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Mamrean encounter

A meditation on the threat of refugees, the burden of strangers and the bounty of God

by Ken Sehested

Eons ago, “the Lord”—in the guise of three traveling
strangers—ventured into Abraham’s and Sarah’s
oaken camp at *Mamre, were given hospitality, and
then announced the promise of a fertile womb beyond all conceivable prospect.

Today, that same angelic presence peers through the eyes of yet more strangers, waylaid on some new Jericho Road, modern refugees from Cain's ancient madness, and
not so far from the ancient Mamrean encounter. Their apprehensive, hungering gaze
is arresting, innocently clawing at stingy souls, imploring more than furtive glances and alibis.

Their befriending is an opening
to Heaven’s juncture with history’s crossroad, Spirit contending
with worldly confusion over the terms of tenable security.

The First Testament says it plainly enough: “You shall love
the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt”
(Deuteronomy 10:19 among a score of similar injunctions).
In the Second Testament, the plight of strangers—the
stranded, the stripped, the stricken and the strapped—is
equated with the sake of Jesus himself.

Thereby, and in these very days, the judicial transcript of
Matthew 25 is published anew:
              Lord, when did we see thee. . . ?

*Genesis 18. The photo, by Christian Peacemaker Teams, is of refugees from Islamic State violence in Syria and Iraq.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Deepening the Call

A wilderness fast in opposition to a "Desert Storm"

by Ken Sehested

The following was published in February 1991 by the Baptist Peace Fellowship of North America (BPFNA), along with the names of 1,700 individuals who earlier formally endorsed  the “Call to Prayer and Fasting” action sponsored by the BPFNA as one response of resistance to “Desert Storm,” the U.S.-led war against Iraq. This material was originally delivered at Prescott Memorial Baptist Church, Memphis, Tenn., on Wednesday evening, February 13, 1991, as part of the church’s Ash Wednesday service.

            Two months ago we urged members of the Baptist Peace Fellowship (and any others who would join us) to engage in daily prayer and weekly fasting. We issued a document entitled “All Things Are Possible: Call to Prayer & Fasting.” Its purposes were to mobilize and amplify the voice of Baptists and others who opposed the prospect of war in the Middle East, to affirm diplomatic initiatives to resolve the conflict, and to suggest creative, practical and redemptive ways for Christians to express their convictions.

            The purpose of this new “Deepening the Call” statement is to encourage those who have already given their endorsement to continue in their prayer and fasting disciplines; and to urge those who have not yet committed themselves to do so.

            The “Call to Prayer & Fasting” statement begins with a story from Mark’s Gospel. Jesus’ disciples fail in their attempts to heal a young child possessed with a “deaf and dumb” spirit. Appealing to Jesus, the child’s father makes his famous statement, “Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.” And Jesus responds, “All things are possible to those who believe.” After Jesus casts out the evil spirit, his disciples ask him, “Why could we not cast it out? And he says to them, ‘This kind cannot be driven out by anything but prayer and fasting.’”

            The text of the “Call” says these spiritual disciplines —prayer and fasting—were chosen “to sharpen and focus the Spirit’s action in our lives. . . . We declare that God’s grace is saturating our lives, redefining for us the nature and source of our true security, freeing us from the compulsive addiction to the world’s order of business, to its rules as to whom goes the victory, to whom the defeat.”

            It went on to say, “We reject the notion that war is inevitable or that it has the power to bring about a just settlement of this present confrontation and its underlying causes. The conviction to which we testify is as commonsensical as the instructions given us as children, that two wrongs don’t make a right. Also, as biblical people, we proclaim the political realism of the Spirit: ‘Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord’ (Zechariah 4:6).

            “We boldly contradict those who assume that our Lord’s admonition to love enemies is sentimental counsel for the weak and the resigned.

            “We believe, with Jesus, that all things are possible. We believe that peace, like war, must be waged. . . . We believe in the transforming power of the politics of forgiveness; of just restitution, infused with mercy, blossoming into peace.

            Despite the prayers of millions of believers, both in this country and elsewhere, the war has begun. And it has been prosecuted on a scale never before witnessed in the history of humankind. On February 4, Major General Robert Johnston said that “[we have flown] approximately one bombing sortie for every minute of the Desert Storm operation.”

            Already this century has witnessed nearly 300 wars with a combined casualty rate of 86 million, 20 million of them since World War II. And I suspect every one of them has been sanctioned by leaders claiming God’s blessing, as George Bush did by orchestrating TV coverage of a prayer meeting in the White House led by Rev. Billy Graham.

            Have our prayers been in vain?

            One columnist wants to ask the question from a different vantage point. Commenting on the out break of prayer services across the nation, Kansas City Star columnist Bill Tammeus writes:

            “It was people who started this mess, and now they want God to get them out of it. They are playing the prayer card, hoping the creator of the universe will rescue them like some heavenly Superman. . . . Although I, too, think it would be wonderful if God intervened and brought peace, I think these 911 prayers are arrogant if unaccompanied by an acknowledgment of who really is to blame and a request for forgiveness and mercy. . . . We now confront the consequences of actions we took in freedom. What actions? We and others have chosen to sell arms to countries throughout the Mideast. Why do we feign shock that they would be used? We have chosen to construct an economy that must have foreign oil to operate. Why do we think we should be guaranteed a supply of it?”

            Actually, the prayers of much of the nation—and maybe much of the culture-conformed believing community, too—are being answered in spades. There have been countless prayers for peace, but for what kind of peace?

            In The War Prayer Samuel Clemens (a.k.a. Mark Twain) tells the story of a nation engaged in a great and exciting war, of a people caught up in a fever of dizzy patriotism which made them quick to condemn any who dared to disapprove of the war, and of churches whose pastors called upon God to bless the troops in their “patriotic work,” shield them from harm and secure the victory. In one such church, after a particularly passionate and eloquent prayer, an eerie-looking white-haired stranger, dressed in a long robe, suddenly appeared and approached the pulpit. When the startled minister gave way to this ancient, the stranger began to speak.

            What he told the assembled congregation was that their prayers for victorious peace had indeed been heard by God, but that God wanted them to make sure they knew what they were praying for.

            The stranger said, “God’s servant has prayed his prayer [for the peace of victory]. Is it one prayer? No, it is two—one uttered, the other not. . . . I am commissioned of God to put into words the other part of it—that part which . . . you in your hearts fervently prayed silently. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. Listen!

            O Lord, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth in battle—be Thou near them! . . .  O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it—for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the [sand] with the blood of their wounded feet!

            We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

            Reflecting on the current war in the Middle East, Kenneth Morgan wrote recently in the New York Times about an experience of some years ago while walking the streets of Damascus, Jordan.

