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Bounty and abundance

A litany for worship inspired by Psalm 116

by Ken Sehested

Jump for joy, oh people! For amid the screaming commercials and blithering campaign ads, the Redeemer has heard our aching voice.

God hears! God knows! This is our assurance against all blistering deceit.

When misery and madness encompassed me, when anguish threatened to undo me, when heartache split my soul, I uttered my cry to any who would hear.

God hears! God knows! This is our assurance against the rule of regret.

The One who extends Presence into the most desolate region—even to the place of utter abandonment—is mighty in mercy, strong in tenderness, powerful in pardoning.

God hears! God knows! This is our assurance against every heart-battering threat.

Relax, oh my soul, in the arms of the One who dries tears, Who swaddles our fretful limbs, Whose light in the night scatters dragons, and Whose promise is bounty and abundance.

God hears! God knows! This is our assurance against the ravages of fear. Therefore we will praise that Unspeakable Name forever.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Refuge in the shadow

A collection of Scripture for Holy Week, on "darkness" and "shadow" as the place of God's abiding presence

by Ken Sehested

Turning from darkness (death) to light (life) is a major theme in Scripture. But there is also a minority report, where darkness and shadow are the place of God’s abiding Presence.

“Hear a just cause, O Lord; attend to my cry; give ear to my prayer from lips free of deceit. Guard me as the apple of the eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings.” —Psalm17:1, 8

“How precious is your steadfast love, O God! All people may take refuge in the shadow of your wings.” —Psalm 36:7

“Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, until the destroying storms pass by.” —Psalm 57:1

“O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast, and my mouth praises you with joyful lips when I meditate on you in the watches of the night; for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.” —Psalm 63:1, 5-8

“You who live in the shelter of the Most High, who abide in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust.’ For God will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and under God’s wings you will find refuge. You will not fear the terror of the night, or the arrow that flies by day, or the pestilence that stalks in darkness, or the destruction that wastes at noonday. God will command the angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. ‘I will protect those who know my name. When they call to me, I will answer them.’” —Psalm 91:1-3, 5-6, 15-16

“They shall again live beneath my shadow, they shall flourish as a garden; they shall blossom like the vine, their fragrance shall be like the wine of Lebanon.” —Hosea 14:7

For a significant part of the ancient Hebrews’ history, Egypt was the world’s sole superpower. Abiding in God’s “shadow” contrasts with such political allegiance:

“Oh, rebellious children, says the Lord, who carry out a plan, but not mine; who make an alliance, but against my will; who set out to go down to Egypt without asking for my counsel, to take refuge in the protection of Pharaoh, and to seek shelter in the shadow of Egypt. Therefore the protection of Pharaoh shall become your shame, and the shelter in the shadow of Egypt your humiliation. For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.” —Isaiah 30:1, 3, 15

Zechariah, father of John the Baptizer in his song of praise when Elizabeth gave birth, made this prediction: “By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.” —Luke 1:78-79

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

 

 

 

Breath of Heaven

A litany for worship inspired by Psalm 71

by Ken Sehested

O Breath of Heaven and Earth’s Delight, to your shelter we flee from enmity’s fright.

Incline your ear to each whimpering voice collapsed by the weight of earth-splitting fear.

O Rock of Ages, refuge of sages, deflect every threat of sin-soaked rages.

From murderous scheme and unraveling seam deliver from slavery to freedom’s bright dream.

Let not the work of Creation’s good pleasure be subject to plundering, pillaging measure.

Speak pardon to injury; mercy to adversity; entreat us and greet us with grace-filled audacity.

’Twas your hand that caught us, squalling glee with our lung when, from mother’s full womb, we emerged: Praise be sung!

Unbind us, remind us, entwined as we are with joy, adoration, dark night’s guiding star.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

Signs of the Times  •  10 March 2016  •  No. 62

Processional. St. Mary’s Academy (New Orleans) Marching Band.

Invocation. “Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua. Osanna, Osanna in excelsis” (“Heaven and earth are full of thy glory. Hosanna, hosanna in the highest”), “The Ground,” by Ola Gjeilo, performed by the Heritage Concert Choir at Western Washington University.

Right: Chimney Rock, Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, New Mexico. Photo by Patti Temer at Sol y Luz Photography.

