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In memory of Brother Roger, founder of the Taize community in France

A meditation on tribulation and contemplation

by Ken Sehested

Written after receiving news of the death of Brother Roger,*
founder of the Taizé community in France, 16 August 2005

I did not know Brother Roger. Haven’t been to the South of France. Hadn’t, until recently, experienced a “Taizé” service, though I am enchanted with the music created there. (In our congregation’s recent delegation to Cuba, we sang "Come and Fill Our Hearts" at each of our stops.)

But I suspect his passing—and not just because it was a murder—gave pause to many with little direct connection.

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I have one quote from Bro. Roger in my files. It’s a favorite:

“The more a person wants to live in the absolute of God, the more essential
it is for this absolute to be rooted in the midst of human suffering.”

That one quote, and a curious sense of obligation to express gratitude for his witness, has prompted these notes on matters of common concern.

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Recently I picked up a bulletin cover depicting a gentle-flowing stream, over which were imposed the "Peace, be still" refrain which shows up in various forms throughout the biblical narrative. I kept it as a reminder that the original "be still" phrase was spoken by Moses to the Hebrew people when their backs were against the sea with Pharaoh's butchering army bearing down on them (Exodus 14:13-14).

Peace . . . fear not . . . be still. These are admonishments in the context of conflagration—and not for serene pause during a sunny-day picnic on warm, green grass with the gurgle of a mountain stream in the background and butterflies all around. (I certainly mean no disregard for sunny picnics, green grass, mountain streams or butterflies.)

Rather than a recommendation to leisure (much less, passivity), "be still" is actually the war-cry of the nonviolent people of God,** only the terms of engagement are nothing like what we usually associate with soldierly action. The psalmist's image of standing "beside still waters" is in the context of "the valley of the shadow of death," where the Lord's table is spread "in the presence of my enemies."

The spread is made in the midst of tribulation and threat. Only there do we learn such stillness.

As my former teacher, Dorothee Sölle (blessed be her memory), would say, practicing stillness is a form of "revolutionary patience"—an utterly impatient posture which nonetheless refuses the idolatrous resort to violence, even emotional violence, because of an abiding confidence, despite the evidence, that death itself will be undone in the Coming Age. We are but participants and witnesses, not engineers, to this promised new world order.

Tribulation is the normal circumstance for Still Ones in a fretful world whose currency is the power to exclude and dominate. But, as Jesus noted in his parting advice, "be of good cheer . . . take heart . . . have courage," for that world is being dismantled (John 16:33).

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Speaking of sabbath: It’s not always clear to me that God gives a rip if I get enough rest, take a day off each week, find enough “down” time, meditate/pray/lectio on a regular basis, much less get all the love I deserve.

I suspect that personalizing God in this way borders on heresy and plays into the hands of our shopping-network culture, turning “spirituality” into yet one more consumptive option. Bored with creation, we attempt to leech directly onto the Divine.

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I certainly mean no disrespect for any and every measure by which God-longing is expressed. Just that the blessed eros of such longing needs distinguishing from self-centered God-lust.

       •The one exhibits extravagant habits: when estrangement from Heaven is healed, so also is that with the earth. No longer a “stranger” to God (Ephesians 2:19), hospitality flows to strangers nearby. There is an economy of mercy: "Those who are forgiven little, love little” (Luke 7:47).

       •The other habit leads to a hall of mirrors, where every genuflection represents a desperate attempt to appease an inexhaustible need for justification. The ego is a ruthless master. Finding the “self” to be a fiction—and thus the elaborate needs to serve and protect the “self” a fraud—securing the future is projected onto just the kind of god Nietzsche so rightly and ruthlessly trashed.

Is it more than a greasy coincidence that book publishing in the spirituality market has increased five-fold in the last two decades? Never has “keeping sabbath” been such a delicious topic of conversation among the literate. But is it more than novel marketing of relaxation techniques for the leisurely class?

Surely sabbath practice will address the too-hurried habits of life characteristic of a market-driven society. But focusing on sabbath as leisure overshadows the social contract which gives it meaning, namely, the “jubilee” injunctions given the newly-freed Hebrew slaves, whose practices (release from debt, overthrow of “private” property rights, manumission of slaves, rest for the land itself) were the confirming marks of true piety.