            I watched as a man who was riding slowly through the crowd on a bicycle with a basket of oranges precariously balanced on the handlebars was bumped by a porter so bent by a heavy burden that he had not seen him. The burden was dropped, the oranges scattered and a bitter altercation broke out between the two men.

            After an angry exchange of shouted insults, as the bicyclist moved toward the porter with a clenched fist, a tattered little man slipped from the crowd, took the raised fist in his hands and kissed it. A murmur of approval ran through the watchers, the antagonists relaxed, then the people began picking up the oranges and the little man drifted away.

            Now that our American bicycle has been bumped and oil supplies are spilled, and angry, unseemly insults and threats have been exchanged, and war has broken out with the possibility of the loss of myriad lives while millions stand by in horror, when and where can we turn for someone to kiss the American fist?

            As one attempt to kiss that fist, to somehow drain its vengefulness, I am choosing to declare for myself an extended fast, beginning today, Ash Wednesday (February 13) and extending until Easter Sunday morning (March 31). This is not something I have decided quickly or in isolation. In addition to my own family, a group of trusted friends—given the authority to veto this decision—has discussed this thoroughly with me and given me their blessing.

            Fasting is an ancient tradition not only of the church of Jesus Christ but of the Hebrew people as well. Throughout Scripture, special seasons of fasting were called in times of crisis or in times requiring serious attention to the need of repentance.

            The Gospels (Matthew 4, Mark 1, Luke 4) record Jesus’ 40-day fast in the desert, where he was tempted with the options of worldly dominance, glory, and power. With this war, the Christian community in the West now faces its own season of temptation. This is for us a time of testing, a time to decide who we will choose to serve, to whom we will pledge our allegiance. Which will enlist our primary loyalty: the cross of Christ, or the cross of the sword?

            Blessing the state in its war-making adventures—something the Christian community refused to do until the fourth century, when Constantine established the church as the empire’s official religion; something which our Anabaptist forebears refused to do, and thus were beaten, burned at the stake and drowned almost out of existence—is equivalent to wanting to rescue Jesus from the cross.

            I am taking this action to further dramatize the profound grief over our nation’s decision to undertake this war and grief over the wounded, deadly fate of tens of thousands of soldiers and innocent civilians.

            This will be a bread-and-water fast. Such is the traditional fare of prisoners, and I feel we as a people are prisoners of our own ignorance. We are ignorant of the history of Western nations’ meddling in the affairs of Islamic Middle Eastern people for at least four centuries. Thus, we do not understand their rage at us, and we do not understand the symbol which Saddam Hussein—brutal and ruthless as he is—has become for their aspirations for self-determination.

            We are also prisoners of a vengeful spirit. Despite our collective identity as a Christian people, we brazenly ignore Scripture’s repeated insistence that “Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.” We openly contradict the teaching and model of Jesus, whom we name as Lord, who chose suffering and death rather than retaliation. We cannot simultaneously love and destroy enemies.

            Ultimately, though, we are prisoners of hope (Zechariah 9:12). We would prefer to be free of hope, free to abandon ourselves either to rage or to resignation. But we remain captive to hope: The hope that the tribulation of suffering and pain that begins on Ash Wednesday—symbolically representing the passion and crucifixion of Jesus—will finally give way to Easter’s resurrection.

            Like U.S. President George Bush, we look forward to a “New World Order.” But that New World Order will enthrone neither Bush nor Hussein, nor any other who would rule through the barrel of a gun. Rather, the coming New World Order will be a time when. . .

•swords will be hammered into plowshares and nations shall not even study—much less engage in—war (Isaiah 2:4);

•the bows of the mighty are broken and the feeble gird themselves with strength (1 Samuel 2:1-8);

•the poor will be lifted from the ash heap and will take a seat of honor (1 Samuel 2:1-8);

•the wolf and the lamb, the lion and the calf, the leopard and the kid will lie together in peace (Isaiah 11:3-9);

•weeping and distress will no longer be heard (Isaiah 65:17-22);

•every boot of the trampling warrior and every garment soaked in blood will be burned as fuel for the fire (Isaiah 9:5-7);

•the lame will be saved, the outcast gathered, and their shame be turned into praise (Zephaniah 3:19)

•the proud shall be scattered, the mighty pulled down, the lowly ones exalted and the hungry filled with good things (Luke 1:51-53);

•every tear shall be wiped away, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore (Revelation 21:1-4);

•death itself will be vanquished and creation itself be set free from its bondage to decay (Romans 8:19-24).

This will be a time when “kinder, gentler nation” will be more than a political slogan.

            In order to arrive at this New World Order, we cannot bypass the cross. We cannot jump directly from baby Jesus, so gentle and sweet, to Resurrection Morning. As our Lord repeatedly reminded us, “Whoever believes in me will also do the works that I do” (John 14:12); “If you love me, you will keep my commandments” (14:15); “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you” (15:12). We must pick up our cross and follow Jesus (cf. Matthew 16:24), even through his passion.

            Unfortunately, most of the believing community in this country will involve themselves more vigorously in Valentine’s Day, tomorrow, than in Ash Wednesday, today. Our spiritual health is such that we long for the throwaway cards and empty calories of Valentine’s Day more than for the ashes of Lent. Valentine candy is the gospel of our culture.

            But the believing community knows that only today’s ashes can bring us life and health; only the cross-shaped smudge on our foreheads marks us as the final victors in God’s promise of a restored creation; only the practice of repentance, admitting our weary weakness, gives us a claim on Jesus.

            Scripture says: “If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7:14). It is that forgiveness for which we long; it is that healing which we await.

Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Lent is upon us

A liturgy for Lent

by Ken Sehested 

Call to worship

The season of Lent is upon us. Listen for your instructions!

Now is the time to flee Pharaoh’s national security state for the insecurity of the wilderness.

Now is the time to listen for the Word whose hearing bypasses the ears of princes and high priests but is heard only in the wilderness.

Now is the time to head into the wilderness to confront the Deceiver, led by the Spirit and sustained only by angels.

Fear not, for God will sustain you. Your clothes will not wear out, your feet will not swell. God will feed you with manna and will bring water from the rock.

We look to the wilderness! For there the Glory of God shall appear!

Call to prayer

A voice cries out, “In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.”

“I am about to do a new thing!” says the Beloved. “Do you not perceive it?”

God will comfort all your wasted places. You will find joy and gladness, thanksgiving and songs of delight.

Come, oh people of mercy. Through your prayers and your practices, come into the desert to find the One your heart most desires. Worship in the wilderness. You will find what is needed: sustenance for your soul and nourishment for your body. Though your feet be tired, your heart will find rest.

Call to the table

The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness, and we tremble, demanding to know:

Why have you led us from the prosperous land of shopping and shiny plastic things and homeland security to this discomforting and inconvenient place?