Call to worship. “Who then will contend, or with malice descend with a heart made bitter with blame? No longer shall dread rear its fraudulent head, for my Vindicator stands by my way. —read Ken Sehested’s “Sustain the weary with a word,” a litany for worship inspired by Isaiah 50:4-9a

This decision has encouraging long-term implications. “The U.S. Supreme Court, without hearing oral argument, has unanimously reversed an Alabama Supreme Court ruling that denied parental rights to a lesbian adoptive mother who had split with her partner. The decision is a direct repudiation of an Alabama Supreme Court decision that refused to recognize a Georgia adoption.” —Nina Totenberg, NPR

Paulley Perette (key character on the highly successful “NCIS” TV series, and now executive producer of “An Act of Love”) offers concise (45 seconds) Wesleyian theological affirmations in support of LGBTQ people in the United Methodist Church. Reconciling Ministries Network

Encouraging news. “[Georgia] Governor Nathan Deal, a reliably conservative Republican, cited Jesus last week to cast doubt on the wisdom of broadly worded ‘religious liberty’ legislation that has passed Georgia’s legislature and awaits his action. His stunning words might signal that the anti-gay fever that has swept conservative Christian America, especially in the wake of the 2015 Supreme Court gay marriage decision, could be about to break.” —David Gushee, Religion News Service

Left: Honduran environmental activist Berta Caceres accompanied The Nation‘s expose of the US role in her death. (image: Goldman Environmental Prize)

Women’s History Month profile. Berta Cáceres, Honduran environmental activist supporting the rights of indigenous people, was murdered in her home in La Esperanza on 3 March. A winner of this year’s Goldman Environmental Prize, many think Cáceres was targeted by the Honduran government which came to power in a 2009 US-supported coup against former President Manuel Zelaya. —see Adam Johnson, FAIR
       For a longer background piece on the US role in recent Honduran politics, see Greg Grandin, The Nation.

Confession. “We walk on through the darkness / we walk on through the light / through the confusion and illusion / through the floods and the fire / we walk back to the future / we walk back from the flame / we walk back to the beginning / where we’re given a new name.” —“We Walk On," Tonio K. (Thanks, Keith.)

On International Women’s Day, “It is right and proper to retrieve and celebrate the memory of women of significant achievement who model excellence, infused with righteousness, for us all. However, the vast majority of such women (and men) are highly contextual, inconspicuous, and will only be known to a handful of witnesses. Kathy Waters is one of those.” —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Wedding on the oncology ward: A meditation on the hurried-up wedding of my youngest and the occasion of International Women’s Day

“Know your history” (see art at right) is the first of “Seven sacred works for young activists (like me)” by Lydia Wylie-Kellermann, from “For the Love of Justice,” Geez

Prophetic word from Republican Senator Margaret Chase Smith in 1950, decrying the state of her political party: “I don’t want to see the Republican Party ride to political victory on the Four Horsemen of Calumny—Fear, Ignorance, Bigotry and Smear. . . . I don’t believe the American people will uphold any political party that puts political exploitation above national interest.”

Women who changed the world. If you’ve not already seen this, get a visual preview (2:08) of 48 female Nobel Laureates.

Words of assurance. “You who endure contentious tongues, threatened by gangsters and banksters of every sort, / Come to the Sheltering Presence of the One who knows, / The One who tapes your photo to Heaven’s refrigerator door, / The One who rekindles in you the gift of love on the wings of a dove.” —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “By Thy might,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 31

Needless to say, not all women’s history is salutary.  Few remember that 23 October 1923 was declared “Ku Klux Klan Day" at the Texas State Fair in Dallas, drawing many thousands to march downtown and crowd the fair grounds. Some 800 women were welcomed as new members of the Klan’s female auxiliary. 5,631 men pledged the new member loyalty oaths. —Bryan Woolley, Dallas Morning News

Lenten lesson from Phyllis Tickle. "And in these last months, Phyllis has been teaching me about one final, very important (and yet not so important), matter: death. Mainly, that it is nothing to be afraid of. Death is merely the next step, the next part of the journey toward the heart of God." —see more of Jana Riess’ tribute to Trible, who died 22 September 2015

St. Patrick's Day. St. Patrick wasn’t Irish, didn’t expel snakes from Ireland, has no “miracle” attributed to him (which now is required for sainthood), and didn’t write the poem “St. Patrick’s Breastplate(which was likely penned 3-4 centuries after Patrick died in the late 5th century). Ironically, though, his fame was sufficiently established in his lifetime that his followers waged a war for custody of his body. Relatively little is known for certain about his life, but this much is documented: He was likely the first early church leaders to speak out against the abuse of women.

Hymn of praise. Among my all-time favorite recordings is “The Deer’s Cry,” aka “St. Patrick’s Breastplate,” performed here by Angelina.

Listen to Sinead O’Connor sing the mournful song, “Skibberren,” about the Irish famine of 1846-47, when as many as 400,000 died of starvation and related disease even though British landlords were exporting huge amounts of food. For more on that history see Bill Bigelow, “The Real Irish-American Story Not Taught in Schools.
        “Oh, it's well I do remember, that cold December day,  / The landlord and the sheriff came, to drive us all away  / They set my roof on fire, with their demon yellow spleen  / And that's another reason why I left old Skibbereen.”

As preparation for Holy Week' confrontation, watch this amazing storm photos video. (42 seconds. Thanks, Susan.)