Jesus himself, who personalized God most radically as “Abba,” culminated his personal mission statement by proclaiming “the year of the Lord’s favor” (Luke 4:20)—a direct reference to the year of jubilee (see especially Leviticus 25 and Deuteronomy 15), the projected 50-year cycle of economic restructuring for ancient Israel and, for Jesus, an eschatological metaphor for the coming Empire of God.

Reluctant as I am to admit it, God’s salvific project is not about me. Reluctant as I am to say it, Israel’s Yahweh and Jesus’ Abba seems obsessed not with the state of my soul but with the redemptive completion of creation, a process which inevitably includes bruising, even bloody confrontation with the enduring impulses to domination, revenge and violence.

I can participate in this struggle, this “war of the lamb,” or not. Either way, the bounty to be won is not available for hoarding; and my participation confers no privilege.

Bummer.

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How strange: One week, the visible shepherd (Bro. Roger) of one Christian flock is subjected to an assassin’s rage. (To repeat for emphasis: Participation confers no privilege.) And the next week, another shepherd (Bro. Pat—Robertson, of recent Christian fatwa fame) urges prosecution of a similar rage, against Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez.

It’s time, way past time, to clarify these choices. Grace has its price.

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*Background. Brother Roger (born Roger Louis Schütz-Marsauche), a Swiss pastor, left his home after the start of World War II to settle in the small French village of Taizé to care for war refugees. Hunted by the Gestapo, he fled France but then returned in 1944 to found the ecumenical monastic order. Extraordinarily, though not in “full communion” with Rome, Roger personally received the eucharist from Pope’s John Paul II and Benedict XVI.

Tragically, Bro. Roger, then 90, was stabbed to death during a 16 August 2005 evening prayer service at Taizé by a person later deemed to be mentally ill. The community had already confirmed Roger’s successor, Brother Alois, another of Taizé’s monks. In another highly unusual ecclesial act, Roger’s funeral service was presided over by Roman Catholic cardinal Walter Kasper.

For more on this ecumenical monastic order, and it’s popularity as a pilgrim site, especially for young people, see this BBC story.

*See Lois Barrett’s The Way God Fights: War and Peace in the Old Testament.

©ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

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Signs of the Times  •  4 August 2016  •  No. 82

Processional.Now the Powers of Heaven,” Moscow Sretensky Monastery Choir.

Above. Perseid meteor shower, photo by Cody Limber, 2013.

Invocation. “Christ is the one whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.” —St. Bonaventure

Call to worship. “Let the weak say I am strong / Let the poor say I am rich / Let the blind say I can see / What the lord has done in me.” —Soweto Gospel Choir, “Hosanna”

¶ “In a gesture of solidarity following the gruesome killing of a French priest, Muslims on Sunday attended Catholic Mass in churches and cathedrals across France and Italy.” NBC News (1:37)

Hymn of praise. “My grateful heart, so filled with years of living. / Memories flow by me like petals on a stream. / My grateful heart forgives so many sorrows, / Brings peace that lasts forever, / Illuminates the dream.” —Threshold Choir, “My Grateful Heart.”
       The Threshold Choir is a network of some 150 a cappella groups, primarily women’s voices, who mission is to sing for and with those in hospice care.

¶ “The George W. Bush administration embarked on a five-year campaign focusing on voter fraud and managed charges against all of 120 people nationwide. One study found 31 cases of voter impersonation nationwide in elections since 2000. That’s out of more than 1 billion votes cast.” —Asheville Citizen-Times editorial, 2 August 2016

This is amazing. “In the last 10 days, courts have issued six major decisions against GOP-backed voting restrictions in five different states.” Ari Berman, The Nation

The 4th Circuit Court of Appeals’ decision striking down North Carolina’s voter restriction legislation is especially accusative, saying the legislation is marked by “racially discriminatory intent. . . . We cannot ignore the record evidence that, because of race, the legislature enacted one of the largest restrictions of the franchise in modern NC history” and that the law targeted minority voters with “almost surgical precision.” —Asheville Citizen-Times editorial, 2 August 2016

Read about the “Garden of the Righteous” in Tunisia which memorializes Muslims who have risked their lives to save Jews and others from terror.” —Robert Satloff, “How we honor Muslims who stand up to terror

Confession. “One of the defining features of living in a putatively classless democracy, as has often been observed, is a constant feeling of status anxiety. In the absence of a clearly delineated hierarchy, we determine where we belong by looking above, at those we resent, and below, at those we find contemptible.” —Hua Hsu

St. Isaac the Syrian (aka St. Isaac of Nineveh, at right) was a 7th century monastic and theologian of the inner life and ascetic practice, born in the eastern edge of the Arabian Peninsula (in what is now Bahrain, where the US Navy’s Fifth Fleet is stationed). Once appointed bishop of Nineveh, he lasted only five months before returning to a hermit life.

