of Christ.” —Ephesians 4:11-13

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©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

Hallowed Week

A call to worship for All Hallows' Eve and All Saints Day

by Abigail Hastings

We come again to a time when mortals
            play out the battle of good and evil.
Before the goodness of the saints is delivered to us,
We must face the dark night
Don our courage
Wear it like a shield and
Say BOO! to the darkness
            before it engulfs us.

We make play of our fears
We cover our faces, disguise our bodies
We peer out into that world of shadows and light
And we think, for a time, we can prevail.

But the dark night of the soul
Will come round again
And that ability to meet it
            once more
Will make saints of us all.

For the questions, for the doubt,
            for the despair and longing,
For the joy that comes in the morning,
We turn to God
            for a place to be—
A respite and safe haven
A gathering of souls.

This is such a place
Here we are given the time
To know and be known
To enter in worship and communion
To puzzle out the tricks
            and celebrate the treats.

You are invited to this time of worship.

©Abigail Hastings @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

News, views, notes, and quotes

Signs of the Times  •  16 October 2019 •  No. 202

Processional.The Lord’s Prayer” in Kurdish.

Above: Lolan Valley, Khwakurk Mountains, Kurdistan

Special issue
WHO ARE THE KURDS?
(and why it matters, given Trump’s most recent international misadventure)

The Kurds are members of a large, predominantly Muslim ethnic group. They have their own cultural and linguistic traditions, and most speak one of two major dialects of the Kurdish language, which is closely related to Persian. They represent one of the largest people-groups who do not constitute a nation-state.

        Between 10 and 12 million Kurds live in Turkey, where they comprise about 20% of the population. Between 5 and 6 million live in Iran, accounting for close to 10% of the population. Kurds in Iraq number more than 4 million, and comprise about 23% of the population.

        After World War I, Western powers promised Kurds their own homeland in the agreement known as the Treaty of Sèvres. But a later agreement instead divided them among Turkey, Iraq, Syria and Iran. They make up the fourth-largest ethnic group in the Middle East. —for more info see Siobhán O'Grady, Washington Post  and “Who are the Kurds?” BBC

Invocation. “I don’t know about the levels and layers of heaven, / but I do know about tenderness / about curves of a baby’s bottom / about the touch of a loved one / about wrinkles / about dirt / about sunshine. . . . / This is a God / who is not just the God of the majesty and the mighty, / but a God of the broken down, / the poor, / the refugee. / This is a God is less the Prime Mover / and more the Most Moved Mover.” —Omid Safi, from “A Theology of Cracked Spaces”

For more summary information on the Kurdish people, see “Kurdish People Fast Facts,” CNN.

The Syrian civil war is multilayered and complicated. This short BBC video (5:45) provides the basic scorecard.

Call to worship. “The Hurrian Hymn,” oldest known music (c. 1400 BCE), found in Syria. Performed on the lyre by Michael Levy.

Hymn of praise. “Tala' al-Badru Alayna” (The Moon Has Shone His Light To Us),” Canadian children’s choir singing the oldest known Islamic song, which was sung by Prophet Muhammad's companions to welcome him as he sought refuge in Medina

The US’ major ally in Syria is the Kurdish-dominated “People’s Protection Units” (YPG), which is the primary component of the Democratic Federation of North Syria’s “Syrian Democratice Forces.

Left: The Flag of Kurdistan was created by Xoybûn during the Ararat rebellion against Turkey in 1928, where it was hoisted by thousands of Kurdish rebels. When the Republic of Kurdistan was proclaimed in 1947 [a short-lived self-governing state in what is now Iran], Mustafa Barzani hoisted the flag in Mahabad, and the flag was adopted as the official flag of Kurdistan.

The Kurdish-led Syrian Democratic Forces are essentially the US’ mercenary force and have in the last five year lost approximately 11,000 of its soldiers fighting ISIS with US backing.

The Kurds among the YPG are cousins (often literally) of the Kurdistan Workers’ Party (PKK) within Turkey which has been engaged in a 25-year insurrection against the Turkish government . Both the US and Turkey (but not the United Nations) consider the PKK a terrorist organization.

Turkey’s President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan considers both the YPG and the PKK as terrorist organizations.

One unit within the YPG is made up of Syriac-Assyrian Christians.

There are a significant number of women soldiers among the YPG army.

Confession. “Ever since Exodus 20:2—‘I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt’—the sanctity of God and sanctuary for refugees are forever linked.” —Ken Sehested

Hymn of supplication. “Song of the Syrian Refugees,” Abu & Mohamad

¶ Turkey, which “jails more journalists than any other nation,” is ruled by Erdoğan’s right-wing Justice and Development Party, which has become more repressive after the 2016 attempted coup by segments of the Turkish military.