In case you hadn't already figured this out, you can listen to the musical recommendations on this page while you read the text. Simply open the prayer&politiks site on two different tabs, listening on one, reading on the other, switching back and forth between them.

Best one-liner humor. “God only gives us what we can handle. Apparently God thinks I’m a bas-ass.”

¶ “Faith-based efforts are a common but often underplayed component of the progressive coalition,” says Jack Jenkins, regarding Flint, Michigan’s struggles to overcome its horrific water crisis, “It’s worth noting that . . .  most of the first responders turned out to be faith groups of all stripes and creeds, with Unitarians, Catholics, Muslims, and other religious institutions working together. —“Last Night’s Democratic Debate Went Theological. Here’s Why That Matters,” ThinkProgress

Left: St. Brigid, Patron of Ireland, Students, Infants & Saint for House-Blessing.

Prayer of intercession. “Who said that everything's lost? / I'm here to offer my heart, / So much blood carried away by the river, / I'm here to offer my heart.” —first verse in English translation of “Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón,” Mercedes Sosa

Highly relevant Lenten discipline. On the first Sunday of Lent, Annapolis, Maryland United Church of Christ Pastor Rev. Ryan Sirmons was one of several faith leaders who encouraged his congregation to give up plastic bags instead of chocolate. They have the backing of environmental groups that are pushing a bill in the Maryland General Assembly that would ban plastic bags and levy a 10-cent fee on paper bags. —Pamela Wood, The Baltimore Sun

Prophetic photo? A fuel truck (at right) broke through the ice on one of the Canadian Northwest Territories “ice roads” crossing Great Bear Lake near Deline. (Thanks, Margaret.)
        • Federal meteorologists say the winter that has just ended was the hottest in US records, thanks to the combination of El Nino and man-made global warming. Last month was the second warmest February. The fall of 2015 also was a U.S. record. —Seth Borenstein, Associated Press
        •In January scientists report that 2015 was the globe’s hottest year on record, breaking the previous record set in 2014.

Anticipating Easter’s promise: "And the desert shall bloom." Watch this video (1:01) of a “super bloom” of wildflowers in Death Valley.

More promising news. “After years of being ravaged by severe weather and shrinking habitats, the monarch butterflies hibernating in the Mexican mountains rebounded last year. The World Wildlife Fund said that the species, which fly more than 2,500 miles each year from Canada and the United States to a cluster of mountain forests in Mexico, covered about 10 acres this winter, an area more than three times as large as the space they covered last year.” —Victoria Burnett, New York Times

Preach it. “The greatest threat to children in modern liberal societies is not that they will believe in something too deeply, but that they will believe in nothing very deeply at all.” —William Galston, Liberal Purposes

You could say this as well about more than a few Methobapterians. “Her Episcopalian friends were persuading her to their wishy-washy way of worship. They really believed you could get to heaven without any shouting.” —novelist Dorothy West, The Living Is Easy

My “Most Creative Electoral Commentary” award goes to “Ralph Cramden Rips Donald Trump a New One.” (54 seconds. Thanks, David.)

Lectionary for Sunday next. “With glad songs of vict’ry, from the formerly vanquished, let the festal procession loot the treasury of fear. With soul-rested hope doth my voice still rejoice. Incline us, consign us, to steadfast Embrace.” —read Ken Sehested’s “Mutinous lips,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 118

Spectacular photos. See the winners of the 2016 World Press Photo Contest.

Call to the table.What a Wonderful World,” Israel Kamakawiwo'ole.

Altar call.Swing Low Sweet Chariot,” B.B. King.

Benediction. “Lord, Now lettest Thou Thy Servant Depart In Peace,” by Sergey Rachmaninoff, performed by the Orthodox Singers Male Choir.

Recessional. “God Be With You Till We Meet Again,” Gospel-styled by Gene Martin.

Just for fun. An indigenous instrumental rendition of “Unchained Melody” (remember the Righteous Brothers’ 1965 version?) by Alex North and Hy Zaret.

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

• “Sustain the weary with a word,” a litany for worship inspired by Isaiah 50:4-9a

• “By Thy might,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 31

• “Wedding on the oncology ward: A meditation on the hurried-up wedding of my youngest and the occasion of International Women’s Day

• “Mutinous lips,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 118

Other resources for Lent

• “Raucous: God’s mutiny against Lenten tedium and patriotic pablum,” particularly if Lenten piety gets wearisome or politician’s God-promotion makes atheism a viable option

• “Fasting: Ancient practice, modern relevance

• “Wilderness: Lenten preparation: A collection of biblical texts that speak of wilderness

• “Lent is upon us,” a liturgy for Lent

• “Deepening the Call: A wilderness fast opposing a “Desert Storm,” a Lenten essay protesting the 1991 Gulf War

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Language not otherwise indicated above is that of the editor. Don’t let the “copyright” notice keep you from circulating material you find here (and elsewhere in this site). Reprint permission is hereby granted in advance for noncommercial purposes.