To here where our wanton craving is exposed?

To here where the misery of the world is no longer distant or hidden?

To here where water is scarce, food insecure, shelter foreclosed and the future uninsured?

To here where banks fail, investments shrink and terror threatens?

Can God spread a table in the wilderness?

These are the questions we bring to your table, O Christ. Faith and fear alike wrestle over our hearts. We believe; help us in our unbelief.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Spirit-led and Spirit-fed

A litany for worship inspired by Luke 4:1-13

by Ken Sehested

Drenched by Jordan’s buoyant power, confirmed by dove’s anointing perch, conformed to Heaven’s sundering plow, bewildering days now beckon.

Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, off to the famishing wilds now tread.

To face the full force of the Tempter’s enticements: Can the river’s wet mark endure wilderness heat?

Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, pondering stones transformed into bread.

Ascending the mountain, its vistas of power, relentless domain, the nations to cower.

Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, allured by the promise of royal-crowned head.

To piety’s palace, the temple’s high peak, fame to be had by magical feat.

Now stand we, too, Spirit-led and Spirit-fed, mangled hearts mended, crippling fears shed.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Create in me a clean heart

A litany for worship inspired by Psalm 51

by Ken Sehested

Create in me a clean heart, O God.

Mercy, mercy, have mercy on me.

In the measure of your abundant mercy, clear the debris from my life.

Mercy, mercy, have mercy on me.

My failures are before me; they mock and taunt me.

Mercy, mercy, have mercy on me.

Even my bones feel the weight of disappointment.

Mercy, mercy, have mercy on me.

May the splintered places and severed joints rejoice with your healing promise.

From your mercy I shall rise renewed.

Create in me a sturdy heart, inscribed with your covenant pledge!

From your mercy I shall rise renewed.

Restored to your Presence, I shall again speak of your purpose.

From your mercy I shall rise renewed.

Make me fearless in the face of threat.

From your mercy I shall rise renewed.

Sisters and brothers, this is the goodness of the News we hear and proclaim: What is needed is not perfection but penitence. Our shortcomings do not finally confine us. Our mistakes are not permanent. Grace is greater than our shame, and mercy will triumph over vengeance.

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

Signs of the Times  •  28 January 2016  •  No. 56

Processional.Traveller,” Anoushka Shankar, on sitar, dance by Shalini Patnaik. The dance form, Odissi, is one of the eight classical dance forms of India and is thought to be the oldest surviving dance of India.

Tibetan Prayer Flag Quilt by Peg Green, VA

Invocation. "Oh, a storm is threat'ning / My very life today / If I don't get some shelter / Oh year, I'm gonna fade away." Watch David Wolfe's inspiring, multi-artist rendition of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards' "Gimme Shelter."

This is amazing. German musician Felix Kleiser was born without arms. Yet he is an award-winning French horn artist, playing with his toes. Listen to him perform (with Christof Keymer on piano) Schumann’s “Adagio and Allegro in A flat major for horn and piano.”

Hymn of praise. Led Zepplin’s “Kashmir” performed by The Louisville Leopard Percussionists (featuring xylophones—this is awesome).

Backfired. “A Texas grand jury investigating video-recorded allegations that Planned Parenthood was illegally selling fetal organs instead indicted two of the people who made the controversial undercover videos.” Trevor Hughes, Religion News Service

Confession. “It's when we face for a moment / the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know / the taint in our own selves, that awe / cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.” ―Denise Levertov, “On the Mystery of the Incarnation”

Words of assurance. “I, God, am your playmate! / I will lead the child in you in wonderful ways / for I have chosen you. / Beloved child, come swiftly to Me / for I am truly in you. / Then I shall leap into love.” Mechthild of Magdesburg, member of the Beguines, a non-canonical, self-supporting religious order founded by women in 12th century Europe whose lack of male oversight and mystical leanings resulted in their being repressed by the Church in the 14th century.

¶ “The Most Important Writing from People of Color in 2015.” Zeba Blay, Huffpost Black Voices (Thanks, Mark.) 

Good news. “On Friday, 15 January, the White House announced “a halt to new coal mining leases on federal lands until the administration conducts a comprehensive review on coal companies' royalty fees—a move that is expected to give new momentum to the environmental campaigns calling for a post-fossil fuel era.” Nadia Prupis, Common Dreams

Not so good news. A recent survey by Public Policy Polling asks respondents whether or note they supported a US bombing campaign of Agrabah: 30% of self-identified Republicans supported the action, while 13% opposed. Among self-identified Democrats, 19% supported and 36% opposed. Problem is, Agrabah is the fictional country from the Disney movie “Aladdin.” —see Miles E. Johnson, Mother Jones

More not-so-good news. “The irony of gay marriage becoming legal in the United States is that it has made discrimination against LBGT people easier.” —read more analysis in “Can States Protect LGBT Rights Without Compromising Religious Freedom?” by Emma Green, The Nation

More good news. “An incredible moving company in California helps victims of domestic violence by moving their belongings at no charge. After recognizing the scale of the need and unwilling to take money from people in such distress, the brothers decided to make free moving services for people fleeing violent situations a company policy.” A Mighty Girl  (Thanks, Connie.)

Science in service to whom? “The U.S. Department of Defense is asking the American Psychological Association (APA) to place its ethical considerations aside and reconsider its ban prohibiting psychologists from participating in torture at Guantánamo Bay and elsewhere.” Last summer the “Hoffman Report” undermined “the APA's repeated denials that its members were complicit in torture,” which led to the near-unanimous vote establishing the organization’s policy. Lauren McCauley, Common Dreams

That’s a bunch of bytes! One of the biggest scientific events of 2015 was the NASA New Horizons’ flyby of the planet Pluto. It took the spacecraft nearly 10 years to pass by close enough to Pluto and its moons to begin collecting information. The mission team back on earth will need about 16 months to download the associated data. Even though the radio signals that contain the data are moving at light speed, the download won’t be complete until early 2017! Brian Heckert, Mozy

Creative compassion can erupt from anywhere, anytime. “If you type the word ‘refugee’ using the new typeface Common Sans, something potentially confusing happens: ‘Refugee’ immediately autocorrects to ‘human.’ That’s not an error. It’s the handiwork of Swedish design studio Essen International. It created the graphic bit of activism as a pro bono project. ‘Often this is what you read in the headlines, about refugees, and you forget that they’re humans,’ says creative director Robert Holmkvist.” Margaret Rhodes, Wired (Thanks, Abigail.)