Among the complications in US-Turkey relations is the fact that the US has an estimated 50 nuclear bombs stored at Turkey’s Air Base, from which the US Airforce’s 39th Wing operates. Removing them would signal a major diplomatic breach with Turkey, a NATO ally. Stephen Losey, Air Force Times

¶ A century ago, the Syrian Christian community (among the oldest in the world) made up 30% of the country’s population. Historically, much of the Syrian Christian community has supported the rule of the Assad family—which has provided a measure of religious freedom—out of fear of be supplanted by a conservative Islamist government. —see “Syria’s beleaguered Christians,” BBC

Words of assurance. ”You’re Not Alone, Syria.” —featuring Abdullah Rolle, Faisal Salah, Omar Esa, Khaleel Muhammad, Hassen Rasool, Muslim Belal, Abdul Wahab, Umar Salaams and Masikah

The Kurds “are the Medes in the Bible. They are the descendants of Madai, one of the sixteen grandsons of Noah (see Genesis 10:2).” —Wade Burleson, “”

In 2015 Steve Bannon, conservative journalist and political operative, asked Donald Trump that if he was elected president of the US, did he consider Turkey a dependable ally. Trump said, “I have a little conflict of interest because I have a major, major building in Istanbul. It’s called Trump Towers.” MSNBC video (1:00)

Left: “The Pietà of Syria.” “Delawer Omar, a Syrian Kurd exiled in Switzerland, paints to show the world what the Syrians in general and the Kurds in particular have suffered at the hands of the Bashar Assad. Among his startling and haunting paintings are those of a father cradling his dead son.  He was inspired to paint his ‘The Pietà of Syria’ after seeing a poignant photograph of a Syrian father carrying his dead son following the bombing of the city of Homs.”

Hymn of intercession. “Abun d'beschmayo” (The Lord's Prayer” in Aramaic), Sarah Ego.

Climate change and the Syrian civil war. “A severe drought, worsened by a warming climate, drove Syrian farmers to abandon their crops and flock to cities, helping trigger a civil war that has killed hundreds of thousands of people, according to a new study.” Craig Welch, National Geographic

¶ Trump, who has spoken often about getting out of the “endless” wars in the Middle East, announced he would pull troops out of Syria just three weeks after his decision to send 2,000 additional US troops, along with missile defense systems and two squadrons of fighter jets, to Saudi Arabia. Tim Pierce, Washington Examiner

By the numbers. The Syrian civil war has created more than 11 million refugees. In 2018 the US took in a total of 11, or 0.0001%, of that total. NPR

        Who’s taking in Syrian refugees? Lebanon–1.5 million (one-out-of-four residents of Lebanon’s population are Syrian refugees); Jordan–1.4 million; Turkey–1.9 million; Israel, Qatar, United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia–0; Italy–110,000; Australia–4,400. . . . —for additional info, see “Immigration Canada

Preach it. “The true test of faith is how we treat those who can do nothing for us in return.” —Dillon Burroughs

Few Westerners know that Syria’s sole political party is the al-Ba’ath Arab Socialist Party, founded in Damascus in 1947 to promote Arab nationalism and socialist economies under secular constitutions. (Saddam Hussein’s party was also Ba’athist.) Following the Soviet Union’s collapse, Syria’s leaders slowly developed open markets policy but—especially under current Syrian President Bashar al-Assad’s rule—without social welfare provisions, which led to dramatic increases in poverty, unemployment, and income disparity. —“The Ba’ath Party in Syria

The US’ Kurdish allies have just established a strategic partnership with Syria’s government; and Russian troops are now moving into territory in northern Syria where US troops have been withdrawn. Kareem Fahim, Sarah Dadouch & Will Englund, Washington Post

Can’t makes this sh*t up. “The former head of the leading boot making company of the U.S. military was recently sentenced to federal prison for fraud after a scheme in which he imported Chinese-made boots labeled with ‘USA’ to pass off as American-made.” —, Military Times (Thanks Connie.)

Call to the table. “There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves: The first is 'Where am I going?' And the second is ‘Who will go with me?' If you ever get these questions in the wrong order, you are in trouble.” ―Howard Thurman (Thanks Mike.)

The state of our disunion.

        • Samsung’s latest phone, the Galaxy Fold,  sells for a cool $2,000. If you make minimum wage, it will cost you nearly 16 months of earnings to buy one.