Much has been made of the line in Michelle Obama's Democratic National Convention speech about the White House being built by slaves. (Commentator Bill O'Reilly, straight-faced, assured his listeners that these laborers were well-fed and housed at government expense.)
        You can read more about this—and a longer history of racial relations in the US with the White House as the narrative pivot—in Clarence Lusane's The Black History of the White House, including the fact that the day in 1901 after President Theodore Roosevelt had dinner with Booker T. Washington (then deemed the safest of African American leaders because of a shared commitment to segregation) what until then had been the "Executive Mansion" was formally re-named "The White House."

Chances are you heard Rev. William Barber’s speech at the Democratic National Convention. (You can watch it here. 10:43). Word for word, it may have been the most stirring of four days of speeches (excepting, maybe, Khizr Khan’s challenge  to Donald Trump. 6:03.)
        What you may not know is that Barber’s closing refrain, “Revive Us Again,” was a direct quote from the final verse of the 1863 revivalist hymn by W.P. Mackay: “Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. Hallelujah thine the glory. . . .”
        This conversionist theme, long a suspect topic in cultured company, reminds me of Dr. King’s persistent refrain—“America, you must be born again”—especially near the end of his career as it became more clear that the structures of injustice went well beyond segregation.

¶ “So, a Muslim-American couple of uncommon valor may play a crucial role in bringing down Donald Trump. God has a great sense of humor.” —Jeffrey Goldberg on Twitter

Of all the overlooked items in this year’s presidential nomination conventions, nothing more threatens the prospect of peace in the world’s most dangerous region that this. “Both Republicans and Democrats Went Backward on Israeli-Palestinian Conflict. Now What?” by Sam Bahour and Geoffrey Lewis, Forward.
        The Republican party platform reads, “We reject the false notion that Israel is an occupier.” On the Democratic side, “Clinton supporters rejected an effort to amend the platform which would call for ‘an end to occupations and illegal settlements in Palestinian territories.” Both positions are “out of line with international law and dozens of United Nations resolutions” and “also totally out of sync with US foreign policy.”

¶ “Of the 2,472 delegates at the [Republican National] convention, only 18 of them were black, the lowest percentage in over a century, according to History News Network and the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies.” —quoted in Bill Moyers & Michael Winship, “Donald Trump’s Dark and Scary Night,” CommonDreams

Urban artscape! Philadelphia’s amazing outdoor murals. CBS Sunday Morning (5:46. Thanks Abigail.)

Left. Meg Saligman's “Common Threads,” one of many amazing murals in Philadelphia, reflects the links between the past and present and across cultures.

Words of assurance.Just the Way You Are.” Husband enlists a flash mob to sing to his wife, who has MS, on their wedding anniversary. (Thanks Anne.)

¶ “Americans overestimate the terrorist threat emanating from refugees. When asked to estimate the number of refugees charged with terrorism since 9/11, only 14 percent say it’s fewer than five, while 28 percent estimate it to be 100 or more. The actual number is 3.” Shibley Telhami, Brookings

¶ There have been 998 mass shootings since Sandy Hook. Only 4 involved Muslims. 998 involved males. But yeah, must be a Muslim problem, not a male violence problem. —Mother Jones

¶ “A new exhibit in Austin, Texas examines a little-known chapter in the state's history, a time when Texas Rangers and white, civilian vigilantes massacred hundreds—if not thousands—of Mexican Americans or Tejanos between 1915 and 1919 in what historians have called some of the worst state-sanctioned racial violence in the US.” Cindy Casares, Latina (Thanks Charles.)

Hymn of intercession. “All my life I've been waiting for / I've been praying for / For the people to say / That we don't wanna fight no more / There will be no more wars / And our children will play / One day.” —Matisyahu, “One Day

¶ “The lovely true thing about America even in the age of Trump” by Garrison Keillor is more than worth the effort.