¶ “More people from every corner of the globe have been uprooted by war, persecution or natural disasters than ever before in history. That amounts to 55 million people ‘forcebly displaced’ at the end of 2014, according to the UN Refugee Agency. That doesn’t count tens of millions more in poverty who are voluntarily seeking a better life.” Jane Onyanga-Omara, USA Today

¶ “[I]f others neither have goods we want nor can perform services we need, we make sure that they are at a safe distance and close ourselves off from them so that their emaciated and tortured bodies can make no inordinate claims on us. —Miroslav Volf, “Exclusion and Embrace: A Theological Exploration of Identity, Otherness, and Reconciliation”

¶ “Justice demands that we seek and find the stranger, the broken, the prisoner and comfort them and offer them our help. Here lies the holy compassion of God that causes the devils much distress.” —Mechtild of Magdeburg

¶ “By majority vote [22 January] the Commissioners of the United States Commission on Civil Rights have issued a letter that requests the immediate end of the raids currently being carried out by the Department of Homeland Security and Immigration and Customs Enforcement against Central American refugees.” PRNewswire (Thanks, Greg.)

Preach it. “Pope Francis is taking direct aim at the wealthy and powerful of the world, saying in his message for Lent that they are often ‘slaves to sin’ who, if they ignore the poor, ‘will end up condemning themselves and plunging into the eternal abyss of solitude which is hell. . . . The greater their power and wealth, the more this blindness and deception can grow,’ the pontiff wrote in his annual Lenten exhortation, which was released on Tuesday,” 26 January. David Gibson, Religion News Service 

Altar call. “Madrone's eyes were far away. Slowly she drew her attention back to the room, and shook her head.
        "I know my destiny," she said. "I had a dream."
        She turned to meet Bird's eyes, and gave him a little, hesitant smile, almost like an apology.
        "What kind of dream?" he asked, knowing before she spoke what she was going to say.
        "That kind of a dream," she said lightly. "The kind that messes up your life. It said, 'Build a refuge in the heart of the enemy.'" —“City of Refuge” by Starhawk (Thanks, Deborah.)

¶ “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
about wild geese
about waterfalls
about mountains
and about a God who is here with us
        and above
intimate with those whose brokenness
        has become an opening for Him to enter.
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, “A Theology of Cracked Spaces,” On Being

¶ “God bless the grass that grows through the crack / They roll the concrete over it / And try to keep it back. / The concrete gets tired, of what it has to do / It breaks and it buckles / And the grass grows through.” —“God Bless the Grass,” Pete Seeger

Call to the table. “Ah the wars they will / be fought again / The holy dove / She will be caught again / bought and sold / and bought again / the dove is never free / Ring the bells that still can ring / Forget your perfect offering / There is a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in.” —“Anthem,” Leonard Cohen

Zaatari refugee camp (left) in Jordan, where some 85,000 Syrian refugees live.  Altogether, the United Nations have registered 600,000 Syrian refugees in Jordan, though the total number could top one million. Keep in mind that Jordan is also the home of more than two million Palestinian refugees, who began pouring into the country after the creation of the state of Israel in 1948.

Lectionary for Sunday next. “’Everything begins in ecstasy and ends in politics,’ according to Charles Péguy, the French poet and essayist. I think of this community of faith as a school for ecstasy; but ecstasy is so much more than an emotionally pleasurable experience. Ecstasy is thicker and sturdier. We’re not just ‘getting high’ on God. In fact, the ecstasy I have in mind is what gets us ‘low,’ which impels us down from the experience of transfiguration with Jesus to encounter the world’s convulsion.” —read Ken Sehested’s Transfiguration Sunday sermon, “From ecstasy to epilepsy

Just for fun. President Barack Obama wingin’ it on live TV (1:37 minutes).

Benediction.Always Stay Humble and Kind,” Tim McGraw. (Thanks, Lenora.)

Recessional.Ain’t Got Time to Die,” by Accoustic Choir of Romania.

N.T. Wright quote: photo by Tomsan Kattackal.

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

From ecstasy to epilepsy, a Transfiguration Sunday sermon

• “Resilience Mojo for the Bonobo Year: A bleak midwinter sermon,” by Abigail Hastings

• “When grief sits with you,” a call to worship by Abigail Hastings

• “Nation of frivolous piety,” a litany for worship inspired by Psalm 99 and Isaiah 1:15

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From ecstasy to epilepsy

A Transfiguration Sunday sermon

by Ken Sehested
Text: Luke 9:28-43

            Once upon a time, Chris Semper and I both lived about an hour southwest of New Orleans, so we know about the significance of this time of year in South Louisiana. (TO CHRIS: Did you go to a lot of Mardi Gras parades?) The parades in New Orleans go on for more than a week; and lots of smaller towns down the bayous had at least one parade, all leading up to “Fat Tuesday,” the day before Ash Wednesday.

            Mardi Gras is almost synonymous with “revelry.” Partying. Excessively so, in some cases. Bourbon Street, in the heart of the French Quarter and ground zero for Mardi Gras festivities, is appropriately named.

            In the mindset of many people, Mardi Gras was when you loaded up on sinning just before Lent got underway, because once Ash Wednesday came, you had to get sober and somber and give up the fun stuff. Lent wasn’t exactly like epilepsy—it wasn’t about convulsions—but it definitely meant something very different from the ecstasy of Mardi Gras parties.

            Many of us in the Circle did not grow up in a religious culture where Lent was observed. But that doesn’t mean we don’t know what it means. Getting sober doesn’t mean you stopped drinking—in fact, I grew up in a teetotaler house where alcoholic beverages were strictly forbidden. The Lenten spirit, with its obsession with private sin and remorse and confession often pervaded every season of the year, and not just Lent.

            The Lenten spirit means facing life with a furrowed brow, always on the lookout for temptation and sin, always thinking of yourself as unworthy. It means always confessing, always allowing someone—your parents, the preacher, God—to rub your nose in your failures and faults.

            One of the most ancient and consistent parts of the church’s liturgy is confession and absolution, the confession of sin and the offering of pardon. Maybe you’ve noticed that that hasn’t been a regular part of our worship format. Our images of what it means to confess and embrace pardon are crippled, are so dysfunctional. During the Middle Ages in Europe the confession and absolution practice of the church functioned almost like a divinely-sanctioned protection racket. The selling of indulgences by church leaders—you donate to the church and we’ll assure you that God will wink at your corruption and injustice—was one of the motivating factors of the Protestant Reformation.

            This year our theme for Lent, which begins this coming Wednesday, is “Confession and Deliverance.” We’re going to be looking at confession from a different angle of vision. Confession doesn’t have anything to do with rubbing your nose in your own unworthiness. One popular definition of “insanity” is repeating the same destructive behavior over and over and over again. Confession is the key to breaking that pattern, the key to turning off that “tape” that keeps playing over and over. Confession is the opportunity to get a fresh start in life, to break the bonds of destructive behavior.