        • “When billionaire Jeff Bezos cut health benefits on September 13 for [1,900] part-time workers at his Whole Foods grocery stores, the richest man in the world saved the equivalent of what he makes . . . somewhere between 2-6 hours.” —, Common Dreams

Confessing our faith. “The idols of the nations are silver and gold.” “Psalm 135: Arabic Orthodox Chant,” from St. George Church, Aleppo, Syria.

Uncommon corporate courage. After the 2012 mass shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut, Dick’s Sporting Goods CEO ordered at the AR-15 semi-automatic rifles be removed from his stories nationwide. After the 2018 shooting at Majory Stoneman Doughlas High School in Floriday, he instituted a new store policy restricting gun sales to anyone under 21. He estimates the company lost about a quarter of a billion dollars. But he says he would do it all over again if need be. —For more see “Dick’s Sporting Goods CEO Says He Destroyed $5 Million Worth of Rifles to Take Them Off the Street,” Time.  You can also hear a compelling 14-minute interview with Stack by Marketplace’s Kai Ryssdal

Best one-liner. “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” —author unknown (though frequently attributed to philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche)

For the beauty of the earth.  “2624-Year-Old Cypress Tree Discovered in North Carolina Swamp." As Live Science reports, scientists date the tree (below) to be 2624 years old, making it one the oldest living non-clonal trees on Earth,” predating the Great Wall of China and the Roman Empire. —Michele Debczak, Mental Floss (Thanks Steve.)

        Also, watch this short (6:20) video exploring the ancient bald cypresses of Black River near Wilmington, North Carolina.

Altar call. “From the true Light there arises for us the light which illumines our darkened eyes. / His glory shines upon the world and enlightens the very depths of the abyss. / Death is annihilated, night has vanished, and the gates of Sheol are broken. / Creatures lying in darkness from ancient times are clothed in light.” —English translation of one verse from “The Coming Light: Hymns of St. Ephrem the Syrian, 4th century CE"

Benediction. “Dark Times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.” —Albus Dumbledore in “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”

Recessional. In the Arab version of the hit TV show "The Voice Kids", Ghena Bou Hemdan (9), sings the song "Atouna Ettofouli" ("Give us our Childhood") and breaks into tears. Heartrending moment, despite the cheesy props.

Lectionary for this Sunday. “Happy are those who walk in the Way of Beauty, harnessed in the Bridle of Mercy and according to the Weal of Justice. From Creation’s Promise to Redemption’s Assurance, may Your Faithful Word leap from our lips and exclaim with our limbs. In this Law I delight! May it rule soul and soil and society alike.” —continue reading “In this law I delight,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 119

Lectionary for Sunday next. “Oh, visit the earth, ask her to join the dance! Coax rain from the sky. Drench thirsty fields awaiting your touch, ready the land for blossom and fruit. Burden every stalk with grain sufficient to satisfy the hunger of all.” —continue reading “Set our hearts on fire,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 65

Just for fun. Comedic juggling, with Michael Davis. (Thanks Rex.)

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‘Storm coming: How to tell the truth about climate collapse without counseling despair,” a new essay

“Sacramental operative in a sullied world,” a new prose poem

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Amazon fires and Brazilian history

Some things we need to know (including a US-orchestrated military coup)

by Ken Sehested
10 October 2019

“The Amazon is not burning—it is being burned.”

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        Years ago, on a speaking assignment in Brazil, I flew to Rio de Janeiro, where I was met by several new acquaintances. After introductions and handshakes, we drove into the city to where I would be staying for the week.

        On our way, we drove along a highway below Corcovado Mountain, on whose perch sits the famous “Christ the Redeemer” statue, for many years the tallest in the world.

        I craned my neck to get a view; and then quietly mumbled, “Don’t jump! Don’t jump!” It was just loud enough to be overheard. At which point the car erupted in laughter.

        I knew then that my new friends shared my streak of irreverence, particularly over frivolous escapades of public piety, with which the powerful almost always disguise their intrigues.

        Brazil (spelled Brasil by its citizens) is getting more attention in recent months, primarily because of the massive fires raging in the Amazon rainforest, most of which is within Brazil’s boundary, but also stretches into eight neighboring countries. This year nearly over 72,00 fires have broken out, an increase of 80% over the same period in 2018.

        Sometimes referred to as the earth’s lungs, the forest supplies some 20% of the world’s oxygen and sequesters a quarter of the carbon dioxide absorbed by the world’s forests. But the forest is also home to an estimated 300,000 indigenous people belonging to hundreds of distinct tribes. Brazil’s 1988 Constitution explicitly stipulates that population’s claim to the land.