Your comments are always welcomed. If you have news, views, notes or quotes to add to the list above, please do. If you like what you read, pass this along to your friends. You can reach me directly at klsehested@gmail.com.

 

Sustain the weary with a word

A litany for worship inspired by Isaiah 50:4-9a

by Ken Sehested

Is there no song to be sung, no bell to be rung, no laughter from the fields at play with their yield? Would that my mouth be formed and my lips unleashed to speak a word, a true and hearty word, to all grown deaf with grief.

Make our tongues worthy—make them constant and true—to sustain the weary with a word.

Morning by morning my Sovereign awaits my wakeful embrace of the dawn. My ears rise, eager, despite my heart’s meager consent to the summons of grace.

Make our tongues worthy—make them constant and true—to sustain the weary with a word.

Though the day brings reproach, and enemies approach, I vow no transaction in spite. Whatever befall me, no shame will ensnare me, my lungs draw unmeasured delight.

Make our tongues worthy—make them constant and true—to sustain the weary with a word.

Who then will contend, or with malice descend with a heart made bitter with blame? No longer shall dread rear its fraudulent head, for my Vindicator stands by my way.

Sisters, stand up together; brothers, rise and declare: A Champion is stationing near, to forge tongues that are worthy, and constant and true, to sustain the weary with a word.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

By Thy might

A litany for worship inspired by Psalm 31

by Ken Sehested

The Rock of the Righteous is our God:

Who marks the boundaries between justice and vengeance;

Who blazes the Way from enmity to peace;

Who causes the wicked to stumble in their folly

But protects the weak against howling storms of contempt.

Oh, Strong Refuge, incline your ear to the clamor of children and all of weary voice.

Hasten now, all you whose life is spent with sorrow, you of bone-wasting days, of sighing weeks and storm-tossed years,

You who endure contentious tongues, threatened by gangsters and banksters of every sort,

Come to the Sheltering Presence of the One who knows,

The One who tapes your photo to Heaven’s refrigerator door,

The One who rekindles in you the gift of love on the wings of a dove.

Thou who hast by thy might led us into the light, keep us forever in the path, we pray.*

*Last line from “Lift Every Voice and Sing”
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Mutinous lips

A litany for worship inspired by Psalm 118

by Ken Sehested

From the depths of distress, every sail sagged and limp,
my mutinous lips offer insurrecting sighs.

With heart-aching hope doth my voice still rejoice.
Incline us, consign us, to steadfast Embrace.

Fealty abandoned, no horizon in sight, my stride still
ascends the steep provident path.

With bone-bruising hope doth my voice still rejoice.
Incline us, consign us, to steadfast Embrace.

For I know that great stone, once rejected, now anchors
a mansion of welcome to both strangers and kin.

With feet-wearied hope doth my voice still rejoice.
Incline us, consign us, to steadfast Embrace.

With glad songs of vict’ry, from the formerly vanquished,
let the festal procession loot the treasury of fear.

With soul-rested hope doth my voice still rejoice.
Incline us, consign us, to steadfast Embrace.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Wedding on the oncology ward

A meditation on the hurried-up wedding of my youngest and the occasion of International Women’s Day

by Ken Sehested

Introduction: It is right and proper to retrieve and celebrate the memory of women of significant achievement who model excellence, infused with righteousness, for us all. However, the vast majority of such women (and men) are highly contextual, inconspicuous, and will only be known to a handful of witnesses. Kathy Waters is one of those.
        The following is a meditation, circulated to friends, after the collision of trauma and joy surrounding my youngest’s wedding. I did not realize until now that these events from 14 years ago coincided with International Women’s Day.

 

FOOTPRINTS UNSEEN
Friday morning, 8 March 2002

Some of you know I’m supposed to be on a four-day hike on the Appalachian Trail. I did drive up two nights ago to the trail head at the Tennessee border, for dinner with my hiking friends and divvying up our supplies and equipment in preparation for an early morning start. But then I called home to check on Kathy.

Kathy Waters, age 50, is Jeffrey’s Mom and future mother-in-law to our youngest, Alayna. Kathy has battled colon cancer for over a year, including surgery, radiation and chemotherapy. Late last year the tumor returned, and she underwent additional chemo treatments. Then, last week, she developed severe abdominal pains and had to be hospitalized. The doctors suspected that scar tissue from the previous operation was causing bowel obstruction. The operation was underway as I drove the winding mountain road to Hot Springs.

Jeffrey is as close to his Mom as any 21-year-old I’ve ever known; and, since he and Alayna began dating nearly one year ago, Alayna and Kathy have also developed a very close relationship. Kathy’s passion has been to live long enough to participate in the scheduled 15 June wedding.