            Because, the fact is, all of us have lots of experience with failure, with not living up to our dreams and aspirations, with hurting the very people we love, with great personal disappointments about how our lives have played out. In fact, most of us would rather carry the heavy burdens of our failures—and take our punishment—because doing so allows us to stay in control. The offer of grace means we have to lay those burdens down—means we have to admit that we are not the sole authors of our lives.

            Confession opens the way to ecstasy, to the border of a graciousness and a mercy that is difficult to imagine, where there is a richness and beauty to life. The risk of confession and the experience of pardon is what opens us to the knowledge that we are headed to a party, not a purge. Fat Tuesday is the founding doctrine in Scripture: that creation is good. But God’s intent in creation has been hijacked. The invitation list, of who’s invited to the party, who’s allowed at the table, has been taken over by people who believe the only way they will get in is by excluding others. And that exclusionary spirit has infected us all to one degree or another.

            Ash Wednesday is simply an act of truthtelling: Fat Tuesday’s party has become a drunken brawl. The purging disciplines of prayer, fasting and almsgiving are necessary to regain our vision, to open up our ears, to clarify the fact that God did not intend the world to be arranged this way, that God has a plan for redeeming and restoring the goodness of creation.

            Today’s Gospel text is actually two very different stories:

            •transfiguration

            -•Jesus’ encounter with the child suffering convulsions (maybe epilepsy)

            •It’s urgent that we pay attention to the way Luke juxtaposed these two stories: the connection of the two is one of the keys to understanding both stories.

Closing

            Surely one of the highest priorities in this Circle is to encourage each other to open ourselves to the experience of ecstasy. But not as a private possession, as simply a personal experience of happiness. But as an opening to the vision of creation as it was intended; and specifically as a mandate to move in the direction of the outcast, the excluded, the unworthy, to advocate their inclusion in God’s great Mardi Gras parade.

            “Everything begins in ecstasy and ends in politics,” according to Charles Péguy, the French poet and essayist. I think of this community of faith as a school of ecstasy; but ecstasy is so much more than an emotionally pleasurable experience. Ecstasy is much thicker and sturdier. We’re not just “getting high” on God. In fact, the ecstasy I have in mind is what gets us “low,” which impels us down from the experience of transfiguration with Jesus to encounter the world’s convulsion. Ecstasy that opens our ears to the agonized cries of the displaced, to confront the broken places, in our own personal lives, the lives of our community, even the dysfunction of creation itself.

Circle of Mercy Congregation, Asheville, NC
18 February 2008

©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org

Resilience Mojo for the Bonobo Year

A bleak midwinter sermon

by Abigail Hastings
Text: Jeremiah 31:31-34

I bring greetings from my home church, Judson Memorial in New York City, a sister Alliance and UCC church with deep Baptist roots as it’s a memorial to Adoniram Judson, missionary to Burma in the early 1800s. One thing I love about Judson is that it’s always full of surprises—always swimming upstream with the unexpected. I was at a church last month that had a humongous cross up front that reminded me of the 18-footer we had at Judson over 50 years ago. Then we decided it was more authentic to desacralize the space, to recognize the deep marriage of sacred and secular when you see it embodied, literally for example, in our space with the dancers and artists of the time (Judson is generally regarded as the birthplace of postmodern dance). So in that tradition of “guess what we’re doing now?” — Judson’s been having Bible study, ya’ll!

And not the easy parts—we’ve been muckin’ around with major and minor prophets, and recently studied today’s passage, Jeremiah 31. It’s a familiar prophetic playbook: basically, clean up your act, O Israel, or Yahweh will go elsewhere. What the Lord required was pretty basic: treat others fairly, don’t exploit the stranger, the orphan and widow, don’t shed innocent blood, and knock off following other gods.[1]

Theologian Walter Brueggemann sums up the message of the prophets: that the Ten Commandments were broken with economic policies that abused the poor, with foreign policy that depended on arms, with theological malpractice and illusions of privilege before God…”[2] Sound familiar? And yet, this Jeremiah passage conveys a deep resolve—instead of solving a problem with force, as happened in a big way with Noah and the flood, there was a new reckoning, one that gave the Israelites another chance, this time with forgiveness—for I will forgive their iniquity—and astonishingly, letting it go—and their sin I will remember no more.”

Sometimes thought of as the new covenant, or a presage of a new covenant of Jesus, some 600 years later—if nothing else, it is a reboot, a Yahweh Covenant 2.0. Maybe this new oracle came to Jeremiah in early January when God was making up new resolutions for the year. It’s a great pastime—take an arbitrary date and assign meaning to it with a do-over list or chance to do something different. You don’t realize how important that is until you’ve lived as long as I have. I recently learned that the word burden can also mean refrain—the part of the song that repeats, and repeats, and repeats. At a certain point in life, it gets difficult, a burden, to keep doing the same things over and over, like brush your teeth, keep chewing your food, or pull up your pants—happily I managed to do all those things today!

Life needs reboots  and when better than in the bleak midwinter when things go dark and dormant. If the trees are not renewing—except in these spells of freakishly warm weather—maybe we can renew ourselves. Some suggestions:

Mind the gap. We’re referring to the mind-body gap here and you might think it’s the losing weight thing, but it’s not. It’s a recognition that more than ever, researchers are finding that our bodies are more intricately connected to our minds than we ever realized. We weren’t asked if we wanted to grow up and be a "neurogastroenterologist" — but now you can be one. Turns out “the gut has a mind of its own,” researchers say, “[one that] records experiences and responds to emotions.”[3] That gut feeling you have is real.

This complexity illustrates the beauty of the body, the elegant system of a beating heart, the way the lungs fill and recede. Maybe you don’t look up lung transplants on youtube but I do—I think they’re miraculous, the moment the lungs expand into a diaphanous life-giving orb, makes me want to weep for how exquisite it is. So don’t think of the usual resolutions about the body this time around—don’t think “I want to be beautiful” but instead: “I am beautiful. Fearfully and wonderfully made.” Celebrate that.

Mind the Mind. I hate repetitive thoughts, those I don’t want or need—and I know meditation would help. Skeptics take note that the science confirms that regular meditation is healing, empowering and makes you more creative. There’s a group meeting at my church each week for meditation. I couldn’t get there for it, but decided to co-meditate at the same time they were. I flat out fell asleep, a deep and beautiful sleep—so a slow start but I’m hopeful that this is the year for a more meditative me.