        Here in North America we’ve come to learn that wildfires are part of our forests’ ecosystem. But not so with rainforests. The Amazon, as has been said, is not burning—it is being burned. And this is bad news, not just for those living in the region, but for the entire planet.

        The reasons for the forest’s scorching, along with the displacement of its indigenous residents, are as old as its geologic formation: the seemingly inexhaustible demands for “development.” Meaning, more stuff. Growth as a measure of girth. The extractive impulse, where calculations of progress are left in the hands of corporations and financiers and those doing their bidding.

        Cattle farmers and plantations want to squeeze more “productivity” from the land. Loggers want its timber. Miners want its metals, minerals, and gemstones. The quickest way to gain access is to torch it.

        Adding to these damages are droughts compounded by climate change. Normally “fire-proof” rainforests are more susceptible to burning.

        Environmental activists and advocates for the health of local communities face growing peril. In 2018, in Brazil alone, 70 were murdered. Few assailants are brought to justice.

        Brazil’s new president, Jair Bolsonaro—referred to as the “Trump of the Tropics” for his right-wing proclivities—made accelerated economic development of the rainforest a key pledge in his 2018 presidential campaign, and existing environmental laws are routinely ignored.

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Life in Amazonia has perhaps never before been so threatened “by environmental destruction and
exploitation and by the systematic violation of the basic human rights of the Amazon population. . . .”
—Brazilian Roman Catholic Cardinal Claudio Hummes, in his opening remarks to the
“Synod of Bishops on the Amazon,” currently (6-27 October 2019) meeting in Rome

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        Prior to the Western media’s coverage of the Amazon fires, North Americans knew little of Brazil. Some recall coverage of the 2016 Olympic games there. Some know about the extravagant Carnival parades, overshadowing the Mardi Gras festivities in New Orleans just prior to Lent; or the famed soccer player Pelé; or the country’s renowned Ipanema and Copacabana beaches. I didn’t know prior to my trip that more African slaves disembarked in Brazil than in any other country during the 16th-18th century Atlantic slave trade.

Right: Tanks on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on 31 May 1964, start of the US-backed military coup

        I would venture that even fewer of my fellow citizens know that the US encouraged, organized, and supplied a 1964 coup d’état creating a military dictatorship that ruled Brazil for 21 years.

        Declassified documents released in 1974 revealed that the US government actively plotted to overthrow the democratically elected government of President João Goulart, including orchestration with key Brazilian military leaders and the resources of a US naval carrier group, which transported ammunition, oil, gasoline and other war materiel.

        “I think one of our important jobs is to strengthen the spine of the [Brazilian] military," US Ambassador Lincoln Gordon told the President [Kennedy] and his advisor, Richard Goodwin, according to a secretly taped meeting in the Oval Office with Kennedy on 30 July 1962. Kennedy would be assassinated before the coup commenced on 31 March 1964; President Lyndon B. Johnson gave the actual go-ahead.

        Paramount among US fears of the Goulart government was its relative independence, a risky stance in the geopolitics of the Cold War; Goulart’s promise to remove Western companies’ control of Brazilian oil production, along with other social and economic reforms; and the ever-present US fear of communism.

        Latin America “has always understood that governments which we recognize and support stay in power,” said Under-Secretary of State Robert Olds in 1927 testimony to Congress, “while those we do not recognize and support fail.”

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“When I give people food, they call me a saint. When I ask why there is no food, they call me a communist.”
—Brazilian Archbishop (1964-1985) Hélder Câmara

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        Of special note is the way religious piety is manipulated during this history. In the months leading up to the coup, a coalition of right-wing sectors in Brazil organized a march to protest Goulart’s rule, under the banner of “Marches of the Family with God for Freedom.” Then, during Bolsonaro’s campaign, his party’s popular motto was “Brasil above everything, God above everyone” (eerily parallel to Trump’s “America First” slogan).

        During a 2016 trip to Israel, Bolsonaro, a professed Catholic, asked prominent Pentecostal pastor (and head of Brazil’s Christian Social Party) Everaldo Pereira to baptize him in the Jordan River in a flagrant attempt to cement his political ties to Brazil’s sizeable, deeply conservative evangelical Christian community.

        In his book, “The Future Church,” journalist John L. Allen Jr. noted that in 1969, then-New York Governor Nelson Rockefeller predicted that “The Catholic Church has stopped being a trusted ally of the US, and on the contrary is transforming itself into a danger because it raises the consciousness of the people.” The governor went on to recommend that the US support fundamentalist Protestant groups in Latin America.