Unfortunately, scar tissue wasn’t the problem in Kathy’s colon. Cancerous tumors ran the entire length of her digestive system, including her stomach. Her kidneys have already begun to fail. Bile is being suctioned via a tube going through her nose. Her mortality prognosis has been revised from months to days. The doctors don’t expect her to leave the hospital.

So this afternoon we’re having a wedding at the hospital in Shelby. Alayna had already picked out her wedding dress, and the seamstress agreed yesterday to work all night on fitting alterations. Nancy has been at Kathy’s bedside for much of the last 36 hours. The hospital has provided a little-used room, big enough for an aisle so I can accompany Alayna during processional music—Kathy’s surgeon volunteered to play, his first public performance—and accessible enough for Kathy’s bed to be wheeled in. The Waters’ pastor has planned the service. The extended Waters family is gathering. Nancy’s soul-mate, my dear friend, and Alayna’s unofficial godmother, Lynda Weaver-Williams, is driving down from Richmond.

So this afternoon we will have something like a combined wedding and funeral service. I doubt there’s liturgical precedent for such. My baby’s getting married, and a new relative, for whom I’ve developed much affection in a very short time, is dying. How do you simultaneously bless and curse God?

I am split open, like the psalmist described. “I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Thou dost hold my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, I remember the years long ago. Will the Lord spurn forever? Has God’s steadfast love ceased? Are the Lord’s promises at an end. Has God forgotten to be gracious, divine anger sealed off from compassion?”

We are in need of your intercession. Goddamnitalltohell is the reluctant but instinctive prayer on my lips. “Thy way, O Lord, was through the sea, thy path through the great waters; yet thy footprints were unseen.” (Psalm 77)

Yet “faith is the evidence of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” In the hours to come the breath of yet another of God’s faithful will be taken, “not having received what was promised, but having seen it and greeted it from afar” (Hebrews 11).

I’m not sure I have the courage of such vision.

Hail Mary, full of grace, be with us now and at the hour of our death.

 

DOCTORS AND NURSES AS WEDDING ATTENDANTS
Sunday evening, 10 March

Our matrimonial celebration Friday night was more wonderful than I could have imagined. Oh ye—oh me—of little faith. Alayna and Jeffrey, more composed than I recall being in a similar situation, rose to the occasion. Alayna was as unbelievably stunning in her wedding attire as any father ever beheld. The staff at the Cleveland County Regional Medical Facility were wondrous in their provisions: a small conference room, festively decorated for the occasion, and a couple of them hovering, eager to take on any last-minute details. Somehow they managed on short notice to find a candelabra—and a full-length mirror for Alayna’s preparation. Kathy’s surgeon did a wonderful job in his first public performance as instrumentalist.

As their wedding gift the staff provided a lavish spread of foods and drinks for the reception, along with two settings of dinnerware in the chosen pattern. As true as it may be, any sweeping critique of medical institutions in the U.S. will in the future be qualified with the memory of last Friday. The word “majestic” was invented for such moments. Angels were incarnate in these healthcare professionals.

The hero of the occasion, though, was Kathy herself. She was wheeled her down in her hospital bed—she’s still unable to sit up because of Wednesday’s surgery—and parked to one side at the front. Her delight, despite the discomfort of pain and drowsying effects of morphine, gave us all permission to experience the joy of the occasion. She patiently endured dozens of photos and words of greeting afterwards. I’ve rarely encountered anyone with such strength of character and serenity of spirit. Regardless of the conflicting evidence, she is obviously a woman who knows to Whom she belongs.

Lord, I believe; help thou my unbelief.

 

FUNERAL AMONG THE OAKS
Thursday, 21 March 2002

We buried Kathy Waters yesterday, just minutes after the vernal equinox. A proleptic planting on the outbreak of spring, with threatening, overcast skies sprinkling gentle rain as the final amen was said. The modest, 212-year-old Oak Grove United Methodist Church, in semi-rural Rutherford County, was standing-room-only for the first time in members’ memory, as if in rehearsal for Easter morning’s assurance of death’s deposition.

Kathy planned the details of the service with family members and her pastor during the days preceding her death last Saturday evening. Unfortunately for us, Nancy and I left for a previously-scheduled week-long journey shortly after the hospital wedding of Alayna and Jeffrey. We learned after arriving in Boston that Kathy had requested both of us to speak at her funeral. So, while the rest of the family stood vigil by her hospital bed, we stood vigil by the phone. By mid-week she had slipped into unconsciousness, and we were calculating the travel rearrangements needed to return quickly. Is it so improbable to think Kathy lingered out of kindness, just long enough for us to complete our journey?