Forgive. The word needs a makeover. It is not acquiescence. It is not to ignore. It is about power, in the same way that “turning the other cheek,” properly understood, is also about power and equality, not subservience. “I will forgive their iniquity,” says the Lord. There is reconciliation afoot there, not always with the offending party, but within your heart and mind. If you’ve received the mercy of forgiveness, you have a taste of what that means; if you have forgiven, you know that you’ve gained valuable real estate in your everyday thoughts, especially the repetitive ones.[4]

Laugh. I found a handwritten note in longtime Judson minister Howard Moody’s papers, he’d written down a quote that said: “It is a cliché, and it is also true, that humor springs from existential pain—from a need to blunt the awareness that life is essentially a fatal disease of unpredictable symptoms and unknown duration.” (Gene Weingarten) Oh how I miss that man. He was a great combination of uplift and dread. More to the point, Howard Thurman talks about how in those times when “life is taking out all of its grievances upon us …then there is no antidote quite like a central chuckle of the spirit. Humor may not be laughter,” he writes, “it may not even be a smile; it is primarily a point of view, an attitude toward experience… a certain quality of objectivity — the inspired ability to step aside and see one’s self go by.”

And one more widget for your consideration….

A radical defense of tenderness. This is what George Saunders said was the reason he wrote a book for his daughters (The Very Persistent Gappers of Frip). “I thought what they need to hear,” he said, “is a radical defense of tenderness—the fact that the world does sometimes go bad but when it does, we have resources. Our world has become more materialist, more analytical, more fact-based, more shareholder-honoring . . . a gradual shift to the rational side of things and I think what we need to understand is our gifts, our real powerful gifts are love, tenderness, [and] patience.”[5]

Just four things here, all proven to build resilience—you’re thinking of others, that’s good. You might keep in mind the Sufi proverb: "There are two rules on the spiritual path: Begin. Continue.”[6] Let me know how that works out for you.

Did you notice that these little “makeovers” are essentially internal adjustments? There’s a reason for that. Notice that Yahweh did not deliver a message of deliverance, like “I’m sending plagues and armies to smote your enemies.” Instead it was a change of heart and mind—Yahweh forgives, Yahweh forgets. A new page is turned and offered so that a new story can be written.

In his seminal book, Jesus and the Disinherited, Howard Thurman describes the world Jesus was born into. The decline and desecration of Israel would have been as viscerally remembered as WWII stories are to us today. King Herod, though an Israelite, had come to represent all that had gone wrong with the once mighty nation (in much the same way things had tanked during Jeremiah’s time). When Jesus was just a boy, Judea was annexed to Syria, and over time the religious leaders—Pharisees and Sadducees—made the bargain religious leaders sometimes do: as Thurman put it, “they loved Israel, but they seem to have loved security more.”[7]

It was this broken House of Israel, a fractured minority within the Greco-Roman world, that Jesus spoke to, ones “smarting under the loss of status, freedom and autonomy…,” Thurman writes. “Jesus’ message focused on the urgency of a radical change in the inner attitude of the people… that out of the heart are the issues of life and that no external force [can] destroy a people if it does not first win the victory of the spirit against them… Again and again, [Jesus] came back to the inner life of the individual placing his finger on the ‘inward center’ as the crucial arena where the issues would determine the destiny of his people.”[8] This is what Nancy was talking about last week in her sermon, touching on the mainstays of her inner life while working at the prison, finding companions for repairing her inner life in the Bible, Etty Hillesum, and this book by Thurman.

Not for nothing, the resilience of your inner life is an equation that factors into our collective ability to write a new page. Never is that more obvious than with the things the media is trying to scare us with… when I was young, they said Cubans were in our backyard; so I stared out our back window in Texas and kept looking for them. Now it’s ISIS or a lone wolf or a natural disaster. But these terrible things, terrible though they be, are not so likely to happen to most of us. What could be happening, and could easily get sidetracked by that fear-mongering, is a very real opportunity for a change of hearts and minds, a turning the page, that needs to happen around race.

Listen to Howard Thurman writing in this same section on the inner life—and this over 65 years ago: “For the most part, [for Negroes], their status as citizens has never been clearly defined. … The Negro has felt, with some justification, that the peace officer of the community provides no defense against the offending or offensive white man; and for an entirely different set of reasons the peace officer gives no protection against the offending Negro. Thus the Negro feels that he must be prepared, at a moment’s notice, to protect his own life and take the consequences therefor.”[9]

My eyes burned when I read that—how disheartening to think that the same feeling prevails among many in the black community today. But Thurman quickly points us to what Jesus prescribed as “the logic of which would give to all the needful security. There would be room for all,” he writes, “and no man would be a threat to his brother [for] the kingdom of God is within…. By inference [Jesus] is saying, ‘You must abandon your fear of each other and fear only God. … Hatred is destructive to hated and hater alike. Love your enemy, that you may be children of your Father who is in heaven.”[10]

So the promise of a reboot—within us, perhaps within our nation, even during this very, very challenging election year. So what’s the Bonobo Year? In two weeks, the Chinese new year will begin the Year of the Monkey, with these excellent characteristics: smart, quick-witted, frank, optimistic, ambitious and adventurous. Great things to aspire to in 2016.

But I’m voting that it be specifically the Year of the Bonobo Monkey. Let me not dwell on the fact that the bonobos are a female-dominant society—let’s reflect more on the fact that “unlike chimps and humans, which are often violent and aggressive with each other, bonobos would rather make love than war.”[11] In other words, they have a lot of sex—and more to the point, they don’t kill each other. So 2016—make love, not war.

We’ll need to be brave, brave enough to break our own hearts.[12] We may be afraid at times, that’s ok—I love the description of a young choirboy, scared before his audition: “My legs were almost between liquid and solid.”[13]

Though the idea of “resilience” has gotten a lot of play of late, I’ve been interested in it for over 20 years, ever since James Garbarino talked about Cambodian orphans who survived the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge because they were accompanied in recovery by loving and attentive adults. More recently, Dr. Dennis Charney of Mount Sinai studied resilience in prisoners of war. “We have found that social support, particularly close meaningful relationships, can be important to a person’s resilience to stress,” he said. “The POWs used a tap code as a way of communicating non-verbally through cell walls using an algorithm. The tap code kept many of the POWs’ spirits up, even when they were in solitary confinement. Everyone needs a tap code. Everybody needs people in their lives to help them get through the tough times.”[14]

I hope you find a tap code in this community, on this sacred ground. We’ll be brave enough together to break our own hearts. Happy Bonobo Year, ya’ll—live it in the peace that passes all understanding and in the assurance of Jeremiah 29: For I know the plans that I have for you, declares the LORD.  They are plans for peace and not disaster, plans to give you a future filled with hope.