Preach it. An interview on NPR Weekend Edition (24 January16) with Bruce Lisker who at 17 was framed for his mother’s murder and who was exonerated in 2009 after 26 years in prison. When asked about how he negotiates anger, he said:
        “Yeah, that's going to come up, isn't it?  I don't do recrimination, I don't do bitterness, I don't do carrying that around because that would damage me. And I came up with something that I repeat as often as I have a voice: It's impossible to travel the road to peace unless you first cross the bridge of forgiveness. And the only hope of peace and happiness that I have is to, the minute something like that comes up, and it does, forgiveness is not a light switch, it's a dimmer, and somebody keeps sneaking over and turning it up—but you have to be mindful, you have to not go to the fear, not go to the anger, not go to that side but go to the love of yourself, of your family.” —read more of Abigail Hastings’ sermon, “Resilience Mojo for the Bonobo Year

Legendary jazz and pop singer Sarah Vaughan (left) was honored this year on a “Music Icons” commemorative stamp by the US Postal Service.

Call to the table. “Be my love, for no one else can end this yearning / This need that you and you alone create / Just fill my arms the way you've filled my dreams / The dreams that you inspire with ev'ry sweet desire.” Sarah Vaughan, "Be My Love"

Best one-liner. “Assuming one is against police when they’re against police brutality is like assuming one is anti-parent when they’re against child abuse.” —Rosemary Jones on Twitter

For the beauty of the earth. Perseid Meteor Shower 2016. (5:03)

¶ “Olympians Without Nations: First-Ever Team of Refugees Heads to Summer Games.” Christopher Zumski Finke, Yes!
            Syrian refugee Yusra Mardini (right) fled war in her home country in August 2015, and boarded a tiny dinghy in Turkey with 18 other refugees. When the engine stopped working and the dinghy began to take on water, Mardini, her sister and another refugee got into the water and pushed the boat across the Aegean Sea for more than four hours, until they reached Lesbos. In 2012 she represented Syria in the World Swimming Championships. The 18-year-old now lives and trains in Berlin.

Altar call. “Faith steals upon you like dew: some days you wake and it is there. And like dew, it gets burned off in the rising sun of anxieties, ambitions, distractions.” —Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss

Benediction. “So let us persevere in the pace we have kept, laying aside every fear, looking to our Pioneer, who for the joy set before him disregarded all shame, that every lame and languishing name be ransomed and reclaimed from death’s grievous and groanful domain. —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Faith is contagious,” a litany for worship inspired by Hebrews 11

Recessional.Windsor’s Toccata,” performed by Olivier Latry. (Thanks Naomi.)

Lectionary for Sunday next. “Peace is not the silence of the sepulcher, drowning sad-soul songs of lament. Peace isn’t passive. It’s not always nice or good-natured, cheerful or charming, winsome or quiet or sweet. Prophecy that provokes no crisis, asserting no claim or prompting no offense, is a liturgy deaf to Redemption’s resolve, inflated with pious pretense. —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Peace, peace, but there is no peace,” a litany for worship inspired by Luke 12:49-53 & Jeremiah 6:13-15

“Secret Book” mural (left) by Joshua Sarantitis, located on a building near the Free Library of Philadelphia, conveying the expansion of imagination by reading.

Just for fun. “Air Canada announced this morning that as of 2017, passengers will be required to pay an extra fee to transport any emotional baggage they happen to be carrying with them onto their flight.” Sophie Kohn, CBC Comedy (Thanks Joe.)

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks

• “Faith is contagious,” a litany for worship inspired by Hebrews 11

• “Peace, peace, but there is no peace,” a litany for worship inspired by Luke 12:49-53 & Jeremiah 6:13-15

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Peace, peace but there is no peace

A litany for worship inspired by Luke 12:49-53 & Jeremiah 6:13-15

by Ken Sehested

Dear Jesus: Don’t do that. Don’t go saying “I come not to bring peace, but division.” You’re scaring us. Don’t you know there are children in the room!

Peace is not the product of the politics of fear, of Wall Street fraud or war profiteer.

Listen, Lord, we need you to get back to being a sweet Jesus. Sweet little Jesus boy, born in a manger.

Herod didn’t think of Jesus as sweet.

And a manger wasn’t some first-century Palestinian crib. It’s an animal feeding trough filled with dried sheep slobber.

Peace is not the silence of the sepulcher, drowning sad-soul songs of lament; peace is not repressing, abducting, disappearing all who dissent.

Peace isn’t passive. It’s not always nice or good-natured, cheerful or charming, winsome or quiet or sweet.

Prophecy that provokes no crisis, asserting no claim or prompting no offense, is a liturgy deaf to Redemption’s resolve, inflated with pious pretense.