        A few years later, in 1982, a group of President Ronald Reagan’s advisors, meeting in Santa Fe shortly before Reagan’s trip to Rome for a meeting with the Pope, openly discussed how to deal with theological trends in Latin America. In their “Santa Fe Document” they wrote that “American foreign policy must begin to counterattack liberation theology.” It accused liberation theologians of using the church “as a political weapons against private property and productive capitalism by infiltrating the religious community with ideas that are less Christian than Communist.”

        Clearly, the mantle of authority granted to “Christ the Redeemer” is contested by conflicting loyalties and incompatible claims. The stakes are high, and the spirits must be tested (cf. 1 John 4:1).

        The desolation caused by the fires could be a mirror into which not just Brazilians but all of us, particularly those of us in the US, can peer to get a more accurate picture of who we have become. And, maybe, of whom, for whom, and by Whom we wish to be.

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Days of Awe

What the Jewish High Holy days teach us about penitential living and repair of the world

by Ken Sehested
12 September 2018

“For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation
and brings no regret, but worldly grief produces death.”
—2 Corinthians 7:10

        We are in a maelstrom of historical markers and liturgical import. For people of faith, it points to a significant fork in the road.

        On the one hand, we may choose an escalation of conceited policies, gluttonous consumption, and imperial threats, on and on—not world without end, for it will surely end if, by no other cause, choking to death on our own excretion.

        On the other hand, we might acknowledge our rancorous ways, reweave the tears in our social fabric, choose the public good over private gain, harness our public polity and economic productivity to the governance of sustainable development, shared bounty, and international cooperation.

        I’m not optimistic that we have learned that indignity and violence beget more of the same; that, as Admiral Michael Mullen, former Chairman of the US Joint Chiefs of Staff, said, “We cannot kill our way to victory.” But let’s assess where we are.

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“When Solomon depicts the love G‑d harbors for His nation,
he writes (Song of Songs 8:5): “Beneath the apple tree I
aroused you[r love].” Eating an apple on Rosh Hashanah
is an attempt to remind G‑d of our age-old love.
—Rabbi Baruch S. Davidson[1]

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        We stand in the middle of the “Days of Awe,” the 10-day period linking Judaism’s two High Holy Days, Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur; between “happy new year” (by Jewish reckoning, year 5779), where the haunting of old failures gives way to new possibilities, to the confirmation of the Day of Atonement’s embrace accompanied by earth’s renewal. The journey entails the resolve of acknowledging the ways we ourselves, and our body politic, have fallen short and jumped the tracks. This is the aim of penitential living.

        By what capacity might this happen? It is the prospect of mercy abetting wrath, the removal of shame, the possibility of a new beginning that enables our turning around, embracing the strenuous labor of repairing broken relations and enacting just policies.

        Reflected in Rosh Hashanah’s wake, in the delight of the world begun anew, our lives are thereby inscribed in the Book of Life, then sealed on Yom Kippur. Jews greet each other on Rosh Hashanah with the Hebrew phrase L’shana tovah, the abbreviated rendition of L’shanah tovah tikatev v’taihatem (“May you be inscribed and sealed for a good year”).

        At-one-ment. On earth, as in heaven. Able again to go out in joy, be led back in peace, the hills bursting in song, the trees in applause (Isaiah 55:12).

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“The Messenger of God (peace and blessings be upon him) said: When God created
the creation, he inscribed upon the Throne, “My Mercy overpowers My wrath.”[2]

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        Today is also first day of Muharram, the first month in the Islamic Hijri calendar, marking Muhammad’s forced migration from Mecca to Medina, this now being year 1440 for Muslims. The Hebrew Rosh HaShanah is etymologically related to the Arabic Ras as-Sanah, the name Muslims give for the Islamic New Year. [Note: Jewish, Islamic, and Christian calendars are calibrated differently—special observances do not always overlap across traditions.]

        As it happens[3], we are also marking the anniversary of 9/11, the date in 2001 when foreign terrorists, using rudimentary weapons, employed our own technology to strike both World Trade Center towers in New York City, the twin symbols of global financial dominance, and the Pentagon, symbol of global military might. A fourth plane, crashed in Pennsylvania, may have been headed for the White House.

        As it also happens, we are near the 15 September anniversary of the 1963 bombing of 16th Street Baptist Church, killing four young girls and traumatizing a city—Birmingham—nicknamed “Bombingham” for the sheer number of terrorist bombings it endured. The strike on 16th Street came less than three weeks after the soaring inspiration of Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech at the 28 August March on Washington, where a quarter of a million people were ecstatically immersed in the vision and promise of the Dream for which that occasion is remembered.