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[1] Thomas Cahill, The Gifts of the Jews, pp 223-224
[2] Walter  Bruggemann, “Jeremiah 31:31-34: The Oracle of Newness,” HuffPost Religion, 10.26.11.
[3] “The Enteric Nervous System: The Brain in the Gut” from Themes of the Times: General Psychology, Prentice-Hall Publishing Company.
[4] There’s a wonderful interview on NPR Weekend Edition Sunday (1.24.16) 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.” http://www.npr.org/2016/01/24/464180253/after-26-years-in-prison-innocent-man-negotiates-new-life
[5] George Saunders on "The Late Show with Stephen Colbert" (12.8.15).
[6] retrieved from Ken Sehested, www.prayerandpolitiks.org/
[7] Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited, (first pub. 1949), Boston: Beacon Press, p. 13.
[8] ibid, p. 11.
[9] ibid. p. 24.
[10] ibid. p. 25.
[11] “Bonobos: What we can learn from our primate cousin,” on "60Minutes" (12.6.15).
[12] “Sugar” aka Cheryl Strayed: Be brave enough to break your own heart.
[13] Oscar, quoted in “Angels Hitting the High Notes,” on "CBS Sunday Morning" (12.13.15).
[14] Dennis S. Charney, MD, interviewed by Norman Sussman, MD in Primary Psychiatry. 2006; 13(8):39-41.

Circle of Mercy Congregation
Asheville, NC
27 January 2016
©Abigail Hastings @ prayerandpolitiks.org

When grief sits with you

A call to worship

by Abigail Hastings

The poet Ellen Bass talks about
when grief sits with you, “an obesity of grief,”
and asks, 
            How can a body withstand this?

“Then you hold life like a face,” she instructs us—
“and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”

But where does the will for that come from?
What deep reserves do we have
            to say yes to another day, another challenge
            or face yet another disappointment?

To say defiantly— as was scrawled on walls in Paris:
            même pas peur!                     
            “I’m not a bit afraid!”

As if we meant it, as if we could
            be so brave
            so very brave that we break our own hearts.

We become as wise men, as wise women
            in this season of epiphanies —
            following a star, looking for something
                        of promise, of change, something a little divine
but also within human grasp

            as we gather here again
singing and asking once again
Grant us wisdom, O God, grant us courage,
            for the living of these days.

*Ellen Bass poem: “The Thing Is”
*Cheryl Strayed, aka “Dear Sugar”: Be brave enough to break your own heart.
©Abigail Hastings @ prayerandpolitiks.org

News, views, notes, and quotes

Signs of the Times  •  21 January 2016  •  No. 55

Processional.Africa,” by Toto, by the Angel City Chorale, which begins with hand percussion mimicking a passing thunderstorm. (Thanks, Naomi and Geoff.)

Invocation. “Fill my heart with song and / Let me sing for ever more / You are all I long for / All I worship and adore.” —7-year-old Angelina Jordan, from Norway, singing “Fly Me to the Moon

Right: Photo by wittap

Somebody ought to inform the Holy Spirit about this heretofore unknown lease arrangement. “Our side, the conservative side, needs to reeducate its people that we own the entire [biblical] tradition." —Representative Dave Brat (R-VA), responding to President Obama’s quoting of Scripture during a 18 November 2015 news conference in response to Republican resistance to accept Syrian refugees. —see Jordan Fabian, The Hill

Reverence in a gym. You’ve never seen a dance video like this one from Revere Dance Studio in Cincinnati. (Thanks, Mike. 4:29 minutes)

The final tally is in: 2015 was the hottest year in recorded history—by a record-breaking margin. On Wednesday, NASA and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) announced the official record for last year's runaway temperatures, an average of 58.62 degrees Fahrenheit (14.79 degrees Celsius). That's 1.62 (F) degrees hotter than any average year in the 20th century. "It's getting to the point where breaking records is the norm," Texas Tech climate scientist Katharine Hayhoe told the Associated Press. —Nadia Prupis, Common Dreams

Hymn of praise.Let My Prayer Arise,” Russian Orthodox chant.

Confession. All of us, law enforcement and non-law enforcement, carry with us implicit biases. We react differently to a face that looks different from our own. We have to stare at that and own that." — James Comey, Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, at the Martin Luther King Jr. memorial ceremony, Monday 18 January 2016

Words of assurance.It is Well With My Soul,” arrangement and 4-part a cappella harmony by Bailey Rushlow.

Dr. King would be especially pleased to know this. The New Baptist Covenant, “a movement [of some 30 Baptist bodies] founded by former President Jimmy Carter to unite US Baptists across racial and other divides in service to the poor, is among 16 social justice initiatives to watch in 2016 cited by the Center for American Progress (CPA). “They have tackled predatory lending, assistance for formerly incarcerated family members, food inequality, and literary skills training for disenfranchised communities.” —Bob Allen, Baptist News Global 

King holiday aftermath. “It’s become a TV ritual: Every year in mid-January, around the time of Martin Luther King’s birthday, we get perfunctory network news reports about ‘the slain civil rights leader.’ The remarkable thing about this annual review of King’s life is that several years—his last years—are totally missing, as if flushed down a memory hole. . . .
        “An alert viewer might notice that the chronology [of TV newsreels] jumps from 1965 to 1968. Yet King didn’t take a sabbatical near the end of his life. In fact, he was speaking and organizing as diligently as ever. Almost all of those speeches were filmed or taped. But they’re not shown today on TV. Why? It’s because national news media have never come to terms with what Martin Luther King Jr. stood for during his final years.” Jeff Cohen and Norman Solomon, FAIR

In 1962, Crayola renamed its “Flesh” crayon color as “Peach” in an attempt to . . . well . . . make room for 70% of the global population.

According to a recent Pew Research Center report, the number of white Christians has dwindled to 46% of the US population, down from 55% in 2007 and 70% in 1984. National Journal

In 1999 the Gallup polling company used a special research procedure to determine the most admired individuals of the 20th century. One bit of that research is especially intriguing: The longer Martin Luther King Jr. lived, the less popular he became. In 1963 King had a 41% positive and a 37% negative rating, in 1964 it was 43% positive and 39% negative; in 1965 his rating was 45% positive and 45% negative; and in 1966—the last Gallup measure of King using this special procedure—King’s popularity was 32% positive and 63% negative. —information from Frank Newport, “Martin Luther King Jr.: Revered More After Death Than Before”

This is the most compelling invitation to examine white privilege I’ve ever seen: “Dear White America,” by George Yancey.