This is the characteristic kindness that marked her personal and public lives. Kathy began her career as a bookkeeper, then graduated to bank loan officer. After being laid off following a corporate takeover, she found work answering phones at the county’s social services agency. Her bosses had the sense to recognize what they had, and Kathy eventually became a caseworker for abused and abandoned children. One of those, a nine-year-old who spoke of Kathy as her “white Momma,” was among the crowd lined up to pay respects to the Waters family during the funeral home visitation Tuesday evening. She was accompanied by her new foster father, representative of many reconstructed families Kathy brokered.

For pastoral reasons Nancy and I decided it would impose too many words, and too many unfamiliar faces to the home-church crowd, for both of us to speak at Kathy’s funeral. What was appropriate was for one Momma to echo the hopes and assurances of another. And Nancy’s commentary, along with that by Kathy’s pastor, brought the kind of illumination for which sanctuaries were invented. Within sheltered walls amid the grove of ancient oaks, hope pushed back the shroud of anxious fear provoked by mortal predicament. The goodness of Gospel news was proclaimed again: The burial work of human hands does not exhaust the promise of Creation.

After prayers were lifted, hymns sung and assurances offered, Kathy’s casket was wheeled up the aisle, through the sanctuary threshold, down the steps and across the lawn, whose walkway was lined by church members as if a gauntlet. Only this one’s design was not to harass, hinder or harm those who pass but to encourage and intercede during this final journey crossing the county highway dividing the congregation’s sanctuary from its burial ground.

And there the planting proceeded, under bare oaken limbs outstretched in the kind of hope known only to the anguished, with concluding assurance from Psalm 23 witnessed by rolling Piedmont hills, in green pasture, beside still waters. Surely, goodness, and mercy, shall follow.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

Signs of the Times  •  3 March 2016  •  No. 61

Processional.I Want Jesus to Walk With Me,” Fannie Lou Hamer.

Right: This lavender labyrinth, in Germany, was developed by Christa Wendling in 2005. It is a replica of the one laid in the floor of the Chartres Cathedral in France in 1220.

Invocation. “We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.” —Angela Y. Davis

Call to worship.Woke Up This Morning,” Fannie Lou Hamer leading group singing.

Lent’s threat is to our self-made delusions. Mixed martial arts fighting (MMA, aka, no-holds-barred cage fighting) is among the most savage sporting phenomena in our culture. Yet a recent comment by former MMA female champion Ronda Rousey after her surprising loss to a competitor, is instructive for understanding Lent’s interrogation of our inventive persona habits:
        “In the medical room, I was sitting in the corner, and I was like, ‘What am I anymore if I’m not this [the champion]?’ And I was literally sitting there and thinking about killing myself in that exact second. Like what do I do anymore? And no ones gives a sh*t about me anymore without this.” —Rousey speaking on “The Ellen DeGeneres Show,” reported in USAToday

Good news. “A bipartisan group of governors from 17 states has pledged to accelerate their efforts to create a green economy in the US by boosting renewables, building better electricity grids and cutting emissions from transport.” The states include California, Connecticut, Delaware, Hawaii, Iowa, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, New Hampshire, Nevada, New York, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Vermont, Virginia and Washington. These states are home to around 40% of the US population. The Guardian

The image at right is a drawing by Gabe Harper a photograph made by William Smith of Fannie Lou Hamer speaking outside the Capitol in Washington DC on September 17, 1965, first printed in "Hospitality," newsletter of the Open Door Community in Atlanta, Georgia.

Born to sharecroppers in 1917 rural Mississippi, Fannie Lou Hamer grew up in cotton fields. She made a fateful decision, in 1962, to attend a meeting about African American voter registration. That cause became a life commitment, working the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and helping found the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, among many other involvements. Despite her limited education, she was among the most eloquent voices for freedom within the civil rights movement. And singing was always part of the way she moved in the world.

¶ “Fannie Lou Hamer never recovered from the beating she suffered in the county jail in Winona, Mississippi. A blood clot eliminated vision in one eye. Severe damage to her kidneys shaved decades off her life. The sadistic brutality Hamer and her friends endured in Winona beggars comprehension unless you understand the times.” —continue reading Alan Bean’s  “‘Songs got us through’: Fannie Lou Hamer in Winona.”

Watch this video (3:40) of Hamer testifying on 22 August 1964 before the Democratic National Convention’s credentials committee, challenging the legitimacy of Mississippi’s all-white Democratic delegation to the Convention. —PBS American Experience, “Freedom Summer"
        •You can watch the entire “American Experience Freedom Summer” 2-hour film.
        •President Lyndon Johnson was so threatened by Hamer's testimony that he called an impromptu press conference to preempt news coverage of her testimony. The plan backfired—all three major television networks aired Hamer’s testimony that evening.
        •Engraved on her tombstone is her most memorable refrain: “I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

¶ “8 historic women who pioneered the Civil Rights Movement,” photos and brief summaries. —Yohana Desta, mashable.com

Hymn of praise.This Little Light of Mine,” Fannie Lou Hamer leading singing.