©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org
 

 

 

 

Faith is contagious

A litany for worship inspired by Hebrews 11

by Ken Sehested

Sisters and brothers, these are among the convictions that we harbor and herald:

Faith is not belief in spite of the evidence. Faith is life lived in scorn of the consequences.*

Faith isn’t a set of doctrines you agree to; or a set of religious habits you keep; or a particular emotion you feel.

Faith is trust that ushers us into a new way of living.

Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, and the conviction of things not seen.

Faith is being joyful, though you’ve considered all the facts.**

Fear—not doubt—is the opposite of faith.

Faith is contagious. We catch it by surrounding ourselves with a cloud of witnesses, with the stories of faithful people, both from distant memory and direct experience.

Inoculate yourselves with stories of faith to ward off the fearmonger’s siege!

So let us persevere in the pace we have kept, laying aside every fear, looking to our Pioneer, who for the joy set before him disregarded all shame, that every lame and languishing name be ransomed and reclaimed from death’s grievous and groanful domain.

©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org
Inspired by Hebrews 11, using lines from *Clarence Jordan and **Wendell Berry)

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A note from Gerald,
prayer&politiks’ guardian angel

Signs of the Times” is on vacation this week, but we’ve posted two election reflection pieces you will enjoy.

 

The first, “O Shizzle! Electoral season parable,” is a first-person story about a happenstance conversation across party affiliation lines, “in this age of un-friending, of only seeking news outlets that contribute to opinions we already hold.”

 

The second piece, “Magdalene’s recovery,” compares this week’s history-making election—of a female presidential candidate of a major party—with history of a more ancient sort, as St. Mary Magdalene gets upgraded in the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar.

 

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¶ Micah met me for lunch today to debrief on the fabulous reading of Alyson Mead’s “The Quality of Mercy” and talk back we had at Judson last Saturday.

        We are sitting in the lunch-time packed Waverly Restaurant and discussing race, sexism, religious leanings and the systems of institutionalized colonialism that are keeping all of us down and oppressed. And as those of you know me, my side will be colorful and explicit and bold.

        So I am aware that there is what seems to be a family of tourists sitting next to us. After 40 minutes of this focused and lively conversation Micah asks for the check and goes to pay.

        As soon as he does the woman, who is sitting right next to me, taps me on the shoulder and says, “I hope I don't offend you, but I am a conservative Christian from St. Louis here with my family and I could not help but overhear you two talking, and again I don't want to offend you”—and I'm thinking O Shizzle, she's gonna put me on blast for language or my anti-Christian views or our Black Lives Matters talk. —continue reading “O Shizzle! Electoral season parable” by Thom Fogarty and Micah Bucey

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¶ Hillary Clinton’s election this week as the Democratic Party’s presidential nominee surely knocks another hole in the “glass ceiling” obstructing women’s full inclusion into the human enterprise.

        It should go without saying that the struggle for gender justice is far from over; but every advance should be permitted its celebration—even for those who, like me, maintain profound concerns about Clinton’s entanglement with Wall Street’s domination of our economy along with her militarized foreign policy instincts.

        Let me suggest, though, that an event last week will have longer-term implications for greater mutuality between women and men.

        I did not know until recently that the Roman Catholic Church (in common with the various Orthodox communions) centuries ago set 22 July as remembrance day for St. Mary Magdalene. Just weeks ago, on 10 June in another of Pope Francis’ bold moves, Magdalene’s remembrance day was upgraded from a “memorial” to a “feast” day on the Catholic liturgical calendar.

        This modification may not sound like much to those of us in low-brow communions; but the elevation is actually quite significant in its context and will, very likely, open doors beyond as well. —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Magdalene’s recovery: The church’s first evangelist joins an elite group of saints

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O Shizzle!

An electoral season parable

by Thom Fogarty and Micah Bucey

We learned of the following anecdote by way of friends at Judson Memorial Church in
New York City, involving Micah Bucey, Judson’s associate minister, and Judson
member Thom Fogarty, Artistic Director of 360 Repertory Theatre Company.
Thom tells the story, and Micah adds commentary at the end.

        Micah met me for lunch today to debrief on the fabulous reading of Alyson Mead’s “The Quality of Mercy” and talk back we had at Judson last Saturday.

        We are sitting in the lunch-time packed Waverly Restaurant and discussing race, sexism, religious leanings and the systems of institutionalized colonialism that are keeping all of us down and oppressed. And as those of you know me, my side will be colorful and explicit and bold.