¶ Watch “Do black lives matters to white Christians,” a new 1 minute video by Sojourners

¶ “Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” —Martin Luther King Jr., Strength to Love
        The above quote comes to mind after SC Governor Nikki Haley’s comment to reporters the day after she delivered the Republican response to President Obama’s State of the Union Address: “We’ve never in the history of this country passed any laws or done anything based on race or religion.”
        Even granting that Haley’s comment was strictly in the context of legal immigration matters, it’s still disingenuous. For instance, what about:
        •The Naturalization Act of 1790, which extended citizenship to “any alien, being a free white person. . . .”?
        •Or the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882?
        •Or the Immigration Act of 1917, which banned immigration from East Asia and the Pacific?
        •Or Ozawa v. US, the 1922 Supreme Court decision which declared that Japanese immigrants could not be naturalized?
        •Or US v. Bhagat Singh Thind, the 1923 high court ruling which said people from India—like Gov. Haley’s parents—could not be become naturalized citizens? —this list of cases is from Leonard Pitts, “Haley’s fairy tale ignores our history,” Miami Herald

Pitts’ commentary (above) continues: “What makes Donald Trump’s proposed restrictions on Muslims troubling is not that they represent the coming of something new, but the return of something old, a shameful strain in the American psyche that we have seen too many times before. It is not a deviation from America, but the very stuff of America, an ugly scapegoating that has too often besmirched our character and beguiled us away from our most luminous ideals.”

Preach it. “W.E.B. Du Bois famously wrote in 1903: ‘The problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color line.’ And we know that it is still a horrifying problem of the twenty-first century, along with the gender line, the sexual orientation line, the immigration line, the religious line, the economic line, the class line. The lines are drawn along the ancient human problem of entitlement, with one group feeling entitled to have power and control over another group. The problem of the twenty-first century is the problem of the past centuries, the problem of the power line. I’ve found myself on both sides of that line, at once powerful and then powerless. But in prison, it was clear that I was on the side of the line of privilege and power.” —read Nancy Hastings Sehested’s sermon, “When the wine runs out,” a sermon on Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday

¶ “I am not sure that I will have words adequate to express myself, so let me allow the psalmist to say it:
      “’I will always hope / And praise you ever more and more / My mouth shall declare your justice / Day by day your salvation / Though I know not their extent.’ (Psalm 71:14-15)
      “I realized something the other day: If I am going to give God thanks for my life, as it is today, that means I am thanking God for all that has brought me to this place and time in my life, for the total journey of my life. How can I make sense of that? How do I sort that out? To sort out the light and dark, the wrong turns and good choices, the sorrow and joy, the loss and grief along with the love and comfort, the memories: wonderful, horrible, bittersweet, etc. And to thank God for all of it!? . . . With the psalmist I can only say, ‘I know not their extent.’” —letter from a friend in prison

Don’t know whether to laugh or cry. On Wednesday, 13 January, the Republican-controled House of Representatives voted to overturn a ruling by the Environmental Protection Agency concerning federal authority enforcing clean water standards. Then, on Saturday, 16 January, President Obama signed Michigan Republican Governor Rick Snyder’s request for an emergency declaration clearing the way for federal assistance to the residents of Flint, which is undergoing an unprecedented crisis due to lead in the city’s water system.

Something creative you can do. To counter the resistance to receiving Syrian refugees (30 of 31 Republican governors, plus one Democratic, have publicly stated their refusal our friends at the US Fellowship of Reconciliation have launched a creative campaign of sending pillow cases with the phrase #GiveRefugeesRest to governors and to Speaker of the House Paul Ryan.
        • Here’s a brief but powerful #GiveRefugeesRest” video (1:24 minutes) reading of Emma Lazarus’ poem, “The New Colossus,” which is inscribed on a bronze plaque on the pedastal of the Statue of Liberty in the New York City harbor.
        •For more information, see “How pillows can change the Syria refugee narrative,” Anthony Grimes, Waging Nonviolence

Amazing news. Brownfield Baptist Church in the tiny town of Brownfield, Alberta (population: 15), is hosting a Syrian refugee family.

These photos of immigrants, from the earliest years of the 20th century, have just been digitized by the New York Public Library. They are a reminder of the added “otherness” which shapes our national identity. More than 12 million immigrants passed into US society via Ellis Island in the upper New York bay. (Thanks, Henry.)

If you want concise historical background to US immigration policy, here’s the best thing I’ve seen: “Watch how immigration in America has changed since 1820,” Alvin Chang, Vox. (Thanks, Allen.)

At right is the #GiveRefugeesRest pillowcase painted by Craig Spencer, a member of Bainbridge Islanders for Inclusion, for whom the plight of immigrants has a special history. It was in early 1942 that President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed executive order 9066, consigning citizens of Japanese descent to concentration camps. The first of those incarcerated were from Bainbridge Island, Washington. Spencer’s painting is a take on the 15th century icon, variously known as "The Trinity" and "The Hospitality of Abraham," depicting the scene in Genesis 18 where “the Lord” appeared to Moses under the oaks of Mamre in the guise of three travelers. Numerous variations have since been produced.

¶ “No defensible moral framework regards foreigners as less deserving of rights than people born in the right place at the right time.” Alex Tabarrok, “The Case for Getting Rid of Borders—Completely,” The Atlantic

Call to the table. “Crowded House has re-released their song Help is Coming as part of a global campaign in aid of the refugee crisis. Written in 1995 and released in 1999, it has been made a "worldwide priority" by Apple's iTunes as part of a Save the Children campaign. English actor Benedict Cumberbatch introduces a video for the campaign, which also features the song.”

Altar call. “Precious Lord, Take My Hand,” Elvis Presley.

Lectionary for Sunday next. “O child of consecrated lips and covenant voice, / relinquish your fear! / You shall not be put to shame. / Your Refuge is secure. / It is you, O child of destined grace, / who will utter the Word that will shatter all enmity.” —continue reading Ken Sehested’s “Mercy’s requite,” a litany for worship inspired by Jeremiah 1:4-10 and Psalm 71

Just for fun. “HEAVEN – Following the untimely death of David Bowie, God, the almighty, all-knowing deity and Creator of Heaven and Earth, has announced the final lineup of his much-anticipated supergroup, Rock Gods. ‘Yeah, man! I am super stoked on this,’ said God to a group of reporters gathered outside the pearly gates. ‘I just finished up receiving six months of guitar lessons from Leadbelly and wanted to seriously pursue this music thing, so I selected some of my favorite musicians to help out. . . .  A lot of people don’t really know that I have a pretty eclectic music taste . . . they think I just bump hymns all day,’ He Who Built All Things noted.” —The Hard Times

Benediction. “To suceed in life you need three things: a backbone, a wishbone, and a funny bone.” —country music start Reba McEntire

Recessional.Come Away With Me,” Norah Jones.

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Featured this week on prayer&politiks:

• “When the wine runs out,” a sermon on Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday by Nancy Hastings Sehested

• “Mercy’s requite,” a litany for worship inspired by Jeremiah 1:4-10 and Psalm 71

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