Practicing praise. Neuroscientists know that expressing gratitude is good for your health. “Fad diets aside, we all know the basic formula for greater physical health—eat less junk and exercise more. The same can be said for greater happiness. Sure mental health is hugely complex, but the research on how to promote basic, day-to-day well-being couldn't be clearer—just cultivate gratitude.” Jessica Stillman, Menu Inc.  (Thanks, James.)

As only McFarrin can do it. “Musician Bobby McFerrin uses the pentatonic scale to reveal one surprising result of the way our brains are wired. You will be intrigued by how humans process thoughts and think.” (3:05. Thanks Naomi.)

Extraordinarily good news. “My vote for this Lent’s saint of the season is 8-year-old Amelia Meyer (watch this 0:39 video) of Kansas City. Amelia, who’s battling brain cancer, was selected by the Make-a-Wish Foundation to fulfill a dream-come-true desire. But instead of a Disney World escapade, she wanted to “take care of the world” by gathering with her friends to pick up litter in her city’s parks.” —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “No resurrection by proxy: What 8-year-old Amelia Meyer has to teach us about Lenten arrangements that lead to life’s flourishing

For the beauty of the earth. National Geographic video (1:51) of “The President,” one of the world’s largest trees. (It has an estimated 2 billion leaves.)

Confession.Oh Lord, You Know Just How I Feel,” Fannie Lou Hamer.

The state of our disunion. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas has never in 10 years spoken a word from the bench during oral arguments of cases before the court. He broke that silence Monday to indicate his discomfort with taking away “the Second Amendment right to own guns” from a man convicted of violent domestic violence. Laura Clawson, Kaily Kos

History we still don’t know. “In 1958, James Hanover Thompson [then 8 years old] and his friend David Simpson [7 years old]—both African-American—were accused of kissing a girl who was white. They were arrested, and taken to jail. Prosecutors sought a stiff penalty—living in reform school until they were 21.”

¶ “White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard to Talk to White People About Racism.” —Robin Diangelo, The Good Men Project (Thanks, Alan.)

This 2-minute dialogue from TV’s “black-ish” sitcom sums up what needs to be heard if black lives are to matter.

¶ “To survive, you must tell stories.” —renowned Italian novelist, literary critic and philosopher Umberto Eco, who died last week

Satire from The Onion. “According to a report published Thursday in the Journal Of Applied Psychology, the act of getting out of bed in the morning dramatically increases the risk of things becoming even worse.”

Here’s a trend to applaud. “At least 85 of America’s top colleges are now endorsing the idea of emphasizing community involvement over personal success in their admissions policies. A new Harvard Graduate School of Education [‘Turning the Tide’] report is basically saying the best way to succeed for students who are applying to college is to relax, and be nicer to your family and neighbors.” —Terry Turner, GoodNewsNetwork

Left: Ricardo Levins Morales, ©RLM Art Studio.

¶ Powerful spoken word performance. “Indifference,” by Brook van der Linde. (3:08. Thanks, Bruce.)

Words of assurance. “And I’ll rise up / I'll rise like the day / I’ll rise up / I'll rise unafraid / I'll rise up / And I’ll do it a thousand times again / And I’ll rise up / High like the waves / I’ll rise up / In spite of the ache / I'll rise up / And I’ll do it a thousands times again / For you.” —Andra Day, “Rise Up

Oscars. Chris Rock’s 10-minute opening monologue was widely anticipated, given the controversy over the fact that no African Americans were nominated for an Oscar award. Rock jumped on it right out of the gate—and did a stunningly funny  job (despite a misbegotten swipe at Asian Americans)—proving again that humor’s sharp edge makes for a better scalpel.

More Oscar news. The most poignant moment in the Oscars show was Lady Gaga’s emotively-charged rendition of “Til It Happens to You” (a nominee for Best Original Song, written by Diane Warren) from “Hunting Ground,” the documentary movie about rape on college campuses. (Both Gaga and Warren are sexual assault survivors.)
        Midway through the song, the stage curtain in back lifted and some three dozen survivors of sexual assault joined her on stage, each with a phrase like “not your fault” or “survivor” written on their forearms. As the group exited the stage, Brie Larson, who won the Best Actress Oscar for her role in “Room,” the film about a woman held hostage for seven years, hugged every one of them. 

Sexual assault occurs on average every 107 seconds  in the US, and the vast majority of victims are women. 18.3% of females, and 1.4% of males, are raped at some time in their lives. Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten. The good news is that sexual assault has decreased by more than half since 1993.
        •Worldwide, at least one in three women have been beaten or sexually assaulted during their lifetimes, and most of the abusers are family members.
        •Every day in the US more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends.
        •Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings and rapes combined.