Right: The bomb blast of 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham blew Jesus' head out of a stained glass window.

        The 16th Street conquest, carried out by home grown terrorists that our nation has long sheltered, knocked the Dream out of its orbit, where it wobbles, still, today. And our electorate has installed as president a man who dares say aloud what most, if not all, others have silently affirmed:

        “Real power is (I hate to use the word) fear.”[4]

        Add to this the US military doctrine known as “Shock and Awe,” first used in the 2003 invasion of Iraq, which calls for using massive military force to degrade a population’s infrastructure (water, sanitation, power, etc., all of which violates international law) sufficient to provoke trembling terror, collapsing the will to carry on.[5] This kind of awe is the polar opposite of that coming from the promised new city, whose residents “will be in awe and will tremble at the abundant prosperity and peace I provide for it” (Jeremiah 33:9).

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“I will speak against those who cheat employees of their wages,
who oppress widows and orphans, or who deprive the foreigners living
among you of justice, for these people do not fear me, says the Lord Almighty.”
—Malachi 3:5

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        Those conversant with the language of Scripture will say, well, of course. Everywhere you turn in the Bible it’s fear of the Lord, fear of the Lord. What’s not to like in our president’s conclusion (and near-global consensus)?

        Does not this recognition alone undermine all religious appeal to confession and forgiveness, penitence and reparation, a promised atonement through which “all flesh shall see the salvation of God” (Luke 3:6)? Isn’t it all just a big mob-conspired protection racket? A pyramid of escalating overlords, beginning in the intimate relations of home and stretching to cosmic proportion?

        People of faith—and here I speak specifically to my own Christian community—have a helluva lot of work to do to even get a public hearing, not to mention bringing a coherent, convincing case. To put it precisely, what is to be said about the option of penitential living constituting the rule of faith, that distinguishes its pursuit as a trustworthy alternative to what, from all appearance, is the inevitable reign of fear and its trembling wake? Mining the depths of the Jewish tradition’s understanding of Rosh Hashanah (the prospect of beginning anew) and Yom Kippur (penitence as the key to bounty and freedom) is an urgent undertaking.

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“Prayers of confession are usually short or long, depending on where
clergy want to focus the congregation’s attention. Usually, such
prayers are throw-aways, diversions. Everyone knows that the
congregation is going to go on as if the prayer had never been
offered. Especially for the affluent and empowered, prayers
of confession are prayed quite easily. Lunch is right
around the corner. Gated homes await them.”
—Marc Ellis, “Communal confession on Yom Kippur”[6]

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        Our problem begins with this rather obvious fact: Our principal association with penitence and confession is self-abasement. The primary dictionary definition of penance is “voluntary self-punishment inflicted as an outward expression of repentance for having done wrong.” Do a web search for images of “penance” and much of what you will get are pictures of people literally whipping themselves.

        Karl Marx was not the first, nor the last, to conclude that religion is more or less a form of crowd control, with God as the ultimate godfather with, by extension, stately powers of all sorts serving as underbosses. That the latter are often in violent conflict with each other confirms, rather than questions, this conclusion.

        Conflict mediation specialist Byron Bland writes that two truths make healthy community difficult: that the past cannot be undone, and that the future cannot be controlled. However, two counterforces are available to address these: the practice of forgiveness, which has the power to change the logic of the past; and covenant-making, which creates islands of stability and reliability in a faithless, sometimes ruthless world.[7]

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“Repentance is the response to grace that overcomes the past and
opens onto a new future. Repentance distinguishes Christian
life as one of struggle and conversion and pervades it, not
with remorse, but with hope. The message of Jesus is not
‘Repent’ but ‘Repent for the Kingdom of God is near.’”
—John Shea[8]

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        Yom Kippur does not mean self-abasement. It is not a day for self-reviling and personal shame; it is not a day for groveling in the presence of the divine, as if God takes pleasure in punishing and condemning us—much less watching us punish and condemn ourselves or each other.

        God is not a sadist. And the call to confession and repentance is not a form of masochism.

        In Judaism, the focus of Yom Kippur’s call to repentance is not resignation and despair over our weakness and sin (great as they are), but renewal and hope, the chance to start again.

        The purpose of repentance is not retaliation but restoration; the focus is not on exacting revenge but on enacting repair.

        The function of repentance is summed up in the Hebrew phrase with origins in the second century CE Mishnah: “Tikkun olam,” repair of the world.

        Tikkun olam: This is the driving force behind all of Scripture.