        So I am aware that there is what seems to be a family of tourists sitting next to us. After 40 minutes of this focused and lively conversation Micah asks for the check and goes to pay.

        As soon as he does the woman, who is sitting right next to me, taps me on the shoulder and says, “I hope I don't offend you, but I am a conservative Christian from St. Louis here with my family and I could not help but overhear you two talking, and again I don't want to offend you”—and I'm thinking, O Shizzle!, she's gonna put me on blast for language or my anti-Christian views or our Black Lives Matters talk.

        Instead, she continued, “It sounds like you two are planning really great things, and I want to say thank you and hope you keep doing it. These are the things I wish we could talk about, but it is so hard to be us and know that until we can know what others go through we can't truly be free people. Even our church walks a harder line than we do.”

        Her husband smiled and nodded in agreement. Micah returned and we talked for another 10 minutes with them before we left. She got it. She feels it but grapples with living with it in her safe white world.

        What a great feeling to know we can indeed be the movement. Just by talking. And listening. And bless her for speaking up.

        Micah comments: 
It might sound trite to say such seemingly simple things (simplicity is radical in these complicated times), but change-making truly starts with personal connections, looking one another in the eye, getting over the hurdle of fear that often stalls these conversations, and agreeing to stumble through these murky topics together.

        “In this age of un-friending, of only seeking news outlets that contribute to opinions we already hold, of flailing and screaming in our own silos, intensely-curious question-asking is a simple, radical act. It’s time we make an art of approaching uncomfortable moments with open-hearted appreciation for how, at our best, we are all attempting to melt down the systems that have oppressed for so long and meld them into something new. The melting and melding just take an initial bold move of bringing ourselves closer to the fire.”

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A note from Gerald,
prayer&politiks' guardian angel.

“Signs of the Times” is on vacation this week.
But two new poems have been posted. (See below.)

 

Turn off (what passes for) the news.
Boycott the season’s electoral charades.
Don’t give in to Pokémon’s promise of
“augmented reality.” Attend instead to
unmitigated reality: bloodied, stricken
and strewn. Offer grief the hearing it
demands, the voice it obliges, and
the risk it assumes.
—continue reading Ken Sehested's "Lamentations' call to arms: A poem inspired by the Book of Lamentations"

 

Magdalene’s recovery

The church’s first evangelist joins an elite group of saints

by Ken Sehested

        Hillary Clinton’s election this week as the Democratic Party’s presidential nominee surely knocks another hole in the “glass ceiling” obstructing women’s full inclusion into the human enterprise. [1]

        It should go without saying that the struggle for gender justice is far from over; but every advance should be permitted its celebration—even for those who, like me, maintain profound concerns about Clinton’s entanglement with Wall Street’s domination of our economy along with her militarized foreign policy instincts.

Right: "Mary of Magdala" from Dina Cormick's "Heroic Women" series.

        Let me suggest, though, that an event last week will have longer-term implications for greater mutuality between women and men.

        I did not know until recently that the Roman Catholic Church (in common with the various Orthodox communions) centuries ago set 22 July as remembrance day for St. Mary Magdalene. Just weeks ago, on 10 June in another of Pope Francis’ bold moves, Magdalene’s remembrance day was upgraded from a “memorial” to a “feast” day on the Catholic liturgical calendar. [2]

        This modification may not sound like much to those of us in low-brow communions; but the elevation is actually quite significant in its context and will, very likely, open doors beyond as well. [3]

        Only one other female saint’s remembrance day is considered feast-worthy. That would be Mary, the mother of Jesus, whose “annunciation” in Luke 2 is anything but mild-mannered.

        Moreover, Francis’ declaration, made via a decree from the Vatican’s Congregation for Divine Worship and the Discipline of the Sacraments, [4] puts Mary Magdalene’s memory on par with that of the Apostles. [5] In fact, the Vatican announcement retrieves from history the title of Apostolorum apostola (Apostle of the Apostles) because she was the prima testis (first witness of the Lord’s resurrection), designations first named by Hippolytus in the second century CE and confirmed by “Doctor of the Church” Thomas Acquinas in the 13th century.

        To put it in a different light, Mary Magdalene (aka Mary of Magdala, per her identification as a resident of Magdala, a town on the western shore of the Sea of Galilee) was the Christian community’s first evangelist, since it was she to whom the resurrected Jesus appeared, instructing her to “go tell the others.”