Preach it. “In the rule of St. Benedict, the momenta mori [reminder of one’s mortality] . . .  challenged me to incorporate the awareness of death into my daily living, for that is what it really amounts to. It isn’t primarily a practice of thinking of one’s last hour, or of death as a physical phenomenon; it is a seeing of every moment of life against the horizon of death, and a challenge to incorporate that awareness of dying into every moment so as to become more fully alive.” —“Learning to Die,” Bro. David Steindle-Rast (Thanks, Deborah.)

Call to the table.I’m Going Down to the River of Jordan,” Fannie Lou Hamer.

Good question. “Every notice how journalists always ask how Bernie will pay for free college, but never ask how we will pay for endless war?” —from the internet

Altar call.Precious Lord,” Fannie Lou Hamer.

Lectionary for Sunday next. “‘Behold, I am doing a new thing, beyond your wildest dreams and favored calculations!’ In forgiving, we do not forget; we remember in a different way. Violation cannot be undone. But with time, wisdom, and care of a Good Shepherd, its poison can be drained, its tear stitched, its trauma calmed, its power annulled.” —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Remembering in a different way: A meditation on communion, forgiveness and reconciliation's labor, inspired by Isaiah 43:16-21

Benediction. "Salvation does not divide. Salvation connects, so that one sees oneself in others and others in oneself. . . .” —novelist James Baldwin

Recessional.I Want Jesus to Walk With Me,” Marion Williams.

Just for fun. “Simon Beck (2:10 video) has an incredible passion and talent for creating elaborate snow murals by taking one step at a time. What started out as just a fun way to exercise, later became a unique art.” (Thanks, Andrew.)

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Right: Linocut art ©Julie Lonneman

Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

• “Remembering in a different way: A meditation on communion, forgiveness and reconciliation's labor, inspired by Isaiah 43:16-21

• “No resurrection by proxy: What 8-year-old Amelia Meyer has to teach us about Lenten arrangements that lead to life’s flourishing

Resources for Lent

• “Raucous: God’s mutiny against Lenten tedium and patriotic pablum,” a poem

• “Fasting: Ancient practice, modern relevance

• “Wilderness: Lenten preparation: A collection of biblical texts that speak of wilderness

• “Lent is upon us,” a liturgy for Lent

• “Deepening the Call: A wilderness fast opposing a “Desert Storm,” a Lenten essay protesting the 1991 Gulf War

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No resurrection by proxy

What 8-year-old Amelia Meyer has to teach us about Lenten arrangements that lead to life’s flourishing

by Ken Sehested

        My vote for this Lent’s saint of the season is 8-year-old Amelia Meyer of Kansas City. Given the current electoral charade, with its evisceration of democratic traditions, her testimony couldn’t come at a better time.

        I learned of her story in a most mundane setting. My lunchtime habit is to heat up leftovers, or smear apple slices with peanut butter, and watch television news channels or sporting reports while eating. Occasionally, when all of those have simultaneous commercials, I flip to CNN’s “Headline News” for an update on “trending” styles and the subjects of public gossip. (You should try it—it can get pretty funny.)

        However, I was sitting in stunned silence, with moist eyes, by the end of a very brief profile of Amelia, my memory turning to Isaiah’s incredulous insistence that, in the end, “a child shall lead.”

        Amelia, who’s battling brain cancer, was selected by the Make-a-Wish Foundation to fulfill her most extravagant dream-come-true craving.

        But instead of a Disney World escapade or shooting hoops with a celebrity athlete, her choice was unimaginable to every peddler of what passes for entertainment and adventure.

        To everyone’s shock, Amelia said she wanted to “take care of the world” by gathering with her friends to pick up litter in her city’s parks.

        Hundreds of people, including Kansas City Mayor Sly James, showed up to help.

        This is the work of Lent, of allowing our “make-a-wish” appetites to be altered, of facing a mortally-diseased world and speaking Heaven’s nevertheless, affirming that we are not, finally, left to the consequences of our earth-littering, calamitous choices.

        This is our Lenten aspiration, to allow the reordering of our tangled desires, to restore our sensibilities for joy beyond distraction, for connection beyond autonomy, for freedom beyond consumer choices, for love beyond self-indulgence, for ecstasy beyond frenzy.

        Given the mess we’re in, however, means that the invitation looks an awful lot like the cross—which is not, in any shape, form or fashion, as it’s commonly portrayed from pulpits as a kind of divine sadism, satisfying a bloodlusting deity.

        The cross, rather, is the Resurrection’s calling card. The way of the cross will, in fact, lead Home: to health, to wholeness, to the extravagant, dream-come-true promise of peace.

        But you have to be prepared to bet your life on it. There’s no Resurrection by proxy.*

*The last sentence is from Vincent Harding.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org