        Tikkun olam: This is the purpose of God.

        Tikkun olam: This was the mission of Jesus.

        Tikkun olam: This is the animating power of the Holy Spirit.

        The practice of tikkun olam, played out in the Newer Testament’s terms, is the basis of Jesus’ command to love enemies.

        Tikkun olam: In the words of the Apostle Paul, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good” (Romans 12:21).

        Tikkun olam: By its posture and practice all lording behavior is unveiled, stands under judgment, and is destined for perdition.

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“‘Fear of God’ is not cowering, frightened intimidation. Those who fear God
are not wimps and are not preoccupied with excessive need to please God.
They are rather those who have arrived at a fundamental vision of reality
about life with God, who have enormous power, freedom, and energy
to live out that vision. ‘Fear of God’ is liberating and not restrictive,
because it gives confidence about the true shape of the world.
—Walter Brueggemann[9]

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        The wreckage wrought by human behavior is real; but the future is not thereby fated. Mercy opens a portal to repentance, a repentance signified not so much as creedal precision, or ritual purity, or counting spiritual calories, as by the hard work of repairing the damage done by our disordered desires.

        Repentance is not about you or me. It is about a world created in delight, maintained by the prerogative of divine mercy, and destined for deliverance from its agony—though not by dread’s might, nor by fear’s fright, but by my spirit says the Blessed One (cf. Zechariah 4:6).

        The longing for vengeance, which we all feel when violated in ways large and small, is rooted in the demands of justice. But retaliation almost always escalates the cycle of violence, until it becomes self-perpetuating: an eye not just for an eye, but for a piece of scalp, too, and on and on until the whole world is not simply blinded but obliterated.

        Workers of mercy are not sheepish well-wishers but daredevils: Guided by beatific vision, steeled by fear-conquering faith, and informed by strategic calculation, intent on interrupting the cycle of enmity, sowing a culture of peace to yield a harvest of justice (cf. Hosea 10:12 and James 3:18).

        If—as people of faith are fond of saying—God is not done with us, then neither can we be done with each other. The failure to love enemies is a hedge on Jesus. The only toll on the road to Heaven is a broken neighbor as a companion.

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“There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear;
for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever
fears has not reached perfection in love.”
—1 John 4:18

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[1]Chabad.org

[2] Imam Bukhari and Muslim b. al-Hajjaj ahadith (official collections of oral traditions relating to the words and deeds of the Islamic Prophet Muhammad).

[3] Both Jewish and Islamic calendars are lunar and do not sync with the modern Gregorian solar calendar. Thus, dates for Rosh Hashanah, Yom Kippur, and other special Jewish holidays occur at different times of the commonplace year. For more see “A Gentile’s Guide to the Jewish Holidays,” Judaism 101.

[4] Presidential candidate Donald Trump in a 31 March 2016 interview with Bob Woodward and Robert Costa, Washington Post

[5] For more see Harlan K. Ullman and James P. Wade, Shock And Awe: Achieving Rapid Dominance (National Defense University, 1996), XXIV

[6] Mondoweiss, quoting Rabbi Brant Rosen’s confession to be read during his congregation’s Yom Kippur service

[7] Stanford Report https://news.stanford.edu/news/2001/february14/byron-214.html

[8] The Challenge of Jesus, p. 4.

[9] Remember You Are Dust, p. 17

 

Kicking Doe

by Nancy Hastings Sehested
A story from "Marked for Life: A prison chaplain's story"

On my last day, the staff acknowledged my service with a reception, where they presented me with three plaques: one from the governor of North Carolina bearing the state seal; one called the Old North State Award, for employees who stay a decade or more; and one from my colleagues bearing the words “The Chaplaincy Office has been forever changed. In recognition of the person you are, a love gift has been given to Freedom Life Ministries”—a transitional ministry for returning citizens from prison.

No turkey sandwiches were served, which I thought was a missed opportunity. My boss, however, did tell me that he would miss me. How dull his days must have been after my leaving.

I went back to my office and carefully placed the Spathiphyllum, the peace plant, in a box. I tucked the plaques in another box, next to a certificate signed by the Native American inmates. I sat for a moment to savor the memory of the day I received it.

It had been a warm spring day after a particularly harsh winter. How wonderful it was to finally go outside to the sacred circle without a heavy coat. As I watched the pipe ceremony begin to unfold, I noticed a regular participant sitting on the grass. I asked him why he was not joining the group. “My spirit is full of too many hurts and too much anger this week. I don’t want to infect the others,” he explained. “But I need to hear the prayers.”