Left: Sculped relief by Margaret Beaudette of Mary Magdalene proclaiming "The First Easter Homily"

        For 14 centuries, Magdalene’s reputation [6] in Roman Catholic teaching has been curiously scurrilous. In the long history of popular artistic imaging, she is often portrayed partially naked or at least as a seductive temptress—a kind of sexualized repentant, a voluptuous prostitute who became a follower of Jesus after he cast “seven demons” out of her. [7]

        It was Pope Gregory the Great in 591 who first conflated the identities of Magdalene with Mary of Bethany (Luke 10:38-42), the sister of Martha and Lazarus, along with the unnamed “sinner” with the alabaster jar and long hair in Luke’s Gospel (7:36-50). [8] From that time until 1969, as part of the Vatican II reforms, Catholic teaching identified Magdalene with the “sinful, sensual woman weeping at Jesus’ feet, wiping up her tears with long and tangled hair” who was both “needy and subordinate.” [9]

        Nevertheless, she is named in the Gospels 12 times, more often than most of the Apostles.

        There are a number of theories as to why this prurience frames Mary Magdalene’s memory. One is because the early Christian Gnostic movement, denounced as heretical, gave her such a prestigious role.

        Another explanation might be envy, over the fact that the Gospel accounts feature a female with such prominence, outshining the male Apostles, refusing to abandon Jesus in his crucifixion and is first to meet the resurrected Christ. The submissive harlot became a foil for the church’s championing of submissive women.

        A third explanation involves purity motivations of an increasingly male-dominated church, which preferred to highlight the Virgin Mary over Magdalene’s invented association with prostitution. [10]

        “The problem, or danger, from the Church’s point of view,” writes Michael Haag, “is that Mary Magdalene had encountered the divine when she discovered the tomb was empty; in other words, she had a direct and personal encounter” and thereby “bypassed the workings, the function, the purpose of the Church.” [11]

        Even more so than this week’s electoral history, together these two Marys—Magdalene as the first evangelist, along with the Blessed Mother’s magnificat predicting the downfall of the mighty—align in a strategic deconstruction of any and every sort of submission other than to the Beloved’s presence, purpose, and promise.

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Endnotes

[1] “May [Hilllary Clinton’s] candidacy send a message to women everywhere that the glass ceiling that has held so many of them down is being broken, and that a new day is dawning, not only for women, but for all people everywhere.” From Tony Campolo’s prayer at the Democratic National Convention following Clinton’s securing the party’s nomination, 26 July 2016.

[2] See Elizabeth A. Elliott, “Mary Magdalene gets her feast,” National Catholic Reporter.

[3] The Catholic reform group FutureChurch already organizes 200-300 Magdala Day celebrations around the world.

[4] See the full text of the decree.

[5] For more background on the history of the changing story of the church’s appropriation of Mary of Magdala’s story, see “Who framed Mary Magdalene?” by Heidi Schlumpf, US Catholic.

[6] “The whole history of western civilization is epitomized in the cult of Mary Magdalene. . . .  How the past is remembered, how sexual desire is domesticated, how men and women negotiate their separate impulses; how power inevitably seeks sanctification, how tradition becomes authoritative, how revolutions are co-opted; how fallibility is reckoned with, and how sweet devotion can be made to serve violent domination—all these cultural questions helped shape the story of the woman who befriended Jesus of Nazareth.” James Carroll, “Who Was Mary Magdalene?” Smithsonian Magazine.

Right: "Mary Magdalene, Our Lady of Flowers" by Tanya Torres.

[7] The novelist Dan Brown, in his The Da Vinci Code mystery novel, portrays Magdalene as Jesus’ secret wife. In 2012 Harvard church historian Karen King claimed a recently discovered ancient papyrus proved that Jesus was married. Just recently Dr. King admitted the document was likely a forgery.

[8] A legend in the Eastern church's tradition (which never associated Magdalene with sexual sin) has Mary of Magdala traveling to Rome and appearing before the court of Emperor Tiberius. When she tells Tiberius about Jesus’ death and Resurrection, he challenges her story, saying no one could rise from the dead any more than an egg in a dish on the table could turn red. With that, according to the legend, Mary picked up an egg, and it turned bright red in her hand. To this day, icons of Mary Magdalene often depict her holding an egg, and Eastern Christians still color their Easter eggs a bright red.
            Orthodox icons of Magdalene often depict her holding a container of myrrh used to anoint bodies of the dead.