I shuddered to think how many times I had contaminated groups with my agitated spirit. But that day the blue-canopied sky gave me a sense of peace.

At the end of the prayers, Tokala, the pipe-bearer, offered an unusual invitation. “Come join us in the circle,” he said gently to me. Surprised, I walked clockwise around the circle to the entrance. Waving a feather over a smoking seashell, Tokala smudged me with sage and motioned for me to stand close to the center.

He swirled a dab of cornmeal and water in the palm of his hand. Then he marked my forehead with the paste. “Chap, we’ve decided to give you a new name today. We name you ‘Kicking Doe,’ to honor your fighting spirit and gentle heart.”

The men stood for a prayer to the Creator. Then forearm handshakes of congratulations commenced as they chanted, “Kicking Doe. Kicking Doe.” They were smiling. I think I was smiling. I know I was kicking back tears.

I drove from the prison parking lot at dusk that day, just as the sky was changing color to soft orange and pink. As I rounded a curve toward a bank of deep evergreens, I spotted a doe standing by the roadside. I’d never seen a deer before in those trees. The doe stood alone. Her eyes caught mine. Then she kicked up her heels and dashed into the forest.

The next day I saw two of the Native American inmates in the hallway. I told them about my surprise visitation. “I saw a doe!” I cried. “Can you believe that?”

They smiled, nodded, and walked away without a word.

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Sacramental operative in a sullied world

by Ken Sehested

We need to recognize, and adjust in appropriate ways, to the
fact that we humans maintain a perverse fascination with
disaster. I’ll leave it to psychologists to explain why, precisely;
but this habit is easily illustrated: From “rubber-necking” on
the highway (slowing down to view the scene of a wreck), to
the media’s 24/7 coverage of hurricane news. We rarely recall
the car trips made without incident, or the sunny days that
predominate in the Bahamas’ and Outer Banks’ weather
patterns.

For whatever reasons, disaster stories and images are more
mediagenic. Our eyes and ears turn to them with the same kind
of compulsion as the tongue’s obsession with a broken tooth.

In this sense, we are all recovering calamity-addicts.

Admitting as much is the first step to the renewing of our “right
minds” (cf. Romans 12:1-2). The second step is to pay attention
to—and champion—the accounts of where life is being
fomented and fostered, even in small, incremental ways. To be
right-minded is to look for and lift up the stories of health and
healing, wherever love’s ascendance routs misery’s tenure.

Doing so does not diminish or deny the scourge of harm and
the litany of curses that surrounds us. These, too, must be
named and lamented and—whenever possible, inasmuch as
possible—addressed. Searching out the good does not mean
ignoring the bad. It simply means we recognize that sowers of
discord are attended by multitudes while practitioners of
neighborliness draw meager attention.

Choose to be with the meager. Abandon the spectators’ gallery
and mix it up on history’s stage. Submit to Heaven’s
commissioning as an agent (rather than a consumer) of
blessing. Counter the chorus of reproach with anthems of
encouragement, for courage is contagious.

Abandon fashion’s runway. Look for hope’s uprising out on the
blue highways, beyond the spotlight’s reach, in places that GPS
doesn’t map and opinion-pollers ignore.

The power to bless is the most commonly overlooked asset we
possess—probably because the openings to do so are so
common and ordinary, lacking the theatrics by which we so
often assess the Spirit's presence in the world. Such power is
uncommon, though, because to give blessing implies being
immersed in blessing—a frightful thing, since it demands
relinquishing claims to self-authorship.

The fewer cravings you have for privilege and acclaim, the
greater capacity you wield to restore the abandoned and
entitle the shunned.

The power to bless is fed from springs bubbling from below,
from beyond our reach or control, from a Well of Assurance
that cannot be managed, that will not be bartered, that shall
not be hoarded.

The power to bless is the Source of Creation itself. It marks the
capacity of bringing life where none exists: It brings solace
amid grief’s domain, encouragement where fear lurks, healing
where wounds fester, dignity where shame rules.

Do not let the messengers of misery and the counselors of
despair dictate the boundaries of your attention or the borders
of your expectation. Resist the merchants of fear and the
brokers of gloom. Curate the stories of the pioneers of faith, the
tillers of hope, and the provocateurs of mercy.

Be a sacramental operative, a conduit of grace in a sullied
world. Actively cooperate in the righting of your mind. Tell
stories that transcend the prevailing myths of scarcity and
despondence. Offer blessing without thought of recompense,
much as cut cedar offers its scent, the passing blackbird its
melody, the daylily its momentary brilliance.

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