[9] Joyce Hollyday, Clothed With the Sun: Biblical Women, Social Justice, and Us, p. 229.

[10] Three pieces of music about Mary Magdalene have made their way into pop culture in recent years, though each is written from the discredited view of Mary Magdalene as “penitent prostitute.”
       • “The Ballad of Mary Magdalen,” Cry, Cry, Cry (Richard Shindell, Lucy Kaplansky & Dar Williams)
       • “Legendary Mary of Magdala,” Othar Winish
       • “I Don’t Know How To Love Him,” from the musical “Jesus Christ Superstar” by Mario Piperno, Riccardo Ferri, Mauro Picotto, and Andrea Remondini

[11] Author of The Quest for Mary Magdalene, in an interview with Emily McFarlan Miller, Religion News Service, 21 July 2016.

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Most ordinary of days

A prose poem for "Ordinary Time"

by Ken Sehested

There are, to be sure, moments of high drama in the work of holy obedience:
      marches to be made, confrontations to be staged, dangers to be endured,
      corruption to be exposed, trips made to distant or unfamiliar places,
      occasional rackets to be raised, maybe even jail cells to be filled.

On rare occasions, the whole world is watching.

Much more often, the storyline of faith is lived without notoriety,
is forged without fanfare:
      in familiar places, in small acts of courage resisting petty tyrants,
      with commonplace forbearance in the midst of garden-variety stress.

Much more often faith is mapped by intersections with family and friends
      and neighbors and co-workers, in traffic lanes and grocery store lines,
      with tired children and harried partners.

All the while—like crack to the addict, drink to the drunk—the bread of
      anxious toil seduces with its illusory bliss.

To be sure, dragons need to be slain. Much more often, though, gardens
      need to be groomed, young ones tutored and old ones cherished,
      watersheds protected, hobbled ones freed, and civility practiced.

Mostly it’s these thousand million little things, the minute particulars that,
      strand-by-strand, are needed to reweave life’s shapely, sturdy fabric.

For these, persevering patience is more imperative than conspicuous daring.
For these, tireless collaboration is more important than personal heroism.

Give thanks and praise in these most ordinary of days.

Inspired by Galatians 5:19-26
©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Lamentations’ call to arms

A poem inspired by the book of Lamentations (especially chapter three)

by Ken Sehested

Turn off (what passes for) the news.
Boycott the season’s electoral charades.
Don’t give in to Pokémon’s promise of
“augmented reality.” Attend instead to
unmitigated reality: bloodied, stricken
and strewn. Offer grief the hearing it
demands, the voice it obliges, and
the risk it assumes.

When not even Wendell Berry’s “peace
of wild things” will suffice—the wilderness
itself being salted and assaulted—turn to
the Lamentator’s naked confession for
uttering the heart’s howling confusion
amid terror’s ambush.

We have been driven into truth’s eclipse
by deceitful scripts. Besieged, every
bartering prayer is Heaven-shunned,
and treachery stalks, beastly threat
lying in wait. We, of self-anointing
greatness, are become laughingstock
of nations. For food, only gravel is given;
for bedding, only ashes.

The demands of frivolous piety insist on
consolation stripped of lamentation,
morning’s joy absent night’s sorrow,
penitential grace shorn of reparative
labor. We are exceptional only in
desecration and moonshine swagger.

Worst of all, we hardly know it,
veneered as we are in virtuous pretense
and affected innocence, the result of
expanding security obsession. As
if Heaven is deaf and dumb to earth’s
offense against creation’s purpose.

Are we thereby left to decompose in
the squalor of our own making?

No, comes a Voice from the wasteland,
for the Beloved is not yet done with
dust-conspired creatures and is not

angry beyond measure. And, in fact,
there are more than enough lovely
stories to be celebrated—heroic and
commonplace alike—of generosity
and justice, of goodness and mercy.
Let these be redeemed from memory’s
suppression to utter quiet light
in this loudmouthed era.

But the Way forward begins with
truth telling borne by sorrow’s tears
and mourning’s elegy. The grief to
be spoken shall only begrudge the
heart’s malcontent and its vainglory
habits. The penitent journey, the Way
of the cross, leads home, only to home.

Lament’s despondence spirals not in
despair, nor shame, nor derision, nor
humiliation. Lamentation is a call to
arms, arms freed from bloody
consignment, arms open to Mercy’s
advance and earth’s relief.

Ye who are weary, come home.

